Zu Fat Man stared intently at the face of the second prince, as if he was afraid of missing some wonderful details. If you really want to talk about it, the joys and sorrows of life always come so quickly, but the emotional changes in them are worth savoring.

As the director of this trick, Zu Fatzi said in his heart: It's a pity that the time is a little tight, so this improvisation is a little rough, which is not in line with our fat master's concept of excellence. Fortunately, the second prince is a good audience, and he is very good at resonating with other people's emotions, otherwise he would really have to play off, although our fat man is free and easy, and he doesn't care about what is shameless or shameless, but it is always embarrassing to be embarrassed in front of everyone.

To the surprise of Zu Fatzi, the second prince was extremely calm at this time, and his face was full of indifference. It was as if the person who was shouting loudly and ugly in front of everyone just now was not him, but another person. If it weren't for the fact that his eyes were still clear, Zu Fat Man would have wondered if this child had been made a fool by his own scourge.

The second prince looked at the fat man in front of him, this day was completely played by him between applause, and all kinds of emotional changes have been walking according to the fat man's script, the pawn on the chessboard just can't return to his hometown, but he has become a puppet in the hands of the fat man. Since the battle in armor, how could he have had such an embarrassing moment, even if he was facing the test of life and death, he had never been so timid. Thinking about it carefully, what was really defeated today was the guilt of these four big-headed soldiers at that time. So after knowing the truth, the second prince was relieved, the gaffe in front of people is not a catharsis of inner emotions, whether it is the father or the brother, he is not sorry for himself, but he always has some boring hopes, which has caused today's situation.

The second prince moved his body slightly, leaned into the ear of the fat man, and said softly: "General Zu, thank you for the trick you have carefully prepared today, it is really an eye-opener for me, this prince only learned today that manipulating people's hearts can be so far." I wonder what you want me to show next? Is it the grief and indignation of not bullying the poor boy? or the helplessness of being helpless, or the hatred that vows to kill you?"

Zu Fatzi did not continue to tease the second prince's mood, at this time, the previous small means that could not be used on the table were no longer worthy of the style of the second prince, he was worthy of being the son-in-law of the first feudal king in the world, and he may still not be as good as his brother, but he was definitely not a person who could be wantonly bullied again.

"Second prince, some means are just for Bojun to smile, and then the fat man has a deal to do with you, I wonder if the second prince can give him a face, and talk about it in the account?"

"Second Master Zu's face naturally has to be taken care of, Second Master Zu, please. The smile of the second prince was like a spring breeze, and he got up and asked the second grandfather to enter the account, even though this place is full of enemy soldiers, but this side of the military tent is his home field.

Sitting in the tent, the second prince took the lead in attacking, "The second grandfather wants to help me defeat my brother and ascend to the throne of King Yan?"

Zu Fatzi arched his hand and replied: "The second prince is smart, I don't know if my fat man has this honor to help the second prince?"

"If you get the help of the second grandfather, this prince is naturally willing, but with the position of the second master, it seems to be supporting me against my brother, so that it is more in your interests to set off the internal friction of my Yanwang Mansion, so how does the second grandfather plan to win my trust?"

"Hahahaha, where is the second prince, what is my hatred and hatred with Yan Wangfu, the fat man has admired Yan Wang for a long time, but he only hates not being able to serve under his command. Your Majesty is in the middle to provoke the confrontation between Liaodong and Shuntian, it is nothing more than a thought of checks and balances, as long as one of you and I falls, the other side will be difficult to survive for a long time, I think the second prince should understand this truth. ”

Zu Fatty's words of touting King Yan can naturally be regarded as exhaust gas for gastrointestinal discomfort, although the second grandfather is just for self-preservation, but the second prince naturally won't believe it. was teased by this fat man, at this time the second prince was very clear in his thinking, self-preservation, and it was true that he had lived in Liaodong for a long time and had a heart of disobedience.

"Second Master Zu's words are reasonable, but I still have doubts, I wonder if you can solve my doubts?"

"If the fat man can do it, he will naturally not hide it. ”

"If you have the heart of contribution, why doesn't the second grandfather go directly to my brother, although my father has praised his second son for how powerful he is in front of people many times, but my brother's status has never changed, I am just a pawn used by my father to beat my brother. ”

Zu Fatzi said in his heart: The second prince is in the bureau, but it is rare to see clearly, but the previous information is not that the second prince is really stupid? Isn't it the fat master's operation that helped him open his mind?

"How can the icing on the cake be as good as the charcoal in the snow? What's more, if you can support the second prince to inherit the throne, won't it seem that my ancestor has superior means?"

"It's a good charcoal in the snow, Mr. Meng will not give up today, if you can get what you expect in the future, you will not forget Mr. 's kindness. The second prince bowed deeply to the fat man, and he accepted the assistance of the fat man. Anyway, it's all intrigue, and if more than one party intervenes, won't there be a few more variables?

The two looked at each other and smiled, quite a bit of a famous general has the meaning of meeting the master, but in fact, they have their own thoughts.

The guests and hosts dispersed happily, since an alliance has been reached, the second prince naturally has to play the role of his hostage, otherwise if this fat man is really exterminated by his father, who can come to mix up the clear water of Yanwangfu, and how can he win the position of the prince in the hands of his brother who has the support of the literati and Confucian scholars.

Shu Tibetan Sword Valley, under the cliff of the burial sword, on the opposite side, is the place where the coffins of the ancestors of the Sword Cave are buried.

A young man found a large tree at random, climbed to the top of the tree, and lay down leisurely on the trunk. With his head facing the sword cave Wanjian, the young man felt a little sleepy inexplicably, closed his eyes, and fell asleep on the trunk of the tree like this.

"Master Huang, I don't know what my junior brother's kendo talent is?" The middle-aged Confucian Wang Longxi and the head of the Tibetan Sword Valley Huang Jiulang sat on the ground on the cliff of the burial sword, and between the two were a table, a pot of wine, two wine bowls, and a small plate of peanuts. Wang Longxi held the wine bowl in his hand, took a sip of wine and asked.

"Kendo talent, so-so is okay. But if you really want to say anything commendable, your temperament is really transparent. Even if he lost the martial arts cultivation he had worked so hard to cultivate, he didn't see how distressed he was. I really admire such a heart. ”

Wang Longxi laughed when he heard this, raised his hand and threw a peanut into his mouth, chewed it twice, and said without any image: "My little junior brother, since I was a child, I have prided myself on comforting me, in other words, I have done a good job in daydreaming." It's just that the loss of martial arts cultivation has no impact on my little junior brother's heart, and according to his ability to bear it, these are just small things. ”

"It's really enviable to be so free and easy, but it's really just a trivial matter to lose your full body cultivation?"

"For the little junior brother, that's it. I watched him change from a drooping child to a gentle boy today, and what he cared about seemed to be different from my generation. He doesn't care much about fame or anything, but he loves money and things very much, a mundane thing that is out of the woods. But being in the world is different from ordinary people, after all, when a few rich sons went shopping when they were young, they would let the maid come back with empty hands and carry things by themselves. Understand people's feelings, know the cold and warm. At that time, he remembered the menstrual affairs of the maids in the teacher's house clearly, and when the pain was unbearable every month, he came to the door to ask for warmth, the elder sister was long, and the younger sister was short, and there were a few maids who could resist such close care. So at that time, there were a few people in the house who didn't care about this bastard boy. ”

"It's going to please girls, and I have to tell the female disciples in the valley not to be deceived by them. ”

Wang Longxi had a smug smile on his face when he heard this, and continued: "The little junior brother has always disliked splendid articles and likes to read history, but he lacks interest in official history, and only likes to find some wild history to read. And every time he reads something anecdote, he shares it with our brothers. It is also strange to say that the little junior brother was just a child at that time, but he could tell a lot of chivalrous stories. ”

"If you are so obsessed with wild history, you will definitely neglect to learn. Then he is under your teacher's door, doesn't he have a name for himself, but he has no reality?"

"No, no, every festive season, the little brother must fill in a poem, and every time the words come out, it will cause a sensation. Moreover, the most interesting thing is that the little junior brother has never admitted that he did a poem for himself so far. The self-proclaimed scholar is quite famous among the scholars and Confucians. For the matter of filling in the words for the festival of the junior and younger brothers, Confucianism has a good reputation for this matter, and the text is copied publicly. ”

"That's a bit of a real skill, and he's a wonderful person. Huang Jiulang brought the wine bowl to his lips, took a sip and said.

"Since this is the case, Longxi is really immoral and incompetent under the teacher, and even if the junior brother is under the teacher, his heart and ability are all top-notch. ”

"Then let's see what's so peculiar about your little junior brother. Huang Jiulang slapped his hands on the ground, and a sword qi seeped into the cliff. If you are a high-level cultivator, you can see the famous swords full of cliffs, all exuding misty brilliance, different colors, different light and shade.

"Master Huang is so courageous, I want to thank my little brother for such a handiwork. Wang Longxi stood up and said to Huang Jiulang with a deep bow. Huang Jiulang didn't speak, accepted Wang Longxi's salute, and looked at the direction where the young man was with a smile.

The boy woke up from his dream, and there was a rusty sword in his arms, the shape of the sword was simple, and the rust was so severe that it seemed to break if he was not careful. Although he didn't know why the sword appeared in his arms, the boy had an inexplicable affinity for the sword, as if it was supposed to appear here.

"I didn't expect that Tai'a was born, folded the nine sword servants, won a sword crown, and the luck of the sword was flowing, isn't it Gongsun or will encounter accidents?" Huang Jiulang took a sip of wine to himself, and sighed that the world is changeable, Gongsun Sword Saint came out of this hidden sword valley and achieved the prestige of the Sword Saint in the White Emperor City, but now he can't escape the fate of prosperity and decline?