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"Die!"

The four princes roared, and their fat bodies rushed towards Zao Wou-Ki with agility. (To read the latest chapters of this book, please visit the biquge.info of Wèn Aishang Novel Network)

"Stop! Stop him!" Concubine Lan, who was in the rear, suddenly changed her face and shouted sharply.

The middle-aged eunuch and the short and fat palace maid standing on both sides shot at the same time, blocking in front of Zao Wou-Ki in the midst of lightning and flint.

Bang!

The middle-aged eunuch blocked the punch of the four princes and took a step back, and his already pale face was even more colorless. The short and fat palace maid shot like lightning, connected the dots on the four princes, and captured him.

"Mother, why do you want to stop me!" the fourth prince's face was distorted, and he roared loudly at Concubine Lan.

"Shut up, it's not your turn to call the shots here. Third child, let's go, this matter is over. Hongu guarantees that Kira will not trouble you again. Concubine Lan's face was strange, and she even said with some fear.

Zao Wou-Ki looked puzzled, Concubine Lan's transformation was so sudden, so sudden that he felt inexplicable. But he wasn't stupid and knew that this was a good opportunity for him to get out. Although Zao Wou-Ki is tough, he is not a reckless man, and he knows when to bow his head.

"Farewell!"

Zao Wou-Ki turned around coolly, his eyes swept over the four princes, and he smiled contemptuously.

"Ahh

"That's enough, aren't you ashamed enough! This is what the old ancestor meant, do you want to die?" Concubine Lan's face became more and more gloomy, and at the same time she raised her head and subconsciously looked around, with a hint of panic in her eyes that could not be concealed.

"Mother concubine, how could the ancestor interfere with such a thing!" the four princes were extremely aggrieved.

"Could it be that this palace will still lie to you, okay, this matter will end here, without the order of this palace, don't leave the dormitory for a month. Chunzhu, send the four princes back to the palace. Concubine Lan instructed the short and fat palace maid. At the same time, looking at Zao Wou-ki's upright back, his expression was extremely complicated.

Zao Wou-Ki walked out of Lantai Garden with a depressed face, and walked towards his small hall with some staggering steps. The palace has never been a place where secrets cannot be hidden. The matter of the third prince crippling the fourth prince and making a big fuss about Lantai Yuan spread throughout the palace almost instantly, and the eunuchs and palace maids along the way saw Zhao Wuji's arrogant figure and consciously retreated. Especially those eunuchs and palace maids who had intersections with Zao Wou-Ki were even more surprised, for fear that Zao Wou-Ki would make trouble for them. It is simply unbelievable that the weak third prince would do such a thing.

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"Your Highness, this is the gold sore medicine I got from the Tai Hospital, and the Tai Doctor said that your injury will scar tomorrow, and it will be normal in three days. Zao Wou-Ki was lying on the bed, his tattered clothes had already faded, and Yao Ji sat on one side and gently medicated him.

Zao Wou-Ki was a little uncomfortable, although Yao Ji was still just a little girl, he was still very embarrassed to take off his pants in front of a woman. For Zao Wou-ki, although the injury on his buttocks was severe, it didn't cost him his life, the only thing that made him depressed was that this part was too embarrassing, and it was inconvenient for him to heal his injuries. In order to recover his injuries and have the power to protect himself in the dangerous palace, Zao Wou-Ki could only accept Yao Ji's kindness to rub medicine for him.

A trace of cool medicinal power covered the wound with Yao Ji's weak and boneless little hands. Although it hurt a little, Zao Wou-Ki still wanted to moan comfortably.

"Little girl, how did you enter the palace?" Zhao Wuji asked with some curiosity, although he didn't know how to recruit the palace maids of the Tang Imperial Palace, but as far as he saw the palace maids on his trip to Lantai Garden, they were all over sixteen years old, and there was no one like Yao Ji who was twelve or thirteen years old.

"I don't know, I've been in the palace since I can remember, and it was Granny Yao who brought me up. When my mother-in-law died, I asked me to take care of His Highness's daily life. The little girl said, remembering the sadness, and her big eyes were red.

"Ahem, I'm sorry!" Zao Wou-Ki was a little embarrassed, but he didn't expect that a sentence would almost make the little girl cry.

"Your Highness, Granny Yao used to be His Highness's nursing mother, speaking of which, we still grew up eating the same milk. "A little girl of twelve or thirteen years old has a detached temperament, and sadness comes and goes quickly.

"Huh?" Zao Wou-Ki was stunned for a moment, and the image of a middle-aged woman came to mind. The middle-aged woman looks ordinary, but her face is full of love. Zao Wou-Ki tried hard to recall, and apart from such a memory, there was no trace of Granny Yao in his mind.

"Hey, is Granny Yao okay?" Zao asked in a deep voice.

"My mother-in-law passed away three years ago! At that time, Her Highness was in the upper hall, and my mother-in-law wouldn't let me sue you. I'm afraid of getting you in trouble. Yaoji's face became even sadder.

Wentang is a private school specializing in teaching cultural knowledge to the children of the royal family, but the Tang royal family emphasizes martial arts and light literature, and most of the princes and princesses choose to go to Wutang, and the third prince Li Lin chose to go to Wentang because he was afraid of being bullied by other princes. In this world where martial arts are respected, non-stop martial arts even literati have no future. Most of the civil and military officials of the Tang Dynasty have a good martial arts practice. It is precisely because the third prince does not practice martial arts that he is not valued by other imperial concubines, and he can survive in the palace full of dangers.

"Granny Yao has gone, how do you live?" Zhao Wouji only felt that the softest place in his heart was touched, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch Yao Ji's head.

"I was doing chores in the imperial dining room, and the chefs in the imperial dining room were very nice and handed me a lot of things. His Royal Highness's food is also made by Yao Ji herself. A gentle smile appeared on Yaoji's face.

"What did you do?, doesn't the Imperial Dining Room serve the food of this prince?" Not only does he not have a status, but he can't even enjoy the treatment he deserves.

"This ...... The chefs in the imperial dining room are busy, so ......" The little girl wanted to talk and stopped.

"Did someone say something?" Zao Wou-ki's face darkened.

"The eldest prince once commanded, and the second prince also asked. The little girl thought about it, but still said truthfully.

"The eldest prince, the second prince!" Zhao Wouji's face became more and more ugly. Plus the four princes. The prince of the Tang Dynasty, he has already offended three.

"Temple...... Now, isn't the food cooked by Yao Ji delicious?" asked Yao Ji with a worried expression.

Zhao Wou-Ki looked at Yao Ji's pitiful appearance, and felt even more worried.

"No, you're making a good meal, better than those imperial chefs. ”

"Will Your Highness always eat the food I cook?" the little girl asked expectantly.

"Of course, as long as Yao Ji is willing to cook for me, I will be willing to eat your cooking for the rest of my life!" Zao Wou-Ki said with a smile. Yao Ji was the first person he saw when he came to this world, and Yao Ji's well-behaved and considerate always reminded him of his sister Zhao Yanran in his previous life. A desire to protect unconsciously rose in my heart. This is also the reason why Zao Wou-Ki insisted on letting Yao Ji leave first when the four princes were looking for trouble. And after the conversation just now, the relationship between the two has gone further, and there is a faint feeling of family.

Seeing Yao Ji leave, the gentleness on Zao Wouji's face gradually turned cold!

"Starting today, Zao Wou-Ki, an international mercenary in his previous life, is dead. Only Li Lin, the third prince of the Tang Dynasty who is fighting for his fate, is left!"

The difficult situation made him completely give up the entanglement of his previous life and devote himself to this unknown new world.

Sitting cross-legged and enduring the pinprick-like pain in his buttocks, Zao Wou-Ki began to operate the Innate One Qi Technique. A stream of pure yang qi circulates in the body, constantly repairing the dark wounds in the body.

In the deepest part of the Tang Dynasty Palace is a forbidden area, the palace buildings here are far from the magnificence of the periphery, all the halls are very simple, there is a kind of simple charm. In the center of this quaint palace complex is a five-storey stone tower. Although the stone tower is not high, there are many buildings in the palace that exceed its height, but the ancient meaning of the sky above it is not comparable to other palace buildings.

On the fifth floor of the stone tower is a small room, very simple in furnishings, but with eight windows, from which you can see almost the entire palace. In the middle of the small room was a blue futon, on which sat an old man with a white beard. The old man's posture is no longer upright, and there are a lot of wrinkles on his face. But the eyes that opened and closed from time to time were still shining, and the surrounding space seemed to tremble with the opening and closing of the old man's eyes.

The old man's lips moved slightly, and a middle-aged man in a red dragon robe entered through the entrance of the lower stone tower.

"Old Ancestor!" the middle-aged man bowed and saluted the old man.

"Long Sheng, you go do something now! Give this "Martial Arts Cultivation Foundation" to Li Lin's child. The will is good, he is a good seedling, if he doesn't learn it, he will miss it!" The old man took out an old martial arts classic out of thin air and handed it to the middle-aged man. It is not surprising that middle-aged people seem to be accustomed to such things.

The middle-aged man respectfully took the "Martial Arts Cultivation Foundation" in the old man's hand, and opened it to take a look, but there was surprise on his face that could not be concealed.

The foundation of martial arts cultivation is not a profound martial arts secret book, on the contrary, it is an introductory book that all martial arts practitioners know. In martial arts texts, it belongs to the foundation of the basics. The reason why middle-aged people are surprised is because there are a lot of comments written densely in this classic, which is different from ordinary introductory classics at first glance. This contains a lot of the old man's own cultivation insights, and these insights make this most basic classic become extremely precious all of a sudden.

"Ancestor......" the middle-aged man said.

"I know what you mean, it's not a big deal, you can transcribe a point. However, your martial arts have reached the innate bottleneck now, and the things recorded in it are too superficial, I'm afraid they won't be useful!" the old man said with a smile.

The middle-aged man smiled awkwardly and said, "Thank you, Ancestor." ”

The middle-aged man retreated, and the old man smiled towards the small hall where the third prince was, and closed his eyes to comprehend his martial arts avenue.

For the old man, the third prince was an interesting person he saw in his leisure time for cultivation, and he didn't take it too seriously. But the old man didn't know that his casual actions completely changed the situation and fate of the three princes, and also completely changed the fate of the Tang royal family.

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