In the year 10015 of the Shengwu calendar, it had been sixteen years since the Six Kingdoms besieged the Wolong Dynasty, and the prince of that year was already sixteen years old.

This morning, in the East Palace of the Wolong Dynasty, a thin and young man was sitting cross-legged on the bed, only to see him close his eyes slightly, exhaling regularly, as if absorbing the aura between heaven and earth.

Half an hour later, the boy coughed violently, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, which made his already sick face even paler.

I saw that he showed a struggling look, looking very unwilling, and then I saw him muttering: "Still can't do it?

"Why can I only be a mortal, why is this??God, you let me be born in the emperor's family, but you gave me a waste body, why do you treat me like this??"

The cultivation levels in this world are martial apprentices, martial artists, warriors, martial masters, martial kings, martial emperors, martial monarchs, and martial emperors, and he Long Zhantian, as the crown prince of the Wolong Dynasty, failed to even step into the lowest martial apprentice realm, blinding the countless resources of the royal family.

So he roared hysterically, complaining about the injustice of fate, his name is Zhantian, but he can't have the power of Zhantian, ridiculous, sad, from the age of three to the present, countless failures have made him a little lost, although he doesn't want to give up, but now, no matter how hard he tries, it is in vain, and he can't store even a trace of aura in his body.

After venting for a while, he finally calmed down, and then sat down on the bed, his mind was blank, he didn't know how to describe his helplessness and loss, as the crown prince of the Wolong Dynasty, he was a waste who couldn't cultivate, not even as good as an ordinary person, the pressure in his heart could be imagined.

For so many years, although others are respectful to him on the surface, and can even be said to grovel, behind their backs, they don't know how to laugh at him.

He had heard the palace maids and eunuchs laugh at him more than once, even they were, not to mention others, he had also thought about killing these people who were different from each other, but he knew that it was useless, after all, what they said was also the truth, and besides, it was impossible for him to kill all the people.

This time, he really accepted his fate, maybe this is fate, he is destined to have no chance with cultivation in this life, instead of spending it like this, it is better to do what he should do, and it is a good choice to become a ruler of the world.

Sixteen years! In his world, there can be several sixteen years, after all, his life is just a drop in the ocean compared to a real martial artist.

Immediately afterwards, I saw him smile a little wryly, but then all the negative emotions seemed to be swept away, and his eyes returned to his former wisdom and confidence.

This is the habit he has developed over the years, to hide his inner emotions and not allow himself to have any gaffes, which is also what he must have as a prince.

Sixteen years, although his cultivation has not improved at all, but he has reached the point of mastery of this emperor's mental technique, and in this regard, even his father is not as good as him.

He must now think about how to govern the country, after all, after the siege of the Six Kingdoms sixteen years ago, the financial and other losses of the Wolong Dynasty have reached a very alarming level, and the population has plummeted rapidly, and a large number of imperial elites have died.

Just as he was pondering, he heard the voice of the palace guards outside his door.

"Your Royal Highness the Crown Prince, are you alright, did an assassin break in, what happened?"

Ling Yun couldn't help but be very puzzled when he looked at the soldiers outside the door, but after a while, he realized that it was probably the movement caused by the venting just now.

I saw him shake his head, and then said: "Don't worry, I'm fine, I just dropped a teacup, you don't have to panic, all retreat!"

The commander of the Praetorian Guard outside the door saw that the prince was slow to respond, and thought that something was wrong, and was about to push the door in, but just as he was about to act, he heard the prince's voice from inside, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It's okay, if something happens to the prince, he will really die, and when the time comes, I'm afraid it can't help it, even if it's his family, and the families of these other guards behind him will be affected, which he never wants to see.

Recently, he hurriedly said: "Since His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is fine, then I will retire first, and if His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has anything, you can call us at any time." ”

After finishing speaking, he led the rest of the guards to withdraw, which was not that he was hasty, because he knew that this East Palace was heavily guarded, and there were many strong people in charge, and almost no one could approach the prince's dormitory silently, and he didn't want His Royal Highness the prince to blame, so after weighing, he decided to retreat.

Long Zhantian watched the Praetorian Guards retreat, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, because he couldn't cultivate, so his father paid special attention to his own safety, the lowest level guarding his dormitory was a samurai, and the captain of each squad was a martial artist.

And, among the rumors, there is also a strong warrior king sitting in his East Palace, this lineup is not not powerful, you must know that these guards are centurions, thousands, and even generals in the army.

But the more his father treated him like this, the more he felt psychologically uncomfortable, although this represents his father's love for him, but it also reflects his incompetence, this is a world where martial arts are respected, as the prince of an empire, there is no corresponding strength.

This is his sorrow, as a prince, he has to bear more things than ordinary people, the prince of a country, always has to live in the words of others, he does not have a happy childhood like an ordinary child, he must give everyone a feeling of rejection.

Thinking about it, he felt very sad, in the eyes of others, he was a high prince, but in fact he was just a child, now he was only sixteen years old, and he hadn't even spent his sixteenth birthday yet.

Despite all the pain in his heart, he could only do this.

From now on, he decided to give up cultivation, cut off all years related to cultivation, and began to govern the country with peace of mind, cultivation is not the only way out, although his life is short, but if he can show his talent on the big stage of this world, it is not worth this life, he wants to make the Wolong Dynasty the strongest dynasty!

After a night of hard thinking, Long Zhantian felt that he had gained a lot, he had been particularly proficient in this aspect since he was a child, and he was already proficient in military books and history books when he was ten years old, so he had now determined a general direction, and a great blueprint was unfolding in his mind.

At dawn, the first rays of the morning sun shone on Long Zhantian's immature cheeks, which made his originally pale face show a hint of ruddy.

Long Zhantian looked up at this time, and it turned out that the sky was already dawning.

Immediately afterwards, he stretched his waist, since the sky has dawned, it is time to go to the court, it is time for him to act, since three years ago, his father has announced a retreat, and he rarely comes out during the period, so he has been in charge of the government for the past three years.

And in the past three years, there have been almost no major incidents, so he can still cope with it, with the things above the court, he is already extremely familiar, basically that set, he just does it, it's just a routine.

Soon he saw two palace maids enter his room, both of them were small and exquisite, with delicate faces, and very delicate facial features, which could be regarded as rare beauty.

I saw these two people, one holding hot water, and the other holding a towel and his python robe.

Looking at the two people in front of him, Long Zhantian sighed again, these two people can be regarded as palace maids who are relatively close to him, the eldest is called Ruohan, the second Ruoxi, and he is very good to him, and he does not look down on him in the slightest, both of them were given to him by his father on his thirteenth birthday.

And what makes Long Zhantian unbearable the most is that these two people are not only beautiful, but also rare martial arts wizards, the cultivation is simply terrifying, they are only fifteen years old, but the cultivation has reached the first rank of the samurai, which is already a leader among their peers.

Because the strength of the two is very high, at least for Long Zhantian, Long Zhantian often feels a sense of powerlessness when facing them, a man is not even as good as a woman, which makes his self-esteem seriously frustrated.

He often thought about what his father meant by letting these two people be his personal maids, and he didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse for him.

I saw that one of the two seemed to be a little older and said: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince actually got up so early today, it is just right to let the two slaves and maids come to serve you to change your clothes, and the slaves and maids have already instructed the imperial dining room, and they will immediately deliver the meal, and when you finish washing, you can eat." ”

Long Zhantian saw the well-behaved and lovely appearance of the two, and he didn't feel much embarrassed about them, so he saw that he stretched out his arm extremely reluctantly.

Soon under the service of the two, Long Zhantian got dressed and washed, he also wanted to do these things by himself, but he couldn't compete with the etiquette of the royal family, if he did it himself, he would inevitably attract the ridicule of others, not to mention, and make the two of them feel very frightened, it was really a troublesome thing.

After that, Long Zhantian was thinking, in fact, he was born in the palace, and the royal family is actually quite good, this can be regarded as clothes to stretch out his hand, food to open his mouth, the taste of this is also wonderful, no wonder so many people want to be emperors.

The breakfast is also extremely rich, as the crown prince, he naturally can't be cold, thirty-six dishes, one can't be missing, and there are even a lot of demon beast meat, which is really a big supplement for ordinary martial artists, but not for Long Zhantian.

His physique is extremely weak, I can't stand so much energy, martial artists need blood and qi, so they need these things to replenish their bodies, but he doesn't need them, he can only eat a little bit every time, and so many dishes, it's a pity to waste them.

So according to the usual practice, he motioned to Ruohan Ruoxi in front of him to sit down and eat together.

Although the two were afraid of losing their dignity, they really couldn't resist the temptation, so they ......