"It just so happens that I just practiced a set of boxing techniques a few days ago, why don't we come and learn from each other?" Zhao Xiaobai said, threw the sword in his hand to the side, and a small guy next to him skillfully caught the flying sword, and steadily put it into the scabbard, obviously it was a technique that Zhao Xiaobai often practiced by practicing swords. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Wang Shaoan uses his fists, and he can't bully others with a sword just because he is a little prince.

"It's better to be respectful than to obey." Wang Shaoan was also interested, rolled up his sleeves, tied up his hem, jumped lightly, jumped down the steps, and landed steadily opposite Zhao Xiaobai.

"Please!"

Zhao Xiaobai bowed his hand to Wang Shaoan, and then took the lead. Although he looked thin and weak, his footwork was extremely flexible. In the middle of the move, the fist met Wang Shaoan's chest.

Although Wang Shaoan's skills have been greatly reduced in this life, because he is young, his judgment and reaction ability are much faster than in his previous life. I saw that his body was slightly sideways, and with the cooperation of both hands, he instantly blocked Zhao Xiaobai's fist, and then turned around, and with the help of force, Zhao Xiaobai was sent back, and Zhao Xiaobai almost fell.

"Good! Kind of interesting! Pick up! ”

Zhao Xiaobai's fighting spirit was aroused, and he waved his fist and attacked again, his fist was strange and varied, and he attacked the key weakness like raindrops. Wang Shaoan was calm and composed, taking defense as an attack, without any showmanship, and defused Zhao Xiaobai's fierce offensive one by one, and then seized the opportunity to punch Zhao Xiaobai in the back.

This inch punch was like a heavy stone, knocking Zhao Xiaobai directly to the ground.

"Little prince, are you okay?" The little guy next to him hurriedly ran over to help Zhao Xiaobai, who fell to the ground, and then twisted his head to Wang Shaoan: "You stunned boy, Meng Lang!" It's not light or heavy! ”

"Little prince, I'm offended." Wang Shaoan apologized, after all, this was someone's house, and he was a little embarrassed to knock people to the ground and break his face. But that's how he is, he never plays false. It just so happens that Zhao Xiaobai has a bold personality and likes such people.

"Haha, don't get in the way, Mr. Wang, it's amazing, I'm willing to bow down." Zhao Xiaobai stood up, not angry, but happy. In the past, he had itchy hands and tricks with the guards in the house, and those guards were deliberately put by him in a few moves to please him, and no one dared to attack him. However, the more these guards deliberately let go, the less interested Zhao Xiaobai became, and then he simply didn't ask them to practice, and he couldn't be promoted at all.

"The little prince agrees!"

"What do you want to give or not, go, eat and drink!" Zhao Xiaobai waved his hand and strode into the dining room.

This dining room is the dining room! A large round table, with a modern rolling table in the middle, has at least a dozen dishes on a table, and there is an unopened wine jar above and below the table.

"I didn't think that there would be a wheeled dining table now, the ancients were really wise and wise!" Wang Shaoan looked at the table and couldn't help but praise Zhao Xiaobai for hearing this sentence.

"Hehe, this table was designed by me personally, how about it, it's good!" Zhao Xiaobai said with a proud look, "Take a seat." If you don't get drunk today, you won't return! Zhao Xiaobai grabbed the lid of the wine jar and ripped it open, Wang Shaoan also ripped it open as he did, and a mellow aroma of wine drilled into Wang Shaoan's nose, and his gluttony was immediately hooked. The aroma of this wine smelled countless times better than what Mo Niang entertained him and drank in prison.

Looking at Wang Shao'an's infatuated appearance, Zhao Xiaobai smiled slightly, directly took a large bowl and poured it full, and held it up with both hands: "Come, Mr. Wang, it's not fun to use a cup, let's use a bowl." Let's do a bowl first! ”

Wang Shaoan looked at Zhao Xiaobai, who had a lot of style and no shelf, and his good impression was even worse, so he directly poured a bowl full of it and raised it: "Little prince, come." ”

Zhao Xiaobai killed it directly in one bite, praised a good wine, and then said: "I haven't introduced myself yet, my nickname is Zhao Xiaobai, and my big name is Zhao Bocong, you don't want the little prince to call me in the future, it sounds awkward, you are seven or eight years older than me, you might as well just call me Xiaobai!" In the future, I will call you Shao'an, what do you think? ”

Zhao Bocong?

"Poof~" As soon as he heard these three words, Wang Shao'an had not finished drinking the wine, and was savoring it, so he sprayed it directly on the ground. Wang Shao'an, the king of Pu'an County, is not very familiar, but the three words Zhao Bocong can be described as thunderous, Zhao Bocong, later renamed Zhao Tuan, the second emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty, Song Xiaozong! History evaluates that Song Xiaozong was the most accomplished emperor of the Song Dynasty, recovering the rivers and mountains in the north, abolishing many corrupt officials, rectifying the government, rehabilitating Yue Fei's "unwarranted" strange injustice and giving him the name Wumu. One by one, it can be described as wise.

At this moment, the famous future emperor Song Xiaozong was drinking with himself as a brother, how could he not be surprised. His eyes widened, staring at Zhao Xiaobai motionlessly.

"Brother Shao'an, what are you doing? Could it be that this wine is not to your liking? It's okay, I'll change it for you until you're satisfied. Zhao Xiaobai looked at Wang Shao'an, who was stunned at the moment, and was also curious.

"No, no, the little prince is rude, it's okay, this wine is good wine, it's better than what I've drunk in my life!" Wang Shaoan came back to his senses and said with an embarrassed face.

"Look at you, don't treat me as a friend, and call me the little prince, come sit down and punish yourself with three bowls!" Zhao Xiaobai pretended to be angry.

"Okay, I'll punish myself with three bowls, oh no, I'll punish myself with six bowls!" After saying that, Wang Shaoan hurriedly poured himself wine and immediately drank it. Although this wine is a good wine, it is only about ten degrees, and it is still a high-quality wine, after all, the ancient purification and distillation technology is very primitive. Wang Shaoan already has a good amount of alcohol, and this sip is like drinking beer.

"Hahaha, Shao'an is really a cool person, I really didn't look away, drink and drink!" asked Zhao Xiaobai to watch him drink, but he didn't do it, and he took the bowl and dried it together.

The wine was magnificent, and more than a dozen dishes on the table were swept away by the two. The two of you talk about your past with a word, and there is no doubt that Wang Shaoan is more capable of talking. The two of them drank from the table to the table, and finally simply hugged the big jar, shrunk under the table, one leaned on a table leg, and drank to the fullest, quite a taste of wine and a thousand cups of confidants. As they drank more and more, the words of the two became more and more incomprehensible.

"Shao'an, what kind of modern operations did you just mention, what kind of planes flying in the sky, tanks that go over mountains and mountains, and submarines that go deep into the bottom of the sea, is it really that powerful?" Zhao Xiaobai asked while burping.

"That's not it, flying in the sky, running on the ground, and swimming in the water, forming a huge combat system, with mutual cooperation, it can exert unimaginable power, like a small island country like Dongying, a few rounds of bombing and attack, he will be destroyed. What kind of old beauty, old Maozi, don't dare to offend us......" Wang Shaoan pulled his head, and actually pulled the United States and Russia nearly a thousand years later, of course Zhao Xiaobai didn't understand this sentence.

"Old beauty? Old Maozi? What is that? Zhao Xiaobai asked suspiciously.