Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

This sudden idea made Beitang He surprised and happy. He held the core cake in his hand and walked up and down the smooth floor, muttering to himself, appearing to be very worried.

He was surprised because he had never thought that Meng Zhao would take the initiative to show kindness to him, or even cooperate and form an alliance with him.

The reason is very simple. He treated Meng Zhao so hard that day at the royal banquet that he almost made it impossible for him to get off the stage, and even risked his reputation being ruined. The other party didn't fall out on the spot, and he was already calm and determined.

The subsequent development was as he expected. Meng Zhao actually opposed him in everything, obviously because of his anger.

Not to mention that after that, Meng Zhao became the person recommended by the large and small forces in Lingwu City to compete with him for the military power of the Yangwu Army, which made him toss and turn and find it difficult to feel at ease.

Such a relationship, if he were in Meng Zhao's perspective and status, he would never take the initiative to repair it.

Few young and energetic people like this can tolerate retreating. Their personalities are strong-blooded, brave and fearless.

But now it seems that he underestimated the world-famous Beimeng Dragon King. He can endure things that others cannot. He is definitely a ruthless character, not in terms of martial arts, but in terms of his forbearance and decisiveness.

In his true heart, Beitang He wanted to promote a harmonious relationship between them, but if it really happened, then he would turn his head and deal with it. The one who deceived him was the royal family of Yujing City. The matter was very important, and he still had to deal with it. Don’t dare to make your own private decision.

Thinking of this, Beitang He no longer hesitated and put the broken core cake back into the gift box. After a little modification, he took the box and hurried to the pavilion where Beitang Ang was.

Although the heavy snow had stopped at this time, the weather was still extremely cold. The cold wind howled and blew on people's faces, causing pain like a knife cutting them. Even though Beitang He had profound internal energy, he still felt very uncomfortable.

When they arrived outside the pavilion, they saw several powerful and resolute guards from the palace wearing heavy armor and iron helmets standing like statues on both sides, closely guarding the inside and outside, and there were streams of snow-white water mist when they breathed. Going out creates a different scene on this midwinter day.

Their faces, due to being eroded by wind and snow for a long time, have become extremely rough and bright red, and the palms holding weapons also have a lot of chilblains, dead sores, and calluses.

This is a group of loyal guards who have been protecting the royal family since their ancestors. They are called the Ouchi Death Soldiers. They have been trained from generation to generation and are people who can really risk their lives to protect the royal family.

Such a warrior can be said to be mighty, but unfortunately, the smell of delicious food and the wild laughter coming from the pavilion broke the cold atmosphere and tone created by the dead warrior Ouchi, making Beitang He lament.

His father is really a model of lack of ambition, and he is also synonymous with alcoholism and lust.

I have been afraid of hardship when practicing martial arts since I was young. I am not interested in writing, which means I am not good at writing or martial arts. In the royal family, apart from the blood shed on my body, I have basically no value.

What he likes most in life is fine wine, delicious food, and beautiful women. That is to say, he was born in the royal family. If his family background was a little more ordinary, he would be a prodigal, a completely ignorant and incompetent person.

Fortunately, although this father is absurd, he is not tyrannical, and is very tolerant and kind to others, which is quite acceptable.

For example, after coming to Lingwu City, power was decentralized, and most of the affairs inside and outside the government were handled by Beitang He, the prince, which shows his character.

Beitang He sometimes also thought about whether his father, if he had a little more power, could be able to secure a wealthy and densely populated place, and he would not have to suffer from the evil spirit of this ghost place.

And he might also be able to gain the attention of the elders of the royal family and become truly important.

Unfortunately, there are no what-ifs in the world, and these thoughts will always be the thoughts in his own heart.

Filial piety comes first, and all parents in the world are good parents. If Beitang He dares to complain about anything and does not allow the world to criticize him, the old guys in the royal family will skin him.

Returning to reality and suppressing all the distracting thoughts, Beitanghe sighed and stepped forward to say a few words to the leading warrior. He then saw the warrior step back and shake a thin rope on the front eaves of the pavilion. The string trembled, and there was a pleasant and crisp sound of bells.

Beitangang, who was having fun, yelled after a while,

"If anything happens, come in and tell me!"

Beitanghe sighed, shook his head, bowed his hands to these dead men, then opened the door and walked into the pavilion.

I saw brightly lit candles inside, luxurious decorations, gold and silver utensils everywhere, dazzling pearls and jade...

Beitanghe did not go up, but came to a large chair made of gold and sat down nearby.

Close your eyes and rest your mind, think about the problem, and wait quietly for Beitang to come down.

He knows his father best, but he knows what the other person is doing up there.

There were more filthy places inside, so he didn't want to go up, so he just waited here.

After a while, Beitang Angcai walked down wearing a pair of very avant-garde shorts, bare chest and back, with the blush on his face still lingering, and a choking smell of alcohol instantly filled the space on this floor. It shows how much he drank.

As he walked, he was still cursing, which was very unpleasant.

Seeing Beitang He sitting on the big golden chair, Beitang became so angry that he walked over angrily, grabbed Beitang He, kicked him symbolically, and said angrily,

"You bastard, if you don't rest in your room at night, why are you here with me?"

No wonder he was so angry. He had just been having fun with a few beauties and was in the middle of the fun when he was interrupted.

Although the people below just shook the bell and didn't say a word.

But he knew very well that in the entire Yanping County Prince's Palace, no one except his own son dared to disturb his good deeds.

He also valued his son, so no matter how reluctant he was, he could only restrain himself, put on his pants, and run over to see what kind of plane this boy was doing.

Unexpectedly, this kid pretended to be serious, which made him angry and scolded him.

Then, he walked naturally to the big golden chair. After a while, he felt a little uncomfortable, so he got up and walked to another chair covered with thick leather, and his face calmed down.

Beitang He didn't get angry, he just looked at Beitang Ang's slightly sunken and dark eyes, as well as a few strands of white hair on his temples, and advised,

"Father, my dear, you should restrain yourself. Such excessive drinking and sex is really harmful to your health."

I have said these words countless times. If I could hear them, I would have listened to them long ago. Why would I wait until now?

Beitang waved his hand and scolded Fang Qiu more, which was completely different from his behavior at the night banquet. He said disdainfully,

"What do I do for you to tell me?

If you are not happy, what is the point of living?

On the contrary, you disturb me by disturbing my mood. I have something to say and something to say, so I don’t have that much time to talk nonsense with you. "