8.30 in the morning, 2.30 at noon, 2.30 at noon, 7.30 at 7.30 in the evening.

"Hehe, I'm just telling the truth. The fourth brother thought it was a Miao theory, so the younger brother didn't say anything. Zhao Kui sneered and walked to his desk.

Soon, Emperor Zhao Zhennan came over, and the luncheon began.

After only a few dishes, Zhao Deyang was a little impatient and said, "Father, the army of Chu is going east and invades the territory of my Zhao State." On the occasion of the ministers who are all in command of the expedition, naturally, they want to perform to help the fun, and increase the momentum of my big Zhao. ”

"Well, the emperor's idea is good, it's right!" Zhao Zhennan nodded slightly.

"Second brother, how to perform?" asked the fourth Zhao Qinghe.

"The commander of the war is important, but the soldiers are also important. Otherwise, how can a weak soldier win a battle?" Zhao Deyang touched his beard and pretended to be superior.

"Father, this seems to be what others say, 'it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice', isn't it?" Zhao Xingchen deliberately pretended to be excited and asked.

"Hahaha, you see, my son Xingchen also understands this, okay!" Zhao Zhennan touched his beard, glanced at the ministers, nodded and smiled.

"Your Majesty! Tiger Father has no dogs!" said Zhao Shi, the Protector of the Kingdom, with a smile.

"Yes, yes, yes, the analogy of the Eighth Prince is easy to understand, and the subordinates will understand it as soon as they hear it. Mighty Marquis Li Chang nodded and praised.

"The Eighth Prince is usually low-key, but if he doesn't make a noise, he is a blockbuster!" Tang Qizhong, the head of the household, opened his face exaggeratedly, and he looked amazed. It seems that Zhao Xingchen suddenly turned from a fool to a genius.

"Your Majesty's son, of course, extraordinary. If you don't fly, it's just a sky!" said Prince Xiao Zhao Yude with a heroic face.

......

"Hehe, the eighth brother is about to 'soar into the sky', and I am very comforted to be the second brother.

So, everyone, why don't I perform some kung fu with the eighth brother to make fun of the ministers?"

Zhao Deyang's face turned green, he originally wanted to show it, but he didn't expect to be robbed of the limelight by Zhao Xingchen, a half-fool.

"Okay!"

Sun Hong's iron-clad follower immediately clapped his hands in response, and suddenly, the courtiers and generals of Zhao Deyang's family followed suit.

"Since it's a comparison, it's better to dance the sword. Isn't it happy to be happy when the sword light and sword shadow are beautiful until the middle point?" the sixth prince, Zhao Kui, proposed.

"Bring the sword!" This hit Zhao Deyang's arms, he immediately stretched out his hand, and the doorman immediately handed over the sword inlaid with two cat stones.

Choke!

The sword was unsheathed, and in a buzzing sound, a piece of snow pierced people's eyes.

"Good sword!" General Zhao Zhen couldn't help but praise.

"This sword seems to be 'Taifeng', right?" Wei Zhong, the chief eunuch, took a sip of wine and touched his chin.

"It's still Wei Gonggong's knowledge. Zhao Deyang suddenly looked stunned.

"Deyang, the Thai wind is too sharp, you have to handle it properly when dancing the sword, and you have to point it to the end. Zhao Guoqiang reminded.

"Hahaha, father, fight with the eighth brother, and the sons don't use swords at all. Zhao Deyang arrogantly threw the sword away and flew back into Wei Ting's hand.

"Second brother, you don't use a sword, and I don't need it. Zhao Xingchen said.

"You are just nonsense! Eighth brother! It's not that the second brother looks down on you, you have no power to dance the most you can do.

So, you boldly use all your strength to greet me.

If you don't do your best, eighth brother, you just look down on your second brother and me. ”

Zhao Deyang's chest was straight, and he looked like a sect teacher.

"The sword doesn't open his eyes, and my brother has just practiced a few hand styles, what if I hurt my second brother?" Zhao Xingchen hurriedly shook his head and said.

"Hahaha, eighth brother, if you can hurt me today, the second brother will give you five shops as a reward. "Zhao Deyang seems to be a nouveau riche, not bad for money.

"Second brother, I don't want the pavement, can I change it to 30 medium-grade Xuanqi Pills?" Zhao Xingchen asked with an ignorant expression.

"Eighth Prince, 30 medium-grade Xuanqi Pills are 10,000 taels of silver, which can be exchanged for more than a dozen shops. Liu Mingfang, the director of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, stroked his beard and said.

"That's too much, just give 10. Zhao Xingchen touched his head, looking embarrassed.

"As long as the eighth brother can hurt me, 50 medium-grade Xuanqi Pills will be sent to Shuifu in the evening, and not one of them will be missing you. Zhao Deyang's face was magnificent, he didn't even pose a move, and stood with his hands in the open space in the center of the hall.

The head was still slightly looking up at the dome, a contempt for the sky.

"I'm here, second brother!" Zhao Xingchen took the sword from Qin Shi's hand and rushed over.

Zhao Deyang waited for him to rush closer before making a move, and punched him in the nose.

If this is hit, Zhao Xingchen will definitely have a bloody face.

Because, Zhao Deyang is much stronger than him, and it is said that he has stepped into the Great Innate Realm.

However, Zhao Xingchen seemed to rush too quickly and threw himself to the ground.

When Zhao Deyang saw it, he laughed and immediately stopped his hand and stood upright, his waist was still straight, ready to be 'worshipped' by the little brother first, and then step on him with his legs. When the time comes, how much wind will there be?

Although Guan Xiaoqu's 'Immortal Peach Picking Hand' was grabbed or picked by hand, Zhao Xingchen suddenly replaced his hand with a sword and rolled on the spot, Zhao Deyang looked at it and raised his leg to step on it.

It's a pity that it was late, the 'peach' was not picked, but Zhao Xingchen strangled a sword towards Zhao Deyang's thigh.

Suddenly, the robes and trousers were torn, and blood flowed down his thighs.

Zhao Deyang was furious, flew up and kicked Zhao Xingchen hard.

This kick was too fast, Zhao Xingchen couldn't flash at all, he destroyed his qi and did his work, and was ready to use the golden bell jar to make a hard connection.

However, Qin Shi suddenly jumped out and blocked this kick for his master with his body.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, Qin Shi rolled and flew out. It seems that Qin Shi is not stupid, with his current ability, he can completely hurt Zhao Deyang, but it will not end well.

"Father, the second brother is bleeding, hurry up and bandage it. Seeing that Zhao Deyang was angry and was about to make a ruthless move towards Qin Shi, Zhao Xingchen hurriedly shouted.

"Okay, Deyang retreat, bandage it first. Zhao Zhennan spoke.

Zhao Deyang was so angry that he almost vomited blood, but he didn't dare to resist the order, so he could only retreat, and immediately took out the medicine himself and sprinkled it on the wound for a simple treatment.

found that Zhao Xingchen strangled a two-finger-long bloody wound, and glared at Zhao Xingchen viciously and said, "Old eight, your sword is good, and you are well prepared." Father, you see, where is the eighth brother stupid, this scheming is frightening. ”

"I ......" Zhao Xingchen pretended to be scared, and deliberately glanced at Zhao Kui, the sixth prince.

"It's like a mosquito sword. This look naturally attracted the attention of others, Sun Hong's eyes were sharp, and he said immediately.

"Eighth brother, is it a mosquito sword?" Zhao Deyang asked when he heard this, glaring at Zhao Xingchen fiercely.

"I ...... I don't know. Zhao Xinghe pretended to be confused and replied.

"Take it. Zhao Deyang looked fierce and snatched it hard.

"Sure enough, it's a mosquito sword. Zhao Deyang stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the sword, turned his head to look at Zhao Kui and said, "Sixth, what's going on?"

"Second brother, eighth brother said that he is learning to practice swords, and he has taken a fancy to my mosquito sword. So, I borrowed him for a few days. Zhao Kui opened his eyes and stared at Zhao Xingchen after talking nonsense, "Is this the eighth brother?"

"Didn't Zhao Mu in your house say that he gave it to me? Why did it become borrowed again? Sixth brother, you don't know how to speak and don't count, right?" Zhao Xingchen said angrily.

"Since the eighth brother likes it, I'll give it to you. However, the next time you meet the second brother, you have to be careful not to hurt anyone. Zhao Kui said deliberately, stimulating Zhao Deyang.