But the knife in this man's hand is not a decoration. When he faces the prince, his blade is calm and his will is firm. This monochrome is worthy of his ability to stand a few steps behind the Ninth Prince every morning court.

Zhu Zhiliang looked respectful: "My Lord Ming."

Mincilo stopped.

"Your Majesty invites you a drink."

Ming Xiluo's expression remained the same when he heard this, his eyebrows and eyes did not move. He was neither happy nor nervous about being appointed, nor was he nervous after attacking the Nine Kings. He just did his best to be loyal in every position: "Thank you, Mr. Zhu, please."

Zhu Zhiliang was stunned for a moment. Many people knew him. Today, it was obvious that one person knew him and he was in a bad mood: "Please, Lord Ming."

Ming Xiluo, who had put away the knife, could not see the powerful martial arts of a powerful general. He was calm, neither anxious nor impatient, elegant and upright, and had a gentlemanly manner. He could not see any arrogant attitude when he could fight against the Ninth Prince. He was a person who was difficult to make people feel disgusted.

Zhu Zhiliang sighed in his heart. It is rare for such a young hero to be neither arrogant nor impatient, but they are old, but the new generation under the name of the prince can take on the responsibility. On the other hand, the Nine Prince Mansion is like an old man who sees the end at first sight, and it is no wonder that some people want to make a living by themselves.

If the Ninth Prince had a son, I dare not say that everyone became a talent, but there will always be one or two who can inherit the Ninth Prince and one or two, and the Ninth Prince's Mansion will be another situation.

Zhu Zhili came back to his senses, what do you think of? If the Ninth Prince had a son, the current emperor would register and the prince would be the prince to rule the country. The prince might be an idle prince in that corner. The prince was nothing more than a sick idle royal family.

Wu Xun, the deputy general in the Nine Kings team, saw the military advisor going to see Mingxiluo, and subconsciously followed him to look over.

Everyone also looked over, after all, they had seen this person with their own eyes not inferior to the Ninth Prince's fight. How strong and courageous this person is.

Mingxilo walked past everyone without any influence.

Wu Xun and others were afraid of being at a disadvantage, so they looked at him straight without any hesitation, but could only witness this man walking out of the eagle and calmly towards the position of the Nine Kings. With their own strength, they demonstrated the character of civil officials during the prosperous period of Daliang.

Zhu Zhiliang immediately looked at Wu Xun with displeasure: It was not embarrassing enough.

Wu Xun immediately took people to look back.

Ming Xiluo was already standing a few steps away from the Ninth Prince, and the eagle's feather suit just now was still struck by a knife blade on his waist.

There was also a trace on the Ninth Prince's arm, but he was blocked back before he could even go deeper.

"Ninth Prince, Prince Xiang'an."

Xiang Zhuyuan nodded.

The Ninth Prince looked at him, his eyes fell on his shoulders and on his arms. He was a good seedling for joining the army. He was ruined by the civil servants' team. He was always fighting with ordinary kids and was defeated. But thinking about it, this man seemed not a kid, and he was also a good player who could raise his claws and tear the universe among civil servants: "Sit."

Ming Xiluo respectfully said: "Thank you, Prince."

The young man sat down, raised his robe and crowned his crown, remained elegant and calm, as calm as usual, not being restrained or flattered by anyone present.

The Ninth Prince couldn't help but sigh. He had to say that some people were born in the same era, and when they saw them, they seemed to have touched the magnificent possibilities of the future.

Unfortunately, Daliang, who is seriously ill and immortal, can only apologize to him as a capable minister.

However, if Liang Gongxu's son cannot stand up in another twenty years, it will be hard to say whether Daliang's surname will be Liang, and he may not be able to see it.

A table, four seats, and the amount of blessings did not enter the seat again. Four seats and four people served four cups of tea again.

The fragrance of tea lingers, diluting the gap between the Ninth Prince's team when they first came back. Some people were surprised, and they also bravely stepped forward to talk to Wu Xun and others, trying to find out some news.

The table was placed on the periphery of the table.

Ming Xiluo raised his glasses with everyone, not overshadowing the main person, nor saying much. No one here can read the source of a cup of tea. He was just a third-rank official, and most of the time he was just listening quietly.

The Ninth Prince has been bearded many times, not arrogant or impatient, and is calm and calm. Good! Alas, being able to be so mean can protect the rise and fall of a lifetime.

The Ninth Prince passed over the other two and spoke first: "Where are you instructor?"

Xiang Zhuyuan looked at Ming Xiluo. The prince asked abruptly. Jiang Xi was born in the Nine Prince's Mansion and he ordered the Duke's Mansion. This sentence could only be asked Ming Xiluo.

Ming Xiluo had already spoken: "Go back to the prince, Mr. Xiang is his family teacher."

He knew that the children taught by the Xiang family for a hundred years were naturally not bad: "Where is the martial arts?"

"There is no specific master. I have been studying abroad since I was a child, and I have learned it casually with my brothers and I practice it to break the mess."

The Ninth Prince nodded. His moves were a natural faction, integrating the hard skills of several masters, and he should have also dabbled in the qi cultivation skills. It was indeed not a system. The difficulty was that things that should have been messy formed his own moves.

Every time he shoots his sword, he integrates his own insights. It can be said that he gathers the strengths of a hundred schools of thought, but this thought is really rare.

He was very martial, his mother was born in a noble family, and his father was the emperor of the dynasty. He was also the masters of the hundreds of schools. In addition to exploring by himself, there were also masters of the hundreds of schools tailored it for him. The young people in front of him obviously had no chance to dig deeper without a home, otherwise he would have cut him directly with his sword.

After all, he was a little bit of a bad background and wasted a good seedling: "Are you interested in following me to learn military tactics and develop into military generals?"

Xiang Zhuyuan looked at the Ninth Prince without hesitation.

Jiang Xi was stunned for a moment, and the teacup in his hand was delivered to his mouth but did not drink it.

Xiang Zhuyuan suddenly smiled: "Ninth Prince, you are biased. My nephew has not had such an honor yet. Moreover, Lord Ming is the first civil servant of the prince. If he abandons literature and martial arts, the prince will not be able to keep Lord Ming with a box of snails." Raising one to kill a family is a good move.

When Jiang Xi heard this, he smiled in agreement.

Ming Xiluo just stood up and said respectfully: "Prince Xie Jiu takes a fancy to you, thank you for your kindness. I will definitely consider it carefully."

Xiang Zhuyuan slowly pursed the tea in his hand, and his smile remained unchanged.

The Ninth Prince glanced at Xuan Jian, okay, since he spoke for this child, he would not force him, but he really felt that this child was worth raising and tried to say, "I will give you time to consider it."

Zhu Zhiliang looked at Master Ming, looked away, and suddenly looked again, and suddenly there was an illusion that these two people were really similar in temperament, not in the same way, but they were temperamental, but they looked like their eyebrows were secret and dark.

Zhu Zhiliang stopped his meaningless thoughts and returned to the journey. Ming Xiluo was the prince's man, and the prince might not let him learn from the ninth prince, the short-sighted Emperor Zaide.

If the Ninth Prince had taken a fancy to the throne, how could he wait until now?

Jiang Xi was surprised and slowly brought the tea to his mouth. The Ninth Prince actually gave Ming Xiluo time to consider it? The Ninth Prince seemed to be a kind and wise man, but in fact it was not. The Ninth Prince knew that his identity was sensitive and never had too much involvement. Why did the Ninth Prince suddenly want to accept someone under his own disciple?

What the Ninth Prince just said was clearly the meaning of teaching by example and taking disciples. This is a very tempting opportunity for anyone. After all, this means that the 500,000 army in the hands of the Ninth Prince, the prince should let him seize this opportunity as long as he is not stupid.

No, the prince cannot agree. The prince would rather let many people share the military power in the hands of the Ninth Prince, and would not leave a ninth Prince's only disciple by his side, so that he will become the second ninth prince?

"Sit and stand, why are you doing? Drink tea."

Ming Xiluo thanked Prince Xiang in the gap where he sat down.

Xiang Zhuyuan slightly closed his eyebrows and mentioned Mo Yunyi to the Ninth Prince.

The Ninth Prince was immediately interested. He really liked the boy from the Mo family who couldn't help but make trouble and had a stubborn mind.

...

In the deep forest, Lin Wujing's life fell into the greatest confusion, and he won!

The winning was inexplicably done, and there was no price. Even the gems on the hand scabbard were not in the chance to be covered with blood, as if they were afraid that they would lose their luster.

Lin Wujing smiled bitterly. In addition to Prince Xiang, Eagle Strike may have contributed a lot from it, or in addition to them, there are many people who want them to win the first place in this competition.

The praises surrounding the prince... or the crown prince's concubine.

Lin Wujing looked at the last flag in his hand and was suddenly stunned. How much power does the Crown Princess have in the court?

Shen De can no longer speak, and after winning, he dared not pull down the signal flare.

After destroying the Eagle Strike, there were only two teams left on the field, one was them and the other was the Ninth Prince. Isn’t it? But the remaining team is even worse than the Eagle Strike.

There was no need for them to take action, and La Lagong and they gave up on the verge of dying. It can be said that these people should have left the field long ago, but they were unable to reach the signal flares on the tree, and they were struggling to hold on?

So now they have become the only remaining team on the field...that is, the winner of this game!

"Chief Lin, we won?"

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Two updates today, more updates tomorrow. (#^.^#)
Chapter completed!