Forty-six years ago, Emperor Hongxi Zhao Yuanchen died, his soul returned to the sea of stars, and the second son of the emperor, Zhao Xixuan, was appointed as the emperor. The emperor's eldest son, Zhao Xicheng, was not convinced, and united several princes to rebel, and was finally killed by the national teacher and several heavenly realm powerhouses under the Qinglong Gate, and used his own blood to lay a well-off life for more than 40 years.

The children of the royal family, since ancient times, there have been countless brothers killing each other, fathers and sons killing each other, uncles and nephews have killed each other, it is like a commonplace, the world has long been accustomed to it, in the legend of the Silver Dust Master, in the story of the storyteller in the roadside teahouse is not uncommon, so I can't allow His Majesty Tianxi not to think too much, after a hundred years, whether his children and grandchildren will stage this kind of human tragedy again.

The little prince was stunned for a long time, but he didn't expect his father to announce his decision to inherit the throne by himself so lightly.

He knelt down on one knee and said slowly in a very serious tone: "Father and Emperor clearly see that the second brother has the talent to help the world, and he should inherit the unification the most, and the Mandate of Heaven is only practiced, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to live up to the high hopes of my father." ”

His Majesty the Emperor walked to the guardrail on the side of the building, pointed to the outside of the building and said, "Destiny, you should get up and come here, look at the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains outside the building, and look at the thousands of mansions covered by wind and snow, they are all my people, and they need me to protect them." ”

"But I'm old, and I can't protect them for a few years. His Majesty the Emperor said melancholy: "Since ancient times, the prosperous era has been achieved by several generations of recuperation and recuperation and a generation of heroic and strategic kings, and your imperial grandfather and my two kings have left you enough capital for you to show your strength, expand the territory of my Chu country, and complete the eternal feats that are even more magnificent than the great grandfather." ”

"Your second brother is good everywhere, but it's a pity that there is more than enough to defend and not enough to create, our country no longer needs the third generation of Shoucheng king, so I want to send you to General Ding to experience and grow. ”

"You are a cultivator, a gifted great cultivator, a peerless genius who has not been produced by the Zhao family for hundreds of years, and I have enough confidence in you. ”

After His Majesty the Emperor said these words, he smiled and picked up Zhao Tianming, who was kneeling on the ground and had not yet gotten up, and said shallowly: "Chen Linci, that kid is good, and the national teacher also greatly appreciates him. ”

"Erchen..."Zhao Tianming frowned and hesitated for a long time before muttering: "Obey!"

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After the first snowfall, it is approaching the New Year.

The snow has been cleared from the streets and alleys of Whitehorse, red lanterns have been hung in every house, and the sound of firecrackers and fireworks is endless, filling the city with a festive atmosphere.

The bright moon shines on the tall buildings, and it is late at night.

Although the lanterns are still bright between the streets and alleys, most of the tourists have returned home, only a few prodigal children, humming their own unknown meat songs, and sickly ridiculing a certain girl who is pregnant with spring.

The wine shop in Xicheng is probably the most lively place in the whole city at this time, and every late night is the golden time for wine and food, at this time, the dart board guys from all over the world or the vendors passing through here will choose this kind of place to rest, and buy a few bowls of wine to eat by the way, to relieve the fatigue of the day.

The owner of the liquor store is a chubby old man named Wang Lao Er. As their name suggests, they are also like their appearance, they are kind, and they usually do some good deeds to give to the poor, so they are also respected by the people around them.

The liquor shop has not closed its doors Chinese New Year's Eve, and Wang Laoer has also made a lot of money over the years, and has also recruited a few young guys, and he has started to be a hands-off shopkeeper, which has the intention of opening another branch.

As for the owner of the branch, Wang Lao Er had already had an idea, he was expecting his uncompetitive son Wang Rongxun to come back to inherit the family business, but who knew that this kid was obsessed with Dean Zhao's granddaughter, and he was going to White Horse Academy to go bankrupt, nominally to study, but everyone knew that he coveted Miss Zhao's beauty and wanted to get close to one or two, although Wang Lao Er was loyal and honest, but he was not stupid, where would he not be able to see it.

Every time I think of this, Wang Lao Er is full of emotion in his heart, he has been loyal all his life, and he has finally accumulated some family business, how can he raise such a gentleman.

If it's just that, this Wang Rongxun lost his mother since he was a child, Wang Lao Er was busy with his livelihood and was negligent in discipline, before he was eight years old, he began to follow the street gangsters shouting and shouting to kill, and also stealing money from the family every month to hand over the so-called elements, I heard that the strongest man in the world is surnamed Yang, simply changed his name to Yang Rongxun directly, the angry Wang Lao Er was born as a Buddha and two Buddhas ascended to heaven, and he was very disappointed in this son, if he didn't become a cultivator later, I am afraid that Wang Lao Er would immediately sever the father-son relationship with him.

Thinking of this, Wang Lao Er checked the bills in the cabinet, looked at today's running water a few times, and sighed in his heart that his life savings were to be cheaper for this gentleman, it was really uncomfortable to think about it!

"Boom!"

A sound of kicking the wooden door came, Yang Rongxun stretched his waist, yawned and walked downstairs, looked at Wang Lao Er, who was counting the account books in front of the account desk, and said with disgust: "Wang Shoucai, give the master a hundred taels of silver, I will accompany Yiran to Yue Guo in the spring, I will accompany my brothers to have fun these days." ”

Wang Lao Er is called Wang Lao Er, not Wang Shoucai, the nickname of the word Shoucai was given to him by Yang Rongxun. It is very generous to ridicule this old boy and outsiders, but to himself, he is a miser who does not pull out a dime.

"No money. Being jokingly called a keeper of wealth by his own son, Wang Lao Er was not angry, he had long been accustomed to the fact that this gentlemanly son had no respect for himself for so many years.

"No money?" Yang Rongxun pointed to the noisy wine table in the lobby, looked at Wang Lao Er with an unhappy face and said: "No money, this group of people are eating and drinking for nothing in your place?" I won't talk nonsense with you, hurry up and pay the money and I'll leave." ”

"If you want money, you go to your father surnamed Yang to ask for it, what are you doing with me Wang Shoucai?" said Wang Lao Er with some unhappiness.

"I want to have a father like a god general, and I still live in this little White Horse County?" Yang Rongxun couldn't stand Wang Laoer's verbosity anymore, and when he walked down the stairs, he grabbed the account book with one hand, pointed at Wang Laoer's nose and scolded: "You old boy can't fight for it, so I can only live in a corner, if you become the emperor, where is there any bird thing in this Great Chu Country?"

"Even if I, the second king, become the emperor, I can't change the fact that you are a gentleman!" No matter how good Rao is Wang Er's temper is, he was a little angry when he was scolded by his son.

There was a customer who was eating and drinking next to him, and his eyes pierced Wang Laoer's face like a needle, he was loyal and worthy of heaven and earth all his life, only this son made him really unable to raise his head.

"Master, I don't want to talk too much to you, I don't want to be embarrassed, so I quickly take the money over, I'll leave immediately, you do your business well." Yang Rongxun wiped his nose with the account book and said with a smile: "Your old boy hasn't experienced the master's ability to make trouble, bring the money, hello and me." ”

Thinking that he couldn't do the business that had been troubled by this bastard countless times over the years, Wang Lao Er shook his head helplessly, took out a silver ticket from his sleeve, threw it on the table, and remorsefully muttered that the rebel was angry with me!

"That's right!" Yang Rongxun took the silver ticket, threw the account book on the ground, straightened his clothes and swaggered out of the restaurant.

He was going to Piaoxiang Pavilion, where his brothers Qi Zhiming, Jiang Huajie, Xia Zijian and several others were waiting for him to drink and enjoy themselves.