[Comprehensive martial arts] Protect our little prince

The night was peaceful and dawn was approaching. Zhao Mingyu glanced at his twin brother who was sleeping in the dark, curled his lips and greeted the emperor, and disappeared into the bedroom before the emperor saw his movements clearly.

The things that should be done have been done, and he still has other things to be busy with. It is enough to have this silly brother in the palace amused by his side. He still has important things to do, how can he waste time on the love of his children.

Zhao Mingning rubbed his forehead, he understood that it is not easy to hit his younger brother these days, because he simply cannot beat him.

He didn't know how his mother sent Ming Yu out of the palace without telling the truth, and he didn't know how the infant child met Shen Lang. Fortunately, Shen Lang was a hero of integrity and righteousness. Ming Yu went to sea together, and took him as an apprentice to teach him carefully.

If Shen Lang hadn't brought Wang Lianhua with him when he went out to sea, Ming Yu would have been taught to be a hero of benevolence and righteousness just like him, but beside him there was Wang Lianhua, who was both good and evil, and the two of them were both enemies and friends , the concept is completely different, two people teach a child at the same time, and they can figure out what the child will be taught with their feet.

He should be thankful that he knew enough in time. Xiao Mingyu's temperament was not too extreme when he went to find him. If it was a few years later, I'm afraid that child would turn against him as soon as he knew his life experience.

But the problem is, there is nowhere to go now, and I don't know what Wang Lianhua taught him, so why do he suddenly want to dominate the world?

It is not easy to be an emperor, but is it easy to unify the rivers and lakes?

The children's families don't know that the heavens are high and the earth is thick, and there are many capable people in the world. Unification is not what he wants to be unified. If he is really allowed to go on like this, God knows what it will be like in the future.

His Majesty the Emperor was so worried that his hair began to fall out. He stood outside the window and looked for a while, then found a pen and paper to write to Senior Shen Lang. He couldn't control that kid. As a master, Senior Shen can always discipline him. After the letter, Wang Lianhua was able to take care of it together. When it comes to fanning the flames, Wang Lianhua is more troublesome.

The thick envelope has exceeded the carrying weight of the carrier pigeons. Fortunately, the carrier pigeons are not the only tools used to convey messages in the palace, but also carrier eagles that can fly to the desert and sea.

By the time he delivered the letter, it was already broad daylight, and the little ancestor on the bed fell asleep again at some point last night, and now he was still sleeping in the dark with the quilt in his arms.

"Ming Yu, the sun is drying his ass." Zhao Mingning came back after changing his clothes, still feeling a little uneasy, he lifted the quilt and called softly, wanting to make sure that the little ancestor was really healed.

In a daze, the little prince wanted to turn over, but he didn't turn over halfway and didn't force it. He didn't even open his eyes, but just reached out to touch his brother's position and coaxed a child and said, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, blow it up, be afraid of flying away!" Fly, brother is obedient, sleep well..."

His Majesty the Emperor was amused by the little ancestor's reaction, he put his fidgeting hands back on the quilt, and turned to leave after the person slept soundly again, as long as he recovers, as long as he recovers.

The sky is clear and the weather is bright, the wind is breezy. When Gong Jiu came here in the morning, he heard the emperor say that the little ancestor had recovered. He even forgot to ask the reason and just stayed by the bed. After so much tossing, no matter how bad this boy is, he will not be able to survive. .

When Zhao Mingyu woke up in the middle of the night, he was frightened to death. After a full sleep, he slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was the unshaven and handsome face of his brother Ninth, he almost choked for breath.

People are scary, scary to death, what do you want to do with one or two?

The little prince shrank into the quilt, only showing his eyes and said in a low voice, "Ninth brother, if you don't shave, you will look exactly like Uncle Taiping."

The joy on Gong Jiu's face disappeared in an instant, the little ancestor was still that little ancestor, and he knew very well how to offend him, "If you don't get up again, your brother should see you change the dressing later."

He worked so hard to hide it for so many days, not to let this kid do something bad.

Before the wound grows to the extent acceptable to the emperor's cousin, no matter what, he can't be allowed to change the dressing himself. He is very skilled in changing the dressing, and Ming Yu is afraid of pain, so it's better for him to do it.

And every time he changed his medicine, he chose the time of the court meeting. The Hall of Supreme Harmony is some distance away from here, and when the court was dispersed outside, they were almost done. Heart and soul are haggard, but fortunately, he really let him hide it.

Now that the emperor is away, we must talk to this kid first.

Zhao Mingyu was stunned when he heard this, lifted the quilt to look at the mummified legs, sat up with effort and asked in a low voice, "Did Brother Jiu do the dressing changes these days?"

"Your brother is going crazy, let him see the wound on your leg, don't talk about Jiangnan, even the capital will not be safe." Gong Jiu put the medicine and clean cloth strips beside him, explaining these things to him in a gentle voice what happened.

Jiangnan's officialdom was originally not easy to tidy up, but under Zhao Mingning's thunderous anger, no matter how intricate the relationship was, they were uprooted. The officials in the capital knew that the emperor had lost his mind, and turned a deaf ear to Jiangnan's appeal for help.

The money bag can be cultivated again, but there is only one life. The emperor has gone crazy, and they will not calm down the emperor when they collide now, but may lose his life in vain.

If you know that you can't do it, you will do it, and you will make the next move.

Zhao Mingning took this opportunity to quickly clean up the messy mahjong Jiangnan officialdom, ransacked their homes, exiled them, and sent them to the guillotine. If you make political achievements, you will inevitably be able to reach the position of prime minister in the future.

It's just that his methods are too tough, and there is no guarantee that there will be no future troubles. If he really drives those aristocratic families to a dead end, if they choose to die together, waiting for them may be a loss for both sides.

Fortunately, Ming Yu finally regained his mind, even if he was worried about this little ancestor, he still had to leave a way out for himself.

Zhao Mingyu was so sad that he wanted to cry, he was wrong, he shouldn't have entered the kitchen, if he hadn't entered the kitchen, Lu Xiaofeng and the others wouldn't have been poisoned by him, and those two cooks couldn't have entered the palace, let alone successfully kidnapped him .

Because of his whim, the big guys have been terrified for so long. If he really died at sea, how sad they would be.

The little prince's eyes were full of tears, thinking that he was a man and he couldn't drop the golden peas so easily, so he resisted the tears until Gong Jiu untied the bandage on his leg, revealing the still terrifying The little ancestor opened his eyes wide in an instant, and burst into tears with a bang.

No wonder Brother Nine refused to let his own brother see the wound. With such a scary injury, he would have nightmares at night when he saw it. His brother is so timid, why don't he cry like a dog?

The little prince who was crying like a dog covered his eyes, and refused to look at his legs when he said anything, cursing while crying, wishing to hit all those robbers, "It's too much! They are too much! The young master is so beautiful How could they do it! They dragged them all out to feed the dogs, wow wow wow!!!"

Gong Jiu's movements were extremely steady, and the corners of his lips raised slightly when he heard the little ancestor's scolding, it's better to make a fuss, he didn't want to see that foolish look a few days ago again in his life.

The corpses of those thieves were indeed dragged out to be fed to wild dogs, but he had no intention of speaking out, the little ancestor would only speak harshly, which really let him know that the cruel words had become reality, and he was the first to be afraid of himself.

Zhao Mingyu was only concerned with wiping away his tears. After he realized that the wound had already been bandaged, the little ancestor with a red nose wanted to rub his eyes, but was patted down when he raised his hand halfway, "Don't rub your eyes."

"Oh..." The little prince agreed aggrievedly, but he couldn't slow down after washing and changing.

Gong Jiu pushed in the wheelchair placed outside, put the sullen little ancestor on it, rubbed his head and said, "Let's go, wait for Brother Huang to come back for dinner."

Zhao Mingyu touched the familiar yet unfamiliar wheelchair, the image of throwing the hidden weapon yesterday suddenly flashed in his mind, his heart beat faster, he opened the hidden compartment and wanted to find the lancet, and he could awaken new skills after being stupid, is there such a good thing?

However, he turned over all the hidden compartments, and he couldn't find a knife. When Gong Jiu left yesterday, he cleaned up the wheelchair with Wuqing. Not to mention the knife, not even a small stone was left behind. Down.

"Brother Jiu, did I suddenly become a master of hidden weapons yesterday?" The little prince raised his head excitedly, looking at his dear Brother Jiu with eager eyes. From now on, he is Zhao Mingyu, a martial arts master, and he is no longer that casual Kidnapped trash.

Gong Jiu pushed the wheelchair and stood in the corridor. He took out a lancet from somewhere and gave it to him. He wanted to know if the little ancestor still had such great abilities after he woke up.

Zhao Mingyu took the small lancet, sat upright and looked at the tree in the yard with burning eyes. This tree was harmed by him a lot in the past two days, and the fresh wounds on it were all thrown by him.

Pointing to where to hit, there are no examples, and it is him who is talking about.

Early summer is the season for vegetation to grow, and there are not many leaves falling. The little prince tried his best to recall the feeling of being a master of hidden weapons two days ago. When he saw the leaves falling from the tree, he flicked his wrist.

Then, nothing happened.

The operation is as fierce as a tiger, and the output is negative at first glance.

The leaves fell slowly on the ground, and would be swept away by the sweeping maids after a while. The thin lancet fell one step away in front of the wheelchair, and the red tassel fluttered as if mocking some whimsical young man.

Little Prince: QAQ~

The dream of a martial arts master was smashed to pieces with a bang, and when the wind blew, not even the dregs remained.

Gong Jiu squinted his eyes thoughtfully. If the ability to use hidden weapons is bound to the state of being stupid and stupid, it would be fine if he lost that ability. Can he come by himself?

Zhao Mingyu looked at the unsatisfactory hand, cried like a dog again with a bark, he hadn't had time to show off, how did he become like this?

Hands, get up quickly, you can clearly pierce the leaves, why can't you?

The little prince didn't believe in evil, and asked for more lancets to prove himself, but counting as many as he had, they all fell a few steps away, not to mention sticking to the tree trunk, if he could not hurt himself, it would be an extraordinary performance.

"Don't play, if you play Brother Huang, you'll be in a hurry." Gong Jiu patiently supported him for a while, seeing that it was getting late, then put away the hidden weapons scattered on the ground and pushed him away.

The little prince Xianyu is paralyzed on the wheelchair, looking at the distance with a dull expression, it is not scary that he has never used hidden weapons, the scary thing is that he gave you this skill first, and took it back before you were happy.

God!O earth!What kind of human suffering is this? ! !

The emperor had just heard the ministers quarreling in the court hall, he was in a good mood and was walking back, when he saw the little ancestor paralyzed in a wheelchair from a distance, his stupidity seemed to be more serious than a few days ago, it scared the whole person badly , "Ming Yu?"

I was fine when I left in the morning, why did the symptoms get worse after a while?

The little prince looked at his brother who was walking quickly, sat up and hugged him and cried, "Brother, I am so miserable!"

Your poor little baby is really miserable. The hidden weapon proficiency skill is only lit for a few days and then it disappears. If you don’t eat the main meal, just give it a bite to taste, and then use this bite to scratch people’s hearts. Liver, don't bring such a bully.

Gong Jiu smiled and told the emperor what happened just now. He can learn everything quickly by himself, and even difficult cheats can be easily used in his hands, so he really can't understand the heartache of the little ancestor.

The emperor's cousin's martial arts talent is worse than their little ancestor's. He should be able to empathize with this kid. With the comfort of his brother, the little guy should be able to recover soon.

Zhao Mingning: ...

His Majesty the Emperor heard the deep meaning in the words of the people in front of him, and felt offended. What if his talent in martial arts is not good? He is the emperor, and he only practices martial arts to keep fit and strong, and he can go out and fight like those unruly Jianghu people ?

In the whole world, who would dare to attack him?

There are guards in the palace and forbidden soldiers outside the palace. He can't learn advanced martial arts, but he can dispatch people with advanced martial arts, and that's enough.

Only stupid people practice martial arts desperately, and smart people are trying to find a way to become the one who gives orders, so he is not jealous, just telling the truth, can the affairs of those in power be called jealousy?

Gong Jiu got a slap from his cousin, and his eyebrows curved into smiles even more happily, "After dinner, I'll take Ming Yu to Hefangzhai, it's not good to bother Ximen Chuuxue, what do you think, Brother Huang?"

"Let the imperial physician in the palace take a look first." Zhao Mingning said lightly, but did not answer directly. He was really frightened and did not dare to let the little ancestor out of his sight. Under the nose.

Zhao Mingyu couldn't cry, so he wiped away the non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes and let go of his brother. Feeling the fear hidden in this man's heart, he rubbed his face and said nothing.

If it was before, he might have made a fuss about going out with brother Jiu, but now, brother is the most important thing. In order to make brother feel at ease, he can only go to see other people at a later date.

Brother Fuxue is also a good person. He broke the rule of only going out four times a year after he became a little fool. It is really touching to be so affectionate and righteous.

He unilaterally declared that from now on, he and Ximen Chuuxue were half-brothers.

Gong Jiu didn't say anything more. In fact, the imperial physicians in the palace are not bad in their medical skills, but they have different emphasis from the quack doctors. It's more reassuring for Ximen Chuuxue to take a look at Ming Yu's situation.

After eating, the little prince sat in a wheelchair and enjoyed the super high treatment of more than a dozen imperial doctors who surrounded him. He looked at his two elder brothers with his face uplifted, boredom written all over his eyes.

His little prince in a wheelchair is going to break through the shackles of the imperial physician today, rush out of the palace, out of Bianjing, out of Song Dynasty, towards the stars and sea!

He was only injured in his leg, and his brain was fine. Why did these imperial doctors treat him like a three-year-old child? Does he look like a mentally handicapped child?

Forgot, he was indeed mentally handicapped a few days ago, but he has recovered now, please open your eyes to see the wise eyes of the young master, is this the look that mentally handicapped children can have?

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Zhao Mingning and Gong Jiuren looked at the little ancestor's fury with a smile, and whispered together, pretending not to feel his gaze.

It's better for the little guy to be more lively. After so many days, they finally saw the energetic little ancestor again, and they couldn't help but want him to be more noisy.

"You guys are relying on the young master's good temper, and someone else is here, and now he has already climbed over the wall and ran away." Zhao Mingyu looked at the two brothers with his face up. What can he do, besides being used to it, what else can he do?

In ancient times, there was Lao Lai Caiyi entertaining relatives, and now there is Ming Yu pretending to be stupid and entertaining brothers, what a touching brotherhood.

The little prince patiently waited for the imperial doctors to finish their discussion, smiled and watched them leave with the medicine box on their backs, then gritted his teeth and looked at the wicked brothers, "What the hell are you trying to do? You are not stupid now, sir! You are really not stupid." !"

Gong Jiu pushed the noisy little guy back, and then asked seemingly unintentionally, "Brother Huang, Ming Yu was so stupid yesterday, why is it better today?"

Zhao Mingyu nestled in the wheelchair obediently, looking at his brother innocently, just waiting for his brother to explain the reason.

Does Brother Jiu know about the existence of Ming Yu's younger brother?Even his own brother only found out last night, Brother Jiu must not know either.

The little prince secretly poked in his mind for comparison. His brother was born earlier than him, so it's fine if he knows the secrets of the year. Brother Jiu was not in the capital when he was a child. If he knows more about this than him, he will go there later. Find a noodle and hang yourself.

In this disheartening world, if there is no love, let it be destroyed.

Fortunately, Gong Jiu didn't know about Zhao Mingyu's existence, which allowed the little prince to avoid the difficult death method of hanging with noodles.

Zhao Mingyu said so much last night, even if the emperor sent a letter to Shen Lang, he still didn't feel at ease. No one can stop that kid from being persistent. If he is really determined to unify the world, Ah Jiu will be more informed about the news of the world. , but also keep an eye on him to prevent him from messing around.

The little prince looked at his brother in shock, and couldn't believe that they quietly said so much last night, to rule the world, why does Ming Yu's dream sound so inconsistent with the goal of building a harmonious and stable new Song Dynasty?

"Gongziyu, I've heard of this name before." Gong Jiu's brows became tighter and tighter, and when the emperor finished speaking, he said with a strange expression, "The first thing this name did after it appeared on the rivers and lakes was to rob the area near the South China Sea. some of the islands, unfortunately, those islands happen to be mine."

Wuming Island and Baiyun City have almost equally divided the power in the South China Sea. If outsiders want to rise up suddenly, it is safest to attack those unknown small islands. There are not many forces in the world who can fight against Wuming Island and Baiyun City, and no one dares to fight against them. Easily snatch things from them.

But that little-known Gong Ziyu dared to snatch food when he first entered the rivers and lakes. To be honest, he was a little interested in that person when he saw the news. Can hear that name here.

Zhao Mingyu: ...

Zhao Mingning: ...

This is awkward.