The little king pushed his brother away, his eyes were a little lifeless, and he said: "My father wants me to become a monk in the White Horse Temple, and you will arrest me back, why don't you keep sending me my life!" ”

Zhu Ju's expression instantly became vicious, and he asked, "Are you afraid that if I get out of your grasp, I won't be able to deal with it!" My good big brother, the future Ioh Chitose! If you want to imprison me, you might as well kill me! ”

Zhu Pan looked at his younger brother with sad eyes, and said bitterly: "I have no intention of attacking the lord, the throne can be given to you, go back with me." ”

Zhu Ju took a step back abruptly and shouted, "If you say let, let it!" My father already hates me to death, and I still want the king, and sooner or later I will lose my life. ”

The little county king laughed hysterically: "Yes! If you don't like the throne, your father won't embarrass you. This throne of King Yi will sooner or later be handed over to that Bastard of Tatar life! ”

Hearing his words insult Concubine Chen, an uncontrollable anger rose in Zhu Pan's heart, and he glared at his younger brother angrily.

The little county king was a little weak by him, and his mouth was still unforgiving, and he said with strong words: "By the way, you like her!" The woman who likes her father, your stepmother, hahaha"

Zhu Pan's face became ugly, his fists were clenched, and his metacarpophalangeal joints were pale. looked at Zhu Ju and Wu Che, who was sitting not far away, and a trace of killing intent arose in his heart.

The little prince and the prince are siblings, so they naturally noticed his thoughts, and said with a cold smile: "If you want to kill people, do you remember how the mother died?" ”

Zhu Pan's anger suddenly came to naught, and he remembered that his mother was indeed depressed because King Yi favored Chen Xiuyun, and died of depression after a serious illness. Unexpectedly, Zhu Ju has always hated Concubine Chen because of this.

The prince looked at the little county king, and said astringently: "You go with this master, go back to Yongning to do your own thing, don't be willful, don't be used by the court to do right with your father, and settle down to divide some feudal domains into the country." ”

Zhu Pan thought to himself that it was better than asking his second brother to become a monk at a young age. ”

Zhu Ju stared at his elder brother, and when he saw that the eldest brother really intended to let him go, he nodded, stood up and took two steps towards Wu Che, and suddenly turned around and said to the prince: "We took away the general map of our father's eight passes. ”

Zhu Pan's expression remained unchanged, and he sighed: "Let it go, if my father is afraid and no longer raises troops, even if these things fall into the hands of the court, they will be useless." ”

As soon as the little county king walked to Wu Che's side, he heard a burst of shouting, and saw the figure of Erdao who couldn't see his face clearly from a distance, and rushed here like a lightning speed, and there were two people chasing after him.

A few figures approached in an instant, in front of them was Xue An and Zhibei, the two of them jumped into the air like a big bird, Wang He and Lu Yunpeng joined forces behind them, and followed tightly.

Seeing that the two were chasing closely, Zhi Bei threw out a "Demon King Kong Sword" with his backhand, and roared to break through the air to attack the enemy, and the short sword flying in a straight line successfully blocked the route pursued by King Lu and the others.

By the time the two masters flashed their sword weapons sideways, they were already ten zhang away from the two monks. Yuki-an was already approaching Goche, who was sitting on the ground.

"The prince keeps them." Eunuch Wang shouted from behind.

Zhu Pan smiled bitterly, bent his hand, and was as fast as lightning, attacking the Zen master of Xue'an who jumped over, and shook the Shaolin master hard.

Xue'an waved a soft rope in the air, and struck Zhu Pan's veins with a whistling sound, and the prince twisted his wrist, turned his hand and grabbed the rope tip, and easily attacked an internal force along the rope body to attack the Xue'an monk.

Xue'an let go of the soft rope, and pounced on the castration unchanged, with one right palm from far to near, "Whew!" The seal was on Zhu Pan's chest.

Shizi immediately slapped a palm to fight, two palms and a pair, and Xue'an found that this young man was actually empty, and the strength of the attack was ridiculously weak.

The old monk had no time to think, he didn't want to hurt people in his heart, and he took back his strength to thirty percent, bang! Zhu Pan spurted blood from his mouth, flew back two steps, and fell straight down.

Seeing this, Lu Wang and the others were in a hurry, and they were about to rush over, but King Kong Zhibei turned around and blocked the way of the two, and the three of them were fighting in one place, and it was difficult to solve for a while.

Xue'an took the opportunity to grab the soft rope that fell to the ground and threw it! entangled Zhu Ju, who was standing stupidly five steps away, and pulled him in front of him.

Holding the little king, the Zen master looked at Zhu Pan, who fell to the ground, and always felt that this young man had lost strangely.

Wu Che, who was sitting on the ground, spit out blood in his mouth, slowly stood up, and saw Xue An staring at Zhu Pan, Wu Che sighed and said, "He is the descendant of Dayun Guangming Temple." ”

It was just a hard battle, although he was injured when he knocked down the stone pillar, and the opponent who could beat the Shaolin Prison to such a serious injury was also rare in his life.

Xue An said in surprise: "No wonder this son was defeated, it turned out to be the Seven Holy Dafa of Zoroastrianism, and the old monk was really eye-opening." He shouted at Zhibei, who was fighting endlessly: "Hurry up." One hand picked up Wu Che, and the other grabbed the robe belt around Zhu Ju's waist. With a wave of his sleeves, he jumped onto the roof of the side hall in front of him.

The rise of Zhibei Zhengdou, he put away the sword momentum stupidly, jumped out of the circle, and ran towards the snow hermitage.

Lu Yunpeng and Wang He were too busy checking Shizi's injuries to chase after him. hurriedly rushed over to look at Zhu Pan who had fallen to the ground.

The three monks at the top of the hall lifted their spirits and lightened their bodies, jumped a few feet away, crossed the ridge through the room, and entered the realm of no one. The armor guards below shouted in amazement, there was nothing they could do with these masters.

Wang He rushed to Zhu Pan's side, and saw him lying on the snow with a pale face, without a sound, and stretched out his hand to probe the son's snort worriedly, but he was out of breath! Eunuch Wang was stunned for a moment.

Seeing this, the master of the Lu Bureau came over and pressed his hand on Zhu Pan's chest, put it on his heart for a while, and felt that he only jumped faintly after about ten breaths. If you don't pay attention, it's hard to notice, but you know in your heart that "it's the ...... of the Seven Holy Laws"

He stood up and said, "It's not a big deal. ”

Lu Yunpeng was well-informed, and at first sight, he recognized this Zoroastrian secret method, the famous deception technique of asking the saints to descend to the gods, and the biggest use was to hold his breath and pretend to be dead, and the magician fell to the ground for a moment, like a corpse. Wait until you ask the "god" to come up, and then slowly recover. Pretend to communicate with the underworld and deceive believers.

Zhu Pan was all over his body, except for some abrasions on his appearance, he couldn't be better, he was fine at all.

When the prince clawed on Xue'an, he calculated this step and closed his breath with the dark luck exercise. used this to drag the two Lu Wang, creating an opportunity for Zhu Ju to escape.

It took a long time for Zhu Pan to open his eyes, stood up and pretended to look at the eunuch Wang and the master of the Lu Bureau beside him blankly, seeing Lu Yunpeng's expression, the prince of the world is not good to pretend to be stupid again, waved his sleeves and brushed the dust on his body, and said with a flat expression: "I didn't protect the second brother well, I went to ask my father for guilt." ”

When the prince saw the scarred prince, there was a trace of throbbing on his gloomy face, and Zhu Zhanlong opened his mouth to speak, but unexpectedly there was another violent cough. Zhu Pan hurriedly stepped forward to support his father and sent a true power to dredge the bloodline of King Yi.

Wang Ye was only affected by the residual strength of the three masters of Fang Cai Xue'an, and his injuries were very light, and he was almost healed by Wang Fu'er. The internal force of the prince was sent over, and Zhu Zhanlong's face immediately turned rosy.

The prince broke free from the support of the prince and ordered: "The monk can't be allowed to escape." Light a beacon fire, inform all the guards in Luoyang, and transfer it to a state of emergency. ”

The beacon fire ordered, King Yi ordered that the entire Luoyang would be closed within an hour, and tens of thousands of elite soldiers would embrace the city wall.

Zhu Zhanlong returned to the dormitory, sat alone in the stepping bed, sighed tiredly, and rubbed his temples that were a little painful. Without any sleep, he got up and dressed again, and shouted: "Come on, go and call Meng Yishan over." ”

The prince sat and waited in Minglun Hall for a long time, but he didn't see the shadow of Meng Yishan. I was very anxious to send someone to ask, but the result was that Lao Meng had not returned to the inspection department last night. The harmful prince thought that Meng Yishan had harmed the Shaolin monk, and he was worried a lot about him.

The next day, the sun was rising, and Lao Meng was late, and as soon as he entered the palace and arrived at the inner study, he saw King Yi glaring at him angrily, and Zhu Zhanlong's face was very bad.

Meng Yishan said in his heart that the prince was very scary like this. Lao Meng hurriedly confessed: "I didn't know that those dog thieves set fire to the city last night, and many houses were burned. I took someone to the prefect's yamen to help Master Li put out the fire. I'm afraid that there will be a mistake. ”

"After a busy night, I returned to the yamen to know that the prince was summoned, and it was too late, don't be surprised."

Lao Meng was loyal to his duties, and at the same time rubbed his waist pole that he and Gu Zhensheng stayed in Huayue Tower last night, making a little sore.

Zhu Zhanlong's face turned slightly pale, and he beckoned, "Sit down." ”

Lao Meng honestly pulled over a chair, sat opposite the prince, and said: "When I came, there were a lot of palace guards walking around on the street, and the investigation was very strict, what happened?"

The prince looked at him and said, "The Shaolin monk actually sneaked in to assassinate this king. They escaped and are now being searched. ”

Meng Yishan got up and asked: "Shaolin Temple is really a bald man with an umbrella, lawless!" The prince might as well hand it over to me Lao Meng to dispose of, not to mention the Dharma Lower Courtyard, even if he led someone to bulldoze the mountain gate of Shaolin, it was more than enough. ”

The prince shook his head, didn't trust him very much, and said, "This doesn't matter in advance, they can't run." ”

Zhu Zhanlong said to Meng Yishan Zhengse: "I called you here to discuss with you about changing salt and taking leads." Wang Ye thought for a while: "I want to make 3,000 pieces of salt in the Lianghuai and Shandong salt fields." ”

Lao Meng opened his mouth wide, frightened by the number said by the prince, and said in surprise: "Damn, one lead is more than 300 catties, 3,000 catties of salt, then there must be 900,000 catties of salt." ”

Zhu Zhanlong explained: "After the winter, the soldiers under my command lacked food. As long as there is a salt guide, we can let the merchants send grain to our Luoyang army, and exchange the amount of grain for salt to guide them, which can solve the worry of lack of grain. ”

Old Meng Xinxiao is not enough food in the army? Liu Licai lost 10,000 taels to Lao Tzu, and he was fat. I'm afraid that the money has made these military rats eat it. ”

Meng Yishan immediately got up and bowed, and sang a fat song: "The prince loves the people and the soldiers like a son!" Lao Meng, I have nothing to say, I am willing to donate 8,000 taels to help the army! ”