Changle Palace, A Palace.

Wei Zifu had never seen Liu Rong so angry.

For a whole day, Liu Rong locked himself in his room, did not eat a mouthful of food, and did not say a word.

Just yesterday, Prime Minister Tao Qing sent back news from Yunzhong County: It was agreed with his relatives.

Once again, the Han exchanged hundreds of millions of dollars for a temporary peace.

The Huns had all left the Great Wall and returned to their tribes.

This time, their harvest was not unimpressive.

Just went around the south, and earned enough for hundreds of thousands of people.

They can survive this cold winter in peace.

The blood and tears of countless Han'er have made Hu'er's laughter.

The Han Dynasty became a fat sheep that the Huns could slaughter at any time.

"Heqin, go to Tamu's Heqin!"

Liu Rong lay on the couch, looking at the gorgeous beams and columns, and spat fragrant fragrance.

Since the crossing, nothing has been able to provoke his emotions so violently.

In the previous life, Heqin was just two bland Chinese characters in history textbooks.

Although Liu Rong felt unhappy, he was just unhappy.

In this life, the Xiongnu entered the Kou, and the Han Dynasty became his personal experience.

What a shame!

That anger, that sadness, that shame, is indescribable.

At this moment, if he could choose, Liu Rong would rather never be the crown prince, and let the Huns pay a heavy price.

Liu Rong secretly made up his mind that he must let the Huns pay for their blood debts.

If the Huns are not destroyed, he will not be a man.

。。。。。。

Liu Rong hadn't eaten for a whole day, so what was going on.

Wei Zifu was in a hurry.

On weekdays, Liu Rong obeys Wei Zifu and loves him very much.

But today, no matter how Wei Zifu persuaded him, Liu Rong just refused to eat.

At this moment, Liu Rong has already escaped from anger.

When a person is angry to a certain extent, it will be like Liu Rong at this moment.

It's not that he doesn't want to eat, it's that he really doesn't have an appetite and can't eat a bite.

It was as if his body had no need for food.

Even though he hadn't eaten all day, his stomach still didn't feel a little hungry.

It's not that he doesn't want to speak, but he really doesn't have the slightest desire to express it.

He felt that his lips weighed a thousand pounds, and it was very laborious to open and close them once.

His state was too bad, and he was simply angry with the Huns.

"Your Highness, just eat a little."

Wei Zifu was crying anxiously, with tears on his face, which was touching.

She was really worried about Liu Rong's body.

Seeing this, Liu Rong sat up, took Wei Zifu's hand, asked her to sit down beside him, and gently wiped away her tears with his hand.

The beautiful woman is crying.

He sighed and walked to the window.

Pushing open the window, the cold air poured in instantly, and Liu Rong shivered involuntarily.

Wei Zifu hurriedly put on a robe for Liu Rong.

I saw that the moonlight outside was cold, shining on the snow, faintly revealing a bit of murderous aura.

The fog rose, as if thousands of troops were killing the Huns.

Seeing this scene, Liu Rong's chest was filled with pride, and he recited aloud:

"Angry hair rushes to the crown, leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiao rain rests. Raise your eyes, look up to the sky and roar, strong and fierce. ”

"Thirty merits, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad. ”

"Jing Kang is ashamed, and it is still snowing. When the courtiers hate, when will they perish. Drive a long car and step through the lack of Helan Mountain. ”

"Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Hun blood. To start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky. ”

Yue Wumu at that time, Liu Rong at this moment.

。。。。。。

Reciting poetry without saying a word, this is Liu Rong's daily life.

Wei Zifu and the others are already surprised.

However, today Liu Rong is too abnormal, completely different from before.

In Wei Zifu's impression, Liu Rong is a naughty, funny, kind, and kind master, well, there are some lusts.

Liu Rong is too approachable.

Sometimes, Wei Zifu even feels that Liu Rong is like his neighbor brother.

Today's Liu Rong seems to have grown up overnight.

He is not angry and self-imposing, exuding the innate blood coercion of the superior.

Even Wei Zifu couldn't help but tremble when he saw him.

It's as if this man was born to conquer the whole world.

Liu Rong finished the poem and slowly closed his eyes.

When I opened it again, it was as if there was a flame burning inside.

Senior brother, ah no, the eldest prince, is back!

He pushed the door open, and several attendants hurried to follow.

Wei Zifu wanted to follow, but was stopped by Liu Rong.

"Your Highness, where are you going?"

Liu Rong replied without replying: "Go find Wei Qing." ”

Yes, at this moment, Liu Rong is extremely eager to see Wei Qing, the nemesis of the Huns.

He even wanted to dig a pit, bury Wei Qing in it, water some water, and apply some fertilizer, so that he could grow up quickly.

Liu Rong silently thought in his heart: "My general, grow up quickly." ”

。。。。。。

As soon as Liu Rong entered the riding house, he saw a person sneakily in the stable, not knowing what he was doing.

When he saw someone coming, the man panicked and ran away.

Looks like nothing good has happened.

Liu Rong waved his hand, and the attendants behind him quickly chased after him.

It would also allow him to run.

The attendants chased after him in three steps and two steps, kicking him to the ground.

Regardless of anything else, let's give two slaps to warn you first: sample, dare to run.

Subsequently, this person was tied into the shape of a zongzi and sent to Liu Rong.

"Here comes the lamp."

Immediately someone put a lamp in front of the man.

Liu Rong looked up and down, and saw that this person was thin and had a delicate face, not like a martial artist, but like a scribe.

"Do you recognize me?" Liu Rong asked.

"I don't know." The man replied.

"Run for what?" Liu Rong asked again.

"No, I didn't run." The man replied again.

Not honest, Liu Rong shook his head, and didn't talk nonsense with him.

The attendants immediately understood, began to punch and kick, and the punishment was over.

Immediately the man wailed.

。。。。。。

"I wonder if this person is stealing or cheating?"

Liu Rong secretly guessed.

The forest is big, and there are all kinds of birds.

There are tens of thousands of people of all kinds in the palace, and there are countless cases of chickens and dogs stealing.

In normal times, Liu Rong didn't bother to care, just let it go as a fart.

But today is different, his mood is really bad.

This person belongs to the muzzle of the gun, and he is considered unlucky.

Liu Rong is using him as a punching bag.

The sound quickly caught the attention of the riders in the house.

They walked out of the house to see what was going on.

Some riders knew Liu Rong, exclaimed, and immediately fell to their knees.

The others hurriedly followed and knelt down: it turned out to be the prince who had arrived.

Liu Rong looked at the dozen or so people in front of him, and there was no Wei Qing among them.

So he grabbed someone casually and asked where Wei Qing was.

Then, he dismissed everyone and walked towards Wei Qing's residence by himself.