Zhao Kingdom Kyoto, Shangyang City. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the bustling and lively streets, eight horsemen with swords guarded a gorgeous carriage unhurriedly, and the eye-catching word 'Cheng' at the front of the carriage was dancing and wantonly.

The streets were full of people and crowds, but when everyone saw the approaching carriage from a distance, they involuntarily stopped the noise and retreated to both sides of the road to wait for the carriage to pass by, and their eyes showed admiration and awe.

It wasn't until the carriage was far away that the street was bustling again.

In the crowd, a middle-aged woman holding a bamboo basket looked in the direction of the carriage and said with great sadness: "Alas, why does such a noble and capable person like men?" Isn't this going to be the last one? God really doesn't have long eyes. ”

When the companion beside her heard this, he couldn't help but sigh, "Who said it wasn't, but I heard that Yun Shao looks like a flower, and is much better looking than a woman." ”

"What's the use of being good-looking, no matter how good-looking you are, you're still a man, and you can't give birth to a child for the prince."

"It's true, if the prince is my son, I will ......"

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In the Zhao Kingdom, it is difficult to find a second person who can make the people so supportive, loved and awe-inspired, except for Xiao Qian, the king, and even the emperor of the Ninety-Five Emperor in the palace is afraid that he can't.

The world has been in turmoil for decades, the struggle between countries has never stopped, and the fate of the country can be said to be changing rapidly.

Although the territory of Zhao is not very large, it has always been the target of other countries because of its terrain and rich plains.

Zhao has been fighting for decades, resulting in a lack of soldiers, an empty treasury, and a lack of livelihood.

Eight years ago, the strong enemy in the north invaded again, and Zhao was difficult to resist, and the country was about to fall.

But when the country was in danger, Xiao Qian, the fourth prince who was only 14 years old, volunteered to go into battle with the army to kill the enemy.

Although Xiao Qian's intelligence and talent had already spread inside and outside the palace, no one thought that this prince raised in the deep palace had the ability to turn the tide and turn things around.

However, after Xiao Qian had an in-depth understanding of the situation on the battlefield, he offered advice to the commander, and as a result, he won with one plan.

Xiao Qian became famous in the first battle, and at the age of fifteen, he was canonized as a king, and he was the only one among the princes at that time to be canonized.

Since then, Xiao Gan's name has continued to reach the ears of the world, and the ironclad army trained by him has become the main force to protect the people of Zhao State.

The world may not know the deeds of the emperor who has been on the throne for four years in the palace of Zhao State, but it is impossible not to know that there is a god of war prince who became famous in Zhao State as a young man.

Nan'an Hou Mansion.

"You are a slippery person, I explained to you the day before yesterday that I haven't done it yet, I just want to go out for a walk every day, and see that I don't break your legs......"

Uncle Sun, an old housekeeper with a goatee, ran around the courtyard with a feather duster in his hand. Don't look at the old housekeeper, who is nearly half a hundred years old, and his legs and feet are quite sharp.

The little guy in Tsing Yi looked like a hippie smile, and took the opportunity to turn his head and say while running: "Uncle Sun, I just accidentally forgot about this, I promise, I will do it well today, okay?" ”

"Yesterday's guarantee was eaten by you, and the guarantee is a fart."

Uncle Sun couldn't catch up with him, so he simply threw out the feather duster and smashed it at him accurately.

Seeing this, the little guy in Tsing Yi ran away with his hands on his head and legs.

However, at some point, there was an extra man in black blocking the way, and he didn't have time to see who it was, so he immediately changed his route sideways.

So, the feather duster that flew like an arrow beckoned directly to the man in black.

Xiao Qian didn't dodge or dodge, as if he didn't see it.

The accompanying guard Leng Feng's body moved, stretched out his hand to catch it steadily, and then quickly retreated to the rear, the whole process was only a blink of an eye.

After this toss, several chicken feathers fell from the feather duster, and a slender one fell onto Xiao Qian's gold-embroidered placket, and swayed left and right under the breeze, crumbling.

Xiao Qian lowered his eyes and looked at it, and after opening his thin pink lips to blow off the chicken feathers, he habitually wanted to raise his hand to play the placket, but in the end he held back, and the left hand that had just been raised changed direction without a trace and stroked the green jade wrench on the thumb of his right hand.

He looked indifferent, behaved elegantly, and did not show dissatisfaction with the most alternative way of welcoming guests he had ever seen in his life, which well interpreted what it means to be calm and noble.

When Uncle Sun saw someone coming to the house, he no longer paid attention to the little girl in Tsing Yi, and after looking at the other party for a few times, he stepped forward and asked: "The two masters are ......" and reached out to ask for a feather duster.

Leng Feng handed him the things, and replied for the master in a cold voice: "This is His Royal Highness King Cheng, let your eldest lady come out, and the prince wants to see her." ”

What? His Royal Highness the King?

When Uncle Sun heard this, he almost laughed. Also become His Royal Highness, who to scare, you are His Royal Highness Chengwang, I am still an old immortal.

Don't think that if you look good, you can pretend to be His Royal Highness Chengwang, who is His Royal Highness Chengwang, not only good-looking, but also a heroic figure of gold and jade, Wen Taowu and Wuluo, how can others compare.

Besides, it is impossible for His Royal Highness King Cheng, who is busy with state affairs, to come to their disadvantaged Hou Mansion.

Although Uncle Sun thought so in his heart, he didn't show anything, but carefully looked at the person in front of him again with a smile on his face.

The dress of the golden crown, the angular facial features, and the awe-inspiring spirit.

What a seven-foot man! It looks a lot like His Royal Highness King Cheng.

Uncle Sun couldn't help but applaud in his heart, thinking that this person must be the noble son of a family, if the eldest lady can find such a husband, the Hou Ye and Mrs. will be relieved to know the underground, right?

Thinking of this, the smile on Uncle Sun's face deepened, and he made a gesture of invitation, "Two masters, hurry up and invite in the house." ”

He silently observed the people around him while leading the way, seeing that this person was calm and calm, the more he looked at it, the more he was unscored, this person would not really be His Royal Highness the King, right? But when you think about it, it still feels impossible.

Now, the entire Shangyang City knows that His Royal Highness King Cheng is a good man, how could he come to find the eldest lady in person?

After inviting the two into the house and instructing the maid to serve fragrant tea, Uncle Sun found an excuse to leave the living room. He thought about it and thought about it, and thought that it would be better to find out, so as not to accidentally offend the distinguished guest.

He pretended to have something to do and came to the gate of the mansion, and when he saw the heavily armed guards outside and the word 'Cheng' on the carriage, his eyes almost fell off, Mom, it's really His Royal Highness Chengwang.

So he hurriedly turned around and went back to the living room, walking on the road, only to feel flustered and weak, and couldn't help but sigh: It's not good to be old at this age, and I'm starting to walk weakly.

When he returned to the living room, he immediately instructed the maid named Hongrui: "Go and tell the eldest lady to get up and make up, and tell the eldest lady that His Royal Highness King Cheng is waiting in the living room." ”

Xiao Qianzheng sat leisurely at the table and turned the green jade wrench in his hand to play, hearing the words, his eyes moved slightly, drifting towards the sunlight shining on the floor of the living room.

It's almost noon, right? That woman hasn't even gotten out of bed yet? If she is called the second in this lazy sleep and bedridden, I'm afraid no one dares to call it the first, right?