King Jia, Beppu, martial arts performance venue.?

Li Chongming, the prince of Jia, who was dancing the sword, jumped up and down, and his long sword was so swept that it could not be penetrated. He was as sharp as a dragon, and the sword light rolled in the field like mercury. A middle-aged follower standing on the side of the field looked and nodded, with a look of relief.

When Li Chongming stood up, the entourage had just taken a soft towel to serve. Seeing that his prince wiped his face casually, he whispered: "Your Highness, the representatives of all sects who went to Beijing to re-revise the martial arts record. Just as he got the news, the Ninth Prince of Yue took Zhou Jiyun, the leader of the White Lotus Sect, to the eldest princess's mansion, Shaolin, Emei, and Qingcheng, and all sent people there."

"The emperor has several sisters, but only Aunt Dongyang is a grandmother, but she has never fought for any real power for her cousin. She has always been a nonsense in the first place. Who would have thought that such a person who often leaves and is rebellious could join forces with the current elder Ci Xiangyue to defeat Wu Renyuan and Gao Zezhi six years ago?"

The middle-aged follower was Li Chongming's milk man Liu Da, who had always been very sensible. When he heard Li Chongming's feelings, he said very cautiously: "What the prince said is that Mr. Yan, as the son of the eldest princess, was the head of the Xuandao Hall. In recent years, major sects do not have to worry about being removed from the Martial Arts Record, and they have generally been much more stable."

"That's why I admire my grandma and cousin."

Li Chongming didn't say anything after all, and admired Princess Dongyang and Yan Xu and his son. When he returned to the warm room from the cold martial arts venue, he took off his sweat-soaked clothes, scrubbed them, changed his clothes, and combed his hair again. When he left the house again, he had the momentum of a noble young man.

King Jia has not been a disciple for many years. The huge King Jia Mansion has not had a master for many years. Now the house seems neat and glamorous, but Li Chongming knew that except for the few followers he brought, the rest of the people were not trusted, so he only told Liu Da the truth in private. At this moment, he left the mansion, and felt that even his breathing was smoother.

He once again whispered to Liu Da behind him, "Has everything been arranged by Elder Qu in the Shengong Sect?"

"Don't worry, Your Highness, Prince." Liu Da smiled slightly, "The ranking of the Divine Bow Sect is only before the White Lotus Sect and Xuan Dao Hall. If there are nobles like Your Highness, who are willing to favor him, how could they not agree to teach Your Highness, the Prince to shoot arrows?"

"I remember that the Divine Bow Camp was the best in the shooting skills of the Divine Bow Camp. Who would have thought that the Divine Bow Gate has now fallen to such a level?" Li Chongming looked at his right hand that had been called out since he was a child, and felt a sense of enthusiasm in his heart.

If the little fat man is really the emperor's only son, then the father who was once taken to the palace to raise has nothing to complain about, because it is like Liu Feng, and most adopted sons are abandoned after their adoptive father's parent-child relationship. However, someone actually revealed a shocking secret that the little fat man, like his father, Prince Jia, was just adopted!

Since that's the case, why can that fat man be the king in the future, and their father and son can only be ministers?

When Li Chongming rushed to meet the people from the Shengong Sect and planned to choose a suitable person from the Shengong Sect as his master in the name of practicing shooting skills, the little fat Li Yiming was having fun with the eunuchs in the Baofu Hall.

Although this is the place where Concubine Feng was placed under house arrest and Concubine Feng died here, after Concubine Feng passed away, Li Yiming told the emperor that he recalled his mother and moved in. When countless people secretly talked about the little fat man being stupid and bold, and gloatingly waiting for him to be taken for his life, the little fat man ate and slept soundly. He was a little fat that year, and there seemed to be no psychological barrier.

Because of this, the emperor once privately commented very satisfied with his close ministers like Old Master Yue, saying that King Ying was brave and meticulous, was very filial to his mother, and did not avoid ghosts and gods, and was a good child. But even the fat man only found out about the emperor's comments. As for how Old Master Yue and others told the emperor, he didn't know at all.

At this time, the little fat man and a few eunuchs were very popular in Jinling during the past six years. All the games played by the Qin brothers of the third wife Yue’s mother-in-law. As for the cooperation and how to distribute profits, it was the Qin family’s business secret. Even the third wife didn’t ask about it indirectly, let alone others.

Seeing that he lost all the chips again, the fat man was not angry and threw down the dice in his hand and said angrily: "I won't play anymore, you won, and that's all for today!"

Although he beat the little fat man, the few eunuchs were not at all afraid and trembled. Instead, they made a fuss. Thank you for your gratitude, and soon became familiar with the sweet-sweetheartedness that the little fat man had taken out before.

Since the little fat man became obsessed with these games and often pulled them to play, they found that the emperor's only son did not like others to let him win, and he also wanted to win. As long as he didn't let him shaved his head and lost to the end, the people who won the most often rewarded him with a lot of money. Over time, playing with King Ying became the most popular job in the entire palace, no doubt about it.

The one who won the most today was Huang Jiu, the eunuch who had been transferred to the Baofu Hall for more than half a year. He did not stay alone like the others who had scattered, and carefully packed up these various chess tools. When there was no one else, he smiled and said, "Today, I took the biggest prize of His Highness Ying."

"I know you are cunning!" Seeing that he put the treasure bag full of golden beads into his private box, he scolded him angrily, "Don't do this, will I still lack this little money?"

"Yes, thank you for your compassion."

Although most of the time, Huang Jiu still likes to act so as not to be too fond of being disgusted. At this time, he put the bag in his arms and put the private box back in his original place. He then stood by the fat man with a smile on his face and whispered, "According to your highness's instructions, I will send all the things to Ren Guiyi and the others."

"What did you say?"

"Several empresses said some compliments or greetings."

The little fat man shrugged, not surprised.

If it were him, he had been whipped to the door with a whip, and the palace maids and eunuchs beside him were whipped for fun. Now that time has changed, people come to the door to apologize and pretend to be good people, which is generous on the face and will never accept it. Anyway, he is just doing superficial skills and has no hope that they really think he has changed his past and say a few good things to him in front of the emperor.

As long as the father knows it.

And every time at this time, he hated Concubine Feng very much. Thinking about it, if he hadn't been instigated by Concubine Feng, and he always thought that he could not live without Concubine Feng as the protector, how could he be so stupid?

As it turns out, as long as the father wants to eradicate, the Feng family is a paper tiger. His true protector is only the emperor, only the emperor.

In recent years, in addition to studying and riding a horse, he would have played one or two games of betting wherever he went. He didn't know much money was spent, but it was not all to buy people to find out the news for him, nor to let people say good things for him in front of the emperor, but more to establish an image of being generous and tolerant. He originally thought that it had first achieved results, but now he felt that it was a bit of a crisis.

The story of the golden branch that year was finally closed by the Northern Yan mission fabricated rumors, and both he and Yue Qianqiu were not hurt. But now there are rumors that Li Chongming looks like the emperor everywhere in the palace. What is this? Is Li Yiming the biological son of his father?

"Your Highness? Your Highness?"

The little fat man suddenly came to his senses and realized that he was stunned again. He stretched his waist and then yawned again. Seeing Huang Jiushen approaching mysteriously, he instinctively frowned.

"Your Highness, I received the news that Prince Jia Li Chongming of King Jia went to meet the people of the Shengong Sect and wanted to hire a teacher to teach him how to shoot arrows. He clearly had ulterior motives and had a bad intention. You know, there was a reason why the Shengong Sect was demoted to the lowest level. Moreover, when I heard someone in the palace secretly chewing, saying that Li Chongming was actually the emperor's flesh and blood..."

"Stop it!"

Huang Jiu was stopped before he finished speaking. Then, he suddenly fell down after being kicked hard. When he reacted dizzyly, his collar was already grabbed by the fat man. The next moment, he was slapped several times in the face.

"If you are sowing discord and afraid that the world will not be in chaos, you dare to say it in front of me?" A chilling light burst out from the little fat man's eyes. "Although I am not the one who is circling countless times in Yue Qianqiu's head, I am not a fool!"

Without giving Huang Jiu any chance to explain, the little fat man directly used his forehead to give someone a head hammer. He fainted when he heard the other party scream. He rubbed his head and stood up, rubbed his chin and thought about what to do next.

Fortunately, he has quarreled with Yue Qianqiu for many years and fought hard, and his thinking has become much broader. Otherwise, he would not be so angry that he would scream immediately and go to find Li Chongming's fault? So, it is still very useful to have an opponent on the surface and a think tank in secret.

He took out a hemp rope and tied Huang Jiu into rice dumplings, then stuffed the guy's mouth again, and then dragged the guy out excitedly.

After passing the violent vibration of the threshold and steps, he was dragged on the ground like a mop. Huang Jiu woke up unconsciously, but he struggled to beg for mercy. He actually watched him dragged into the Chugong Hall by the little fat man under the shocking gaze of countless people.
Chapter completed!