Zhu Biao is actually not as depressed as Song Rou imagined, he is very confident in himself, just kidding, he can use the fireball technique to burn thousands of people and roll on the ground, no matter how inferior people are, they also have some confidence that "Lao Tzu may be very bullish".

He just hasn't figured out why that magic talent tester is like that, why it's a big sticker machine, what kind of bad taste is this?

There is only one affinity for the water element, and he spread out his palm to see, does he mean that water magic will be very difficult to learn?

That's nothing, he doesn't want to be an all-powerful great magician, learning magic is just to pass the time, so that he can have something to do before he finds his ideals, and now it seems that at least fire magic is no problem, but his skill tree will be ignited into a fire specialty.

Then again, if the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth correspond to the five types of magic, then what about light magic and dark magic? What about space magic?

Zhu Biao felt that he seemed, as if, as if...... Too lazy to go too far, never took the initiative to tutor magic knowledge, this is not good, boy, no wonder the first district and the second courtyard refuse to accept you.

If you don't accept it, you won't accept it, Zhu Biaofu walked out of the first district and the second courtyard, Song Rou thought that he was deeply shocked, and his real feeling was relieved, and he no longer had to worry about whether to agree to Xu Yan, the broken courtyard and the broken teaching building strengthened his determination to refuse, and he went to college for the first time in two lives, so he didn't waste his youth in that kind of place.

But the road of being fostered is not working, and the next step is to work hard to make money to support himself, Zhu Biao began to worry after a while, should he continue to be a child laborer?

As soon as he turned back to the road from the alley, two seventeen or eighteen-year-old student-like teenagers ran in front of him, both of whom had a flat head for military training, showing a black face of military training, and wearing a full set of camouflage uniforms for military training, like a gust of breeze in the retro trend of the street.

Zhu Biao glanced at them more, and heard one of them urging the other: "Go quickly, the fourth prince will take office today, maybe he will come to see our military training." ”

Another constipated "uh-huh" twice, struggled to move his short legs, and panted: "You said that he is a good prince, he is not idle in the palace as a mascot, and he does not go back to the nineteenth district to be his earth overlord, why did he come to be our dean?" ”

"I heard that it was the Guozi priest who personally invited him," his companion "whispered", the volume was just enough for Zhu Biao to hear clearly, "The fourth prince used to be a top student who graduated from our Guoshu Academy, and he showed his hand again a few days ago, which made many people interested in Guoshu...... Hey, did you watch that news video? ”

"Is it the one where the four princes broke into Donghua Gate? After watching it, I also watched the soundtrack version, 'Look at the black hole in front, it must be the thief's lair, wait for me to catch up and kill him cleanly', haha! ”

"Hahahaha......"

Zhu Biao didn't know that he was singing the Peking Opera "Pick a Pulley", but he could literally hear the disrespect for the royal family, anyway, the second middle school boy always loves to challenge authority and despise authority.

He couldn't help but follow behind the two teenagers, and he didn't understand what he wanted to do, so he probably followed him to the National Art Academy, far away, and saw the fourth prince who had gradually become an idol again?

Zhu Biao found that his heartbeat was faster, and his brain was in the upper body, recalling the heroic posture of the four princes in the video, and by the way, he also remembered a complaint from the onlookers.

This fourth prince has been really active recently.

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The active Fourth Prince was sitting in a dimly lit corridor, with a door behind him that was forever closed to him, he was dressed in a neat military uniform, his back was straight even when he sits, his neck seemed to be a javelin, and his head was always held high.

With a military hat resting on his knees, his long fingers in white gloves unconsciously rubbing the brim, he seemed to be thinking, as if he was just waiting in silence.

The door opened.

Zhu Biao didn't look back, he just stared at the ground in front of him with slightly lowered eyes, and a light floated on the dark mahogany floor, leaking out of the door.

The light fanned out, expanding more and more, and a few particles of dust rolled up and down in the light and shadow.

The door closed again, and the light and dust were out of sight.

Zhu Di straightened the entire cuffs without wrinkles, stood up, and turned his head expressionlessly to look, the middle-aged man did not make a sound salute, Zhu Di bowed slightly, and returned the half-salute.

The middle-aged man had a wry smile on his face, as if he wanted to look back at the door behind him, but he stopped in time, he thought about it, he didn't even dare to sigh, and silently pressed the bent waist rod lower.

With an identity like him and such qualifications, even as a prince, he must be given a certain amount of respect, so Zhu Di understood what he wanted to express with his body language.

"Still won't see me?" Zhu Di raised the corners of half of his lips, "You won't let me go?" ”

The middle-aged man couldn't help but peek at the closed door, his face gradually straightened, his waist straightened, and he said softly: "Your Majesty." ”

This was to ask him to kneel down to accept the order, but Zhu Di stood straight and straight, with a slight smile on his handsome face, but his eyes were cold and solemn, revealing the slightest toughness that he refused to compromise.

Fortunately, the middle-aged man had already been mentally prepared for this, his eyes flashed, and he did not immediately accuse him of being rude.

The relationship between the most noble father and son of the Ming Dynasty is delicate, and the love of being a son uses all kinds of means to provoke Lao Tzu, and Lao Tzu is bright and violent like thunder, but there is no lack of appreciation. In the final analysis, the current emperor is not the kind of mediocre monarch who is worried that his son will threaten his status if he is strong, the tiger father has no dog son, let alone the dragon son, if he wants to stand out from the twenty-five brothers, he has to fight in front of His Majesty.

Of course, it is also necessary to fight skillfully and beautifully, like the fourth prince, who returned to the capital alone at the right time with the right excuse, which can be regarded as a big step ahead of the rest of his brothers, and the emperor appreciates his adventurous spirit and undisguised ambition, so he is willing to give him more opportunities. As for the superficial unruliness, it is just a small section, and no one will take it seriously.

When the middle-aged man thought of this, he felt interesting in his heart, but he didn't dare to bring it out on his face, and slowly relayed the emperor's words to the four princes: "'It's all here, why rush back, if you want to come to the nineteenth district, there is no shortage of a small Jinyi Wei Qianhu." Since Old Man Song can afford you, he will stay in the Guoshu Academy for a few more days. ’”

Old man Song refers to Song Ne, the priest of the country, who is in charge of the world's schools, Zhu Di has never had a friendship with him, and today he would never have imagined that he would nominate himself as the dean of the Guoshu Academy. If Song Ne's recital was instructed by the emperor, then a series of seemingly unrelated incidents: palace gate inspection, press conference speeches, and even the arrest of the Terracotta Division as a terrorist/terrorist...... It seems that they can all be strung together to find a clear, purposeful vein.

Since he entered Beijing alone, someone has wanted to make him famous, let him be exposed under the noses of all the people of the Ming Dynasty, once, twice, three times, and brush his sense of existence.

If you change to a prince, you may be grateful for the favor of the emperor, thinking that this is the road paved for him by His Majesty, and he is the one chosen by the Sacred Heart.

But Zhu Di didn't think so, because his brothers might forget, but he didn't dare to forget Prince Jì for a moment. No one knew better than him the crown prince's place in the emperor's mind.

The fourth prince glanced at the door that had always been closed, lowered his eyebrows, and the heavy shadow darkened the expression in his eyes.