I, the younger brother of King Zhou, lead the Taoist ancestors to do business

Zisheng dreamed about lotus seeds last night, which gave him something to do at noon.

He pretended to be sleepy, and the palace people thoughtfully sent him back to the bedroom.

The palace people knew that he was used to it, and no one was left in the room, so the palace people retreated, closed the door, and guarded outside.

Zisheng got up from the bed when he heard the door close.

He mobilized the memory of his previous life, sat cross-legged on the bed, and at the same time concentrated on trying to perceive the existence of the lotus seed in his heart.

The smoke from the incense rose from the censer, fine sweat appeared on Zisheng's forehead, and he frowned tightly.

After a while, he only felt his heart beat faster, but he still couldn't feel the existence of that lotus seed.

Zisheng opened his eyes and exhaled heavily.He took a deep breath, and slowly raised his hand to caress his heart.

Sensing the existence of that little meaty hand, Zisheng lowered his eyes silently, and he saw the back of a tender white hand.

Zisheng: ...

When will he grow up?

He helped up the baby fat on his face, and began to recall everything he dreamed about last night with a serious face.

In the dark and endless world, you can't feel the passage of time...

A large number of memories washed in Zisheng's mind, and bursts of pain came again.

Zisheng lowered his head abruptly, he supported his own head, and the cold sweat gradually oozes out.

The brain is chaotic, a mess.

As the pain became heavier and heavier, Zisheng's headache was splitting, and his heart was beating fast.

At this time, he suddenly raised his hand, covered his heart suddenly, and opened his eyes instantly.

He felt a different beating in his heart.

He covered his heart, frowned, and poured all his consciousness into it at a very fast speed.

When his consciousness touched the strange lotus seed, Zisheng's consciousness seemed to explode, and he felt that he was surrounded by a white light.

He forgot the headache at this moment, and a vague thought gradually became clear.

……weapon.

The strong consciousness comes from him, and at the same time, he is also asking him what kind of weapon he needs?

Zisheng didn't have a weapon in his last life, but it doesn't mean he will be stupid enough to give up the opportunity in front of him.

He quickly recalled his previous life, "knife", "stick" and "sword"...

He had practiced sword for two days in the previous life, so the appearance of the sword became clearer.

Zisheng felt a burning sensation in his palm.

It was as if something had been pulled out of his heart, spreading outward along his arms.

His meridians seemed to be straightened, and it was as if someone was sucking blood from his fingertips.

Following the numbness of his arm, after Zisheng lost consciousness for a short time, he only felt his arm sink.

Zisheng turned his head, and a sharp black long sword came into his vision with a silver light.

Zisheng's eyebrows jumped, and he subconsciously let go of the sword. The sword did not fall, but was suspended in the air.

Zisheng opened his eyes, he held his breath, and took a closer look.

Apart from the fact that this sword looks sharp and its material is not ordinary bronze, it has no other characteristics, and there are no patterns on its body.

Both the hilt and the blade are of conventional style. If it were placed in the modern age, Zi Sheng would probably not be able to recognize this sword if it was placed in a pile of swords.

But how can a sword transformed from lotus seeds be an ordinary sword?

Zisheng grasped the hilt of his sword, he saw the empty pottery pot on the table, so he took the sword and slashed at the pottery pot through the air.

There was no sound in the room.

But in Zisheng's eyes, there was a crack in the middle of the pot.

One of them slides down against the other.

The only strange thing is that there should have been a lot of noise when half a piece of clay pot hit the table, but when Zisheng watched the half piece of clay pot hit hard, it seemed that there was an invisible soundproof cover around it. , no sound is produced.

Zisheng's eyelids moved slightly, he pursed his lips, and tightened his grip on the sword hilt.

In the next second, the sword disappeared from his palm.

Zisheng glanced at the palm of his hand, and his heart became much clearer.

In order not to make others suspect, Zisheng directly smashed the two halves of the clay pot.

The palace people hurried in after hearing the sound. They saw that the little prince was safe and sound, and then they saw what the little prince had done carelessly, so they let go of their suspenseful hearts.

As long as the little prince is fine, the clay pot is not worth mentioning to the little prince.

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Zisheng had nothing to do in the afternoon, so he wandered around the palace.

The palace people followed behind him, for fear that something might happen to this little ancestor.

As the sun went down and the last rays of light were covered by the night, the palace people lit up lanterns to illuminate Zisheng.

Zisheng was bored all day, and was about to find a pavilion to sit down, when he suddenly heard the sound of drums.

Zisheng became interested, but the palace people looked at each other, with expressions of fear on each other's faces.

They lowered their heads one after another, and a palace official persuaded: "Your Highness, it's getting late, why don't I carry you back to rest?"

Zisheng was about to wave his hand, but the moment he looked up, he saw the expressions of the palace people.

He smiled at the palace man, "No need, I don't like people following, you go back first."

The palace people knelt on the ground again, "I dare not."

The little prince had an accident, how could they afford it?

Seeing this, Zisheng didn't give in anymore, he walked leisurely towards the place where the music and drums were playing.The palace people got up quickly and followed behind tremblingly.

As Zisheng walked forward, the sound of music and drums became more and more obvious.

He walked through the corridors, passed one palace after another, the drums beat his eardrums, until he stopped, and the brightly lit hall was reflected in his eyes.

Perhaps because of the existence of the lotus seeds, Zisheng didn't even look back, so he could feel the trembling of the palace people behind him.

He took a few more steps forward, but the feet of the palace servants seemed to be filled with lead, and it was difficult to move for a long time.

Seeing this, Zisheng raised his hand, turned his head to let the palace people wait outside, and then walked in alone.

Seeing this, the palace people raised their throats, but they really didn't have the guts to follow in, so they could only bow their heads and wait outside the palace, praying for their highness's safety all the time.

As soon as Zisheng entered the palace, he saw the fur carpet on the ground.

He paused, then looked up at the dancers who were dancing not far away.

The dancers danced lightly, with soft waists, and the ribbons hanging from their bodies fluttered in the air, and each of them had a smile on their faces.

The soles of its shoes stepped on the carpet lightly, walking gracefully.

Got shoes?

Only then did Zisheng feel relieved, and stepped on the carpet.

The moment Zisheng stepped on the carpet, the soles of Zisheng's feet were soft.

He flicked his toes and walked gently inward.

His figure is too small, few people can notice him, except for the person who is lying on the couch and looking at him.

Perhaps as if in response, Zisheng also looked towards the source of his gaze.

The man was already an adult, lying crookedly, with a blanket covering his body casually, his black hair hanging down from the couch.

The man raised his eyebrows and murmured something unknown, although his eyes were fascinated, but he was looking straight at him.

The wine glass was accidentally hit by that person. Fortunately, there was only the bottom of the glass and the wine did not spill from the table.

The sound of clinking glasses caught Zisheng's attention. He looked at the table, saw the bronze wine glasses, and also saw a plate of fresh grapes on the table.

Grape……

Zisheng was born three years ago, and he hadn't eaten grapes for three years.

He pursed his lips, turned his eyes away, and looked at the man again.

Although he wanted to eat it, he couldn't show it, otherwise how embarrassing it would be?

The man looked at Zisheng and laughed out loud for some reason, he waved his hand at Zisheng, signaling him to come over.

Zisheng looked at that person's face, and he was seven times like him. Zisheng understood that it might be one of his princely brothers.

It didn't take long for Zisheng to regain consciousness, and he only knew a little about his relatives.

Right now, this person is his brother Wang, so telling him to go there should not harm him.

The people in Cai Palace seemed to be afraid just now, thinking of this, Zi Sheng did not relax completely.

He felt the existence of the lotus seed once, and then walked towards that person step by step.

Because the prince made a sudden movement, the palace people turned their attention to the door, and naturally they also noticed the young figure.

Their hearts jumped, but they didn't dare to stop in music and dancing. At the same time, they devoted all their attention to the little prince.

The prince has a bad personality, coupled with his indifference to relatives, the palace people are afraid that what the little prince will do will anger the prince, in case something goes wrong with the little prince.

But they thought about it again, although the little prince's status was inferior to the crown prince's, he was still one of the most honored.The prince really dared to do anything, fearing that his position as crown prince would be shaken.

Zisheng was too small, his center of gravity was unstable, and the carpet was a bit soft, so he staggered when he walked.

He tried his best to avoid crowded places, and finally got close to that person.

Although Zisheng didn't know the person in front of him, he still maintained proper courtesy.

He bowed to the other party first, and then asked softly: "You asked me to come..."

Before Zisheng finished speaking, the person in front of him raised his hand and approached his forehead.

Then the man stuck out a finger and poked him—

Just as Zisheng finished his salute, before he could stand still, his whole body was knocked down, and he sat down on the carpet.

The man laughed.

Zisheng: ...

Stupid batch.

Zisheng climbed up, and the man repeated his tricks, but he didn't poke him down again.For this reason, the man also made a sound of "Huh".

The man moved, and the strong smell of alcohol made Zisheng frowned.

The man carried Zisheng over with one hand, and murmured, "Zisheng..."

Zisheng was brought up to sit on the carpet in front of the man. Hearing this, he raised his head, thinking that this man knew him.

With dazed eyes, the man took out a grape from the table and peeled it off, saying vaguely while peeling: "I am Zishou."

Zisheng paused for a moment, he raised his head again to look at this person's face, and looked again, this person should have an eight-point resemblance to him.

His father, Emperor Yi, had several concubine sons, among them there were three princes with the same father and mother, but there were only two concubines who could be called his concubine sons.

One of them is him, and the other is his third elder brother, Zi Shou, who is also the current crown prince.

Just as Zisheng was thinking, Zishou peeled a grape and fed it to Zisheng, who subconsciously opened his mouth and bit it.