First Lady of the Crown Prince

Chapter 780: Strength deceives people (first update)

 The child's kick may seem weak, but it would be a different matter if the child is a small child.

 This is Xiao Jingkong who has been practicing basic skills in the temple since he was a child, and recently started practicing martial arts.

His kick is so powerful!

Concubine Han felt that her instep was hit by a small weight, and she let out a painful cry in her throat: "Ouch--"

Immediately, her center of gravity lost its balance and she fell backwards, falling awkwardly on the muddy path.

The mud splashed, and Xiao Jingkong pulled the little princess and jumped aside!

 In the end, the mud only splashed on Concubine Han’s face.

Concubine Han was stunned.

Given her age, she never expected that she could fall down like this, in front of all the servants.

She became so angry that she felt excruciating pain on the instep and ankle of her right foot. Her well-maintained face wrinkled into a ball, and she could no longer maintain her previous noble calmness.

 The palace attendants on the side were frightened.

Xu Gao stepped forward hurriedly: "Mother, mother! Are you okay?"

The two little cubs stared at her blankly, not understanding what was going on.

Although the touch of stones is different from the touch of feet, how can children be so sensitive in this regard?

 Out of the complete situation of small clearance: "Well, why did this old lady fall?"

Concubine Han was about to be helped up, but the old woman's voice made her explode with anger, and she fell down again.

she! Grandma? !

 Little kid, do you have any sharp eyesight anymore?

Concubine Han was a first-class beauty when she was young. Even though she is old, she pays special attention to maintenance and looks less than fifty. She is an elegant beauty with age.

Xiao Jingkong tilted his little head and looked at Concubine Han. He didn't quite understand the adults' concerns about the title. After all, his master was twenty-seven or eight years old and already called himself an old man.

In addition, my aunt has no appearance or age anxiety at home. She is not even satisfied with her current seniority and wishes she could be called "ancestor".

 So the old lady from Xiaojingkong is definitely very humble.

Concubine Han’s mouth was so angry that she was so angry.

 When the atmosphere at the scene was extremely solemn, the monarch came here with Zhang Dequan.

 He came to see the little princess.

The little girl didn't bother to go to the Imperial Master's Palace today. He was quite surprised at first. Did the little girl change her temper or was she tired of playing with her friend? Then he heard that she had brought her friend back to the palace.

This little girl has also learned to bring people home.

 But he couldn't say anything.

 Because after Zhang Dequan's reminder, he remembered that he had indeed told the little girl that if he had friends in the future, he could bring them back to the palace to play with.

 The king came to the scene and saw the chaos here. Concubine Han looked like she was in trouble. The two little cubs seemed to be frightened by her.

 “What happened?” he asked in a deep voice.

 “Your Majesty!” Concubine Han and her entourage hurriedly bowed to salute the monarch.

Concubine Han did not bother to tidy up her appearance and said to the monarch: "Your Majesty, it's nothing serious. It's the child just now..."

 Accidentally stepped on my concubine.

Before she could finish her words, the little princess rushed over and hugged the monarch's thigh. She turned to look at Concubine Han and said, "The concubine fell down and it hurt her. I'm so scared!"

"What are you afraid of?" The monarch couldn't laugh or cry, "Why are you so timid and still running out every day?"

 Xiao Jingkong came over and greeted politely: "Hello, Uncle Xiaoxue."

 He already knew the identity of the little princess, and also knew that her uncle was the king of Dayan.

But his family never instilled in him the concept of the dignity of imperial power and civilians, and neither did the Emperor Zhao nor Qin Chuyu.

 Let's just make friends.

The monarch's eyes fell on the little guy's immature face. If the calmness he showed before when he didn't know his identity was normal, but now that he knew that he was the monarch of Dayan, he could still be so fearless and calm.

Is this little guy stupid and doesn't understand what imperial power is, or is he naturally unafraid after understanding it?

The king suddenly thought of the Xuanyuan family and what Xuanyuan Li had said.

 He asked Xuanyuan Li, what are you pursuing in this life.

He originally thought that Xuanyuan Li would answer, be loyal to Dayan, assist His Majesty, or revitalize the Xuanyuan family and make the Xuanyuan family become the first family in Dayan in the hands of Xuanyuan Li.

Unexpectedly, he didn't guess any of them.

Xuanyuan Li stood under the bright sky and said solemnly: "Establish a heart for the heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the people, carry forward the unique knowledge for the saints, and create peace for all generations!"

 It is good for a person to establish his mind for the heaven and earth, to establish his destiny for the people, to carry on his unique learning for the saints, and to create peace for all generations!

 Having lived half his life, he had never heard such shocking words.

At that moment, he felt that as the king of a country, his mind was actually narrow-minded.

"Uncle, uncle! Why don't you speak? Jingkong greets you!" The little princess hung on his lap and grabbed the tassel of the jade pendant around his waist.

 Only the young princess is so courageous.

Ming Junwang was also caught in this way when he was a child, and the result was tragic. The king's face darkened at that time.

The king came to his senses and gently took away the little princess's hand: "Don't catch this."

 “Okay.” The little princess retracted her little hand obediently.

The king no longer thought about the past. Under the eager gaze of his little niece, he greeted Jingkong with dignity and asked, "Why are you treading water?"

 “It’s fun!” said the little princess.

The daughter's family should be like a daughter's family... Just when the monarch was about to say this, he thought that Shangguan Yan was more naughty than the little princess when she was a child. After all, the little princess was just stepping in puddles, while Shangguan Yan was jumping into mud puddles.

 She was not allowed to dance in the palace, so she went to Xuanyuan's house to dance.

Thinking of Shangguan Yan, the monarch's expression became a little more complicated.

 Now that the king is here, the game of treading on puddles can no longer continue.

"Concubine, please return to the palace." The monarch said to Concubine Han.

Concubine Han smiled softly and said, "It's raining. Your Majesty, why don't you bring the princess and her classmates to sit in my concubine's palace? I'll have someone prepare dinner, including the crispy meat that the princess likes to eat."

The monarch looked at the little princess, who shook her head and said, "I don't want to go to the imperial concubine."

 The king brought the two little cubs back to his bedroom.

Concubine Han Guifei was so angry that her feet hurt even more when she saw that the monarch had not cared about her at all!

Xiao Jingkong spent a pleasant evening in the palace. He stepped into puddles in the palace and ate the royal meal - although he could only eat vegetarian dishes, it tasted very good.

It was getting late, and the monarch called Zhang Dequan over: "Go to the captain's palace and ask Wang Xu to **** Qingkong back to the palace of the imperial master."

The emperor's eldest grandson loved the child very much and kept him as a companion in the Imperial Master's Hall.

 A dying grandson, the monarch is extremely tolerant.

As long as he does not commit murder or arson, the king can do whatever he wants.

Wang Xu has a friendship with the emperor's eldest grandson, and asking him to send Qingkong back can be regarded as a disguised form of allowing the emperor's eldest grandson to see more of his former friends in the last days of his life.

Unfortunately, Wang Xu is not here, he has gone out to do something.

 “Then you can deliver it yourself.” The king said.

"Yes." Zhang Dequan took two great masters and sent Xiao Jingkong back to the Imperial Master's Palace.

Xiao Jingkong hugged his book bag and said, "Okay, I can just go in by myself. Goodbye, Eunuch Zhang!"

 Zhang Dequan said: "I will send you in."

 Xiao Jingkong waved his hand: "No need! I know the way!"

 He has walked from the door to Qilin Hall many times!

 There is no rain now.

Xiao Jingkong jumped out of the carriage with his book bag in his arms and ran towards Qilin Hall.

 “Slow down—”

 Zhang Dequan couldn't catch up even if he wanted to.

 How did the little guy slip away so fast?

Xu Jingkong wanted to be cute, so of course he ran faster. He ran forward in a hurry, without noticing a person coming in front of him.

 But just when he was about to collide, he suddenly became alert, holding his book bag and ducking to the side, and passed by the man.

However, his wrestling ability suddenly took effect, and he fell forward with an ouch.

The man suddenly turned around, grabbed hold of Xiao Jingkong with his slender jade hands, and lifted Xiao Qingkong up.

 The book bag in Xiao Jingkong's arms fell down.

His eyes are sharp and his hands are quick, and his little toes are hooking and grabbing.

 He grabbed the book bag that almost fell into the puddle and took it back into his arms.

"Well."

The man let out an exclamation.

 Obviously, he didn't expect the little thing to react so quickly.

"May I have your name?"

he asks.

Xiao Jingkong was still being carried by him, like a small silkworm chrysalis hanging on the tree.

Xiao Jingkong turned to look at him and said, "My name is Jingkong, who are you?"

 He said: "My name is Feng Wuming, and my Taoist name is Qingfeng."

 “What does the Dao name mean?” Xiao Jingkong only knows the Dharma name, but this little brother is very good-looking.

Taoist priest Qingfeng said: "It's also a name."

 Xiao Jingkong said: "Oh, why do you have so many names?"

 Because one of them is a Dao number.

Taoist Master Qingfeng had no experience in dealing with children and could not explain at all. He simply changed the subject: "Who did you learn your skills from?"

Xiao Jingkong asked: "Are you talking about the skill just now? I created it myself."

  Would you like to learn from others when it comes to wrestling?

 It seems that there is no master.

 In fact, Taoist Master Qingfeng and Xiao Jingkong met once.

It's just that Taoist Master Qingfeng was busy dealing with Chen and didn't pay attention to this little guy, and Xiao Jingkong was only looking at his master and didn't see Taoist Master Qingfeng's movements so fast that only his shadow was left.

Taoist Master Qingfeng felt that this little guy's voice sounded a little familiar.

  But I didn’t remember it for a moment.

Taoist Master Qingfeng said: "I just saved you, how are you going to repay me?"

 Wu Jingkong thought for a while: "Isn't it a big favor?"

Taoist Master Qingfeng: “…”

Taoist Master Qingfeng pointed to his wrist: "But you scratched my clothes."

 Xiao Jingkong looked down and realized that when he went to grab his book bag, he accidentally grabbed his sleeve and tore it.

 He said blankly: "Then... I will compensate you?"

Jiaojiao once said that you should be a little man who has the courage to take responsibility.

Taoist Master Qingfeng said without changing his expression: "These clothes are very expensive. You can't afford to pay for them unless you pay for them yourself."

 He wants to accept this boy as his disciple.

Xiao Jingkong groaned, hugged his book bag, and frowned in embarrassment: "But, but I am already a delicate girl... otherwise, I will compensate you for my master."

On a roof somewhere in Shengdu, a certain monk who was drinking wine sneezed hard -

“Establish a mind for the heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the livelihood of the people, carry on the unique knowledge for the saints, and create peace for all generations.” - Zhang Zai, a great master of the Northern Song Dynasty.

 (End of this chapter)