I really want to be a cook

It also means that the true meaning of this person's martial arts is so strong that he can easily split a true meaning without harming himself at all.

Anyway, if he is asked to write such a word, he may not be able to write it first, and even if he writes it, his vitality will be damaged, and he will not dare to use force easily for half a year.

Seeing that it was just a blank sheet of paper, Zhao Huang didn't take it seriously at first, but seeing the old eunuch's cautious look, he knew it was definitely not as simple as he thought.

So he asked:

"Su Xun, what is this?"

The old eunuch was about to answer, when Princess Pingyang's eyes lit up, as if she had seen something precious:

"Quickly bring it up and show it to Bengong."

The old eunuch looked at Emperor Zhao.

Zhao Huang shook his head and said: "Ning'er, don't mess around."

The old eunuch has served him for many years, and he knows that he will not be targeted indiscriminately.

Since he blocked it, he had his reasons.

"Isn't it just a sword intent post?"

Princess Pingyang looked like a gluttonous eater when she saw the delicious food, and said very urgently:

"Hurry up and bring it here, there are so many masters here, Mr. Su, are you still afraid of causing trouble with a single sword post?

Father, let Eunuch Su get out of the way quickly, I want to see it! "

Princess Pingyang said coquettishly to Emperor Zhao.

Zhao Huang shook his head, as if there was nothing you could do, this was also when Zhao Ning was most excited tonight, Zhao Huang didn't want to spoil her interest.

He asked the old eunuch: "Su Xun, is that so?"

The old eunuch nodded: "The princess is right, but your majesty has a body of gold, and this old servant dare not let an accident happen."

"Then bring it up. Since Ning'er likes it, let her see it for herself. And isn't this a gift for Ning'er? It doesn't suit either of us to read it first."

Zhao Huang beckoned to the little eunuch:

"send over."

The little eunuch didn't dare to disobey, and immediately sent a tray.

When Zhao Huang saw it, he frowned first.

This word is not badly written, it is very bad!

The handwriting he wrote when he was eight years old was much more beautiful than this.

But he didn't see the advantage of this word, nor the danger.

As the lord of a country, Zhao Huang is actually not good at martial arts, he can even be said to be ignorant of it, so he usually practices the Baishou Kungfu and looks like he uses his muscles and bones.

Recommend an app, which is comparable to the old version of the book-chasing artifact, and can change all the source books!

After all, the most important thing about being an emperor is the emperor's mind, which is scheming.

If you also practice martial arts, not to mention his personal aptitude, even if he has good aptitude, once he practices martial arts, he must spend a lot of effort if he wants to achieve something.

He has this time, why not recruit a few masters.

After all, if it was really his turn to act, the country would almost be doomed.

As the lord of a country, he will still be able to survive by idling.

Not everyone can turn it on, just lie down and bask in the sun, and upgrade the level without making a sound.

"Who sent this?"

"Your Majesty, this is Lord Tie Ao Tie's son-in-law Jiang Ping, Lord Jiang."

The little eunuch answered in more detail than before.

"It was him."

Zhao Huang's eyes showed a smile, and he was relieved:

"Then it's all right, Ning'er, do you like this gift?"

Princess Pingyang touched the words on the paper, as if a small sword was beating in her hand, and the artistic conception of swordsmanship made her fascinated.

Others say that she is good at poetry, calligraphy, piano and painting, but they don't know that her favorite is martial arts.

At such a young age, she was already a martial arts master, a rare martial arts genius among the royal family.

So for her, this sword post is just in the category that she can barely understand.

"like!"

Princess Pingyang put down the sword post and said with a smile:

"Father, Ning'er wants to see who gave Ning'er this sword post? He must be a very powerful master!"

Zhao Huang recalled the information about Jiang Ping in his mind, and nodded in agreement:

"He is indeed a first-class master."

Seeing Zhao Ning's high spirits, he suddenly moved in his heart and asked:

"Then Ning'er might as well guess what this person looks like?"

Princess Pingyang rolled her eyes, looked at the sword post, and said seriously:

"He must be a guy who doesn't like reading, and I also know that he must be young!"

"Oh?"

Emperor Zhao was puzzled and said:

"I thought Ning'er would guess that he was an old man with a white beard?"

Princess Pingyang smiled and said:

"Ning'er is not stupid, just now the little eunuch said that he is Lord Tie's son-in-law, and the director of the God Catch Department, Lord Tie Ao Tie, he is my idol.

And Sister Guanyin came to see me when I was young.

She almost became my third

Anyway, her husband must be very young, I guess in his 30s, not more than 40 years old. "

Princess Pingyang reacted quickly and did not say the word sister-in-law. After all, the royal family wants face. It is good to know some things in your heart, and it is not beautiful to say it.

Sure enough, Zhao Huang's expression changed slightly, but he quickly disappeared.

He laughed and said: "Then you guessed wrong, I heard that the son-in-law of the Tie family is only in his twenties, and he is very handsome.

When you see it, you must like it very much. "

"Su Xun."

"The old slave is here."

"Go invite Jiang Ping to the palace, let my Ning'er take a look, and thank him for his gift."

"Yes."

The old eunuch came down the steps.

Not long after, the old eunuch came back alone.

"Where are people?" Zhao Huang asked.

The old eunuch had a strange expression, as if he never expected to meet such a person in his career.

"Returning to Your Majesty, this old servant did not see Mr. Jiang, but only Tie Guanyin, the daughter of Mr. Tie. She told this old slave that Mr. Jiang ran away."

"Ran?"

Zhao Huang frowned.

The old eunuch nodded and said: "Yes, Your Majesty, Miss Tie said that Mr. Jiang suddenly had a stomachache, and asked where the toilet was, so she went out with a young eunuch and has not returned yet."

"let it go."

Zhao Huang waved his hand, not showing any dissatisfaction, but just passed down an order:

"Then play music, then dance!"

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In the huge palace.

There are three steps for one post, five steps for one defense, and countless secret whistles, all of which are as solid as gold, which cannot be splashed with water or inserted with needles.

If any assassin dared to come here to join in the fun, he would probably be dragged away within a few steps and dealt with silently.

Anyway, along the way, Jiang Ping noticed no less than three waves of dark gazes.

But when they saw the badge hanging from Jiang Ping's waist and the little eunuch leading the way, they didn't act aggressively towards him.

The waist card is issued by the guards at the gate of the palace when entering the palace. It is regarded as a voucher for entering the palace, and the style changes every day.

If you don't have this waist card, you will enter the palace illegally.

These secret whistles have the right to cut first and play later.

Jiang Ping heard Tie Guanyin mention it a few times, so he didn't hesitate to put his waist card in his pocket, but put it on his very obvious waist.

The kind of people who have to wait for someone to cut it with a knife before taking out the token are all fools.

In case the knife didn't stop, wouldn't it be that death was for nothing.

Although with his skill, even if these secret whistles cut him into twists with knives, they might not be able to hurt a single hair of him, but it would be better to have less trouble.

"Well, why don't you leave, my lord?"

The little eunuch leading the way couldn't help asking when Jiang Ping stopped suddenly at a guardrail.

Jiang Ping shook his head and said:

"I don't know what to do, my stomach doesn't hurt all of a sudden."

"The little one leads the adults back?"

The little eunuch tentatively said that he always felt that something was wrong, and even the night in the distance became dangerous, like a beast that sprang out from the darkness at any time, devouring him at any time.

He moved back, ready to call for help at any moment.

But before he yelled out, he felt his head go blank, and then his consciousness passed out in a daze.

Jiang Ping didn't look at the little eunuch who was knocked unconscious by him, but faced the school field under the guardrail and said:

"The scenery here is pretty good, very quiet. I don't know what the scenery of the palace looks like in the daytime?"

"Master Jiang wants to see it, you are always welcome in the palace."

A handsome young eunuch with red lips and white teeth suddenly stepped out of the shadows.

Jiang Ping still didn't look back, just said:

"I thought I guessed wrong?"

"But I have been around for so long before you come out, and the efficiency is so slow, which makes me very unconfident about your future."

The little eunuch explained:

"It will take some time to deal with the rest of the eyeliner."

"Master Jiang, please follow me."

He stretched out his hand and invited back.

There is a deeper darkness.

See the dark room.

There was a faint light in the room.

Two old men are planning to lay hands on a young man.

"Hello!"

Jiang Ping's face darkened, and he quickly opened two hands groping towards him and said: