Slag Shou Cultivating Manual

Although Zhen Yanren said that he only knew a few words, it was obviously his pride.

In an occasional essay study, Heron was pleasantly surprised to find that he was young, but the essay was well written, frustrated, and naturally smooth.

What's more, in Zhen Zhenren's words, he expressed his concern and compassion for the people's livelihood.

Look at Zhen Xiyang's article again, it is not bad, literary brilliant, full of talent.

It just conveyed the same meaning as his own, with a bit of unreasonable overbearingness, saying that foreigners dare to commit crimes, they were all beaten back, and they also occupied their territory.

This was almost like a domineering bandit leader, Heron smiled helplessly. If this really became an emperor, how could such an impulse be good?

He summoned Zhen Zhenyang, put Zhen Zhenren's article on the table, let him read it, asked him how he thought, and see if he could get some other inspiration from it.

Although these are two different ways, in his eyes there is no distinction between right and wrong, but Helang still wants them to learn from each other.

Unexpectedly Zhen Zhenyang seemed to be wrong with him. He pulled up the paper on the desk and read it. Without a closer look, he scoffed at his article dismissively: "Women!"

I saw that Zhen Huanren's composition paper was wrinkled in different sizes by his rude movements.

Heron was startled, immediately took it back, pressed the paper over the case and smoothed it again and again.

But Herren's careful movement completely annoyed Zhen Xieyang.

Since the essay test, Zhen Xunyang has enjoyed the sweetness and feels that reading is fun.

He was also willing to enjoy the praises of many people because of reading, so he spent a lot of thought on his learning, and thought that the literary pen of the literary emperor would throw a few Chang'an streets.

"Sir, would you like to praise him for writing better than His Royal Highness ?!" Zhen Xiuyang is stronger, facing this situation, how angry.

Heron patted him, his eyes were not disturbed, and to be honest, "His Highness wrote well, but there is less sympathy for the people that the monarch should have."

Zhen Xunyang glanced at him, "I think the monarch should rule, not pity."

OK, this kid is so stubborn, Heron rubs his forehead.

"Mr--"

A call came from outside the door. He heard his voice before anyone saw it. Then, the door was pushed open. It turned out that Zhen Huanren had come to Helang.

At a glance, he was carefully holding a scroll of paintings in his arms, and you could see that it was matched with a delicate scroll ribbon, as if it was a gift.

This is the same person ... Zhen Xunyang sneered, upset, and didn't want to see the pictures of the two of them getting along, and left the door.

"You are slow, slow, talk!"

The two looked at each other, but knowing that the positive son of Zhen Yan was so, they ignored each other tacitly.

On the desk was Zhen Yanren's article, so Zhen Yanren could see at a glance.

At the same time, he also keenly noticed the obvious rubbing marks on the paper, and a little flash of loss flashed in his eyes, somehow.

Heron followed his gaze and was very embarrassed, but he didn't want the two children to avenge him, explaining that he accidentally wrinkled.

Zhen Huanren shook his head generously, showing a relieved smile, indicating that he didn't care. He was his husband. If he felt that the writing was not good, it would be reasonable to tear it off, and he didn't need to explain to him.

Heron nodded, and without knowing how to speak, he touched the well-behaved child's head.

Zhen Huanren looked down and felt Heron's touch, and her heart was soft.

However, he can remember that his brother Nine Emperor also came here just now, and most of his articles were made by him.

Today Zhen Zhenyang's little temper is fairly light, and in the days to come, Heron has a headache.

When Zhen Yanren endorsed the book, Zhen Yang started turning the book, and in particular he pushed hard, and the pages rang.

As long as Zhen Xunren hesitated, or thought about the shackles, Zhen Xunyang pouted and said sarcastically, "His Highness will also memorize."

As long as he takes classes with Zhen Huanren, he always does n’t listen, but he has a bright mind and almost never forgets, so he even disdains him. What is the use of listening seriously?

Heron raised an eyebrow. "Will that show your highness?"

Zhen Leiyang didn't stand up, she leaned on the soft mat, leaned her head, and recited:

"The way of being a man is to retire and take it as a treasure. You do n’t know how to do things yourself, you know how to be clumsy and clever, and you do n’t have to worry about things, you know how to bless and blame. Hold on to the deed; if things have increased, then follow the rules. If the deeds are combined, the rewards and punishments are born— "

"His Royal Highness is really smart." Knowing that Zhen Xunyang loved him, if he wasn't relieved, he would have to suffer uncomfortably, Heron deliberately let him recite it, and exaggerated, but in his heart he could not help but let his highness I want to maintain a stable attitude, but at this time will still be like a competitive child.

A word of praise is not enough to satisfy Zhen Yunyang. He narrows his eyes. Is this sir? Think he's like coaxing a child who needs praise?

He noticed his unwillingness, and while reflecting on his unwillingness, he wanted to belittle the emperor even more, so that the gentleman felt that he could not help the wall, so don't pay attention to him in the future.

Soon, there was an opportunity.

The prince asked to be able to write and martial arts. He said that before the literary test, there was actually a martial art test.

It is only that the martial arts test has an age limit. Generally, princes over ten years old will use this to learn from each other and all will be voluntary.

Just like every child who wants to show himself, Zhen Yunyang is anxious to prove to Heron that he is the best one.

Therefore, when he learned that the martial arts test was coming, he immediately wrote a battle book to Zhen Huanren, with an indifferent tone, with the usual irony.

"Compare with your Highness, do you dare?"

Heron looked at them indifferently, but did not worry. Ren Er's temperament is quiet, and she will never follow Yan Zhenyang's trouble.

But I didn't expect that Wen Zhibin's Zhen Yanren took a look at Heron, and he even responded.

Both sides voluntarily discussed with each other, and Heron rubbed his forehead with a headache, and His Highness began to be naughty again.

But fortunately, everyone is afraid of hurting the brotherhood. Generally, it is until the point is reached. Although His Royal Highness looks reckless, many master guards on the competition stage should not be heavy.

It's just that although Zhen Xunyang looks like a child, it is indeed a material for martial arts, not to mention whether Zhen Xunren can win him ...

Even if he can, can he really dare to win?

The little bully is held up and down in the palace. Even if he does not show up, other idlers will come to trouble, anyway, there will be no good fruit to eat.

Zhen Yiyang has been skinning since she was a child, and she can't hold on to anything for three minutes, including studying, and she still loves to learn.

Zhen Zhenren's mother and concubine died of dystocia. She had congenital deficiency and was weak. Even after adjustment, she was still not as strong as the average male.

Apart from their physiques, the two are also very different from each other in training, and there seems to be no doubt about the results of the competition.

There was no time to start, and Zhen Huanren was losing ground. Zhen Yang's offensive was strong and his moves were fierce.

Zhen Xunren suffered the attack unilaterally, and rarely had a chance to fight back. The last punch hit his chest, and soon he won the match with a stroke.

In enthusiastic applause, Zhen Yunyang flew up, jumped lightly off the stage, dashed away from the crowd outside, and fell straight in front of him.

The romantic presence that came with him swayed Heron steadily, and was stabilized by his strong arms.

He hesitated slightly, His Royal Highness had already looked like a young man, tall and sturdy, and could capture his body with one hand.

However, at this time he was like a child, showing a childish smile, sticking in front of him, showing off, even the noble self-proclaimed useless.

"Sir, I won."

Heron gave a hum and didn't give much response.

Zhen Yunyang would win in his expectations, but he did not quite understand why Zhen Yunren would take up his challenge, a game that must be lost, and why should he start.

He looked at Zhen Yanren, who was lying on the ground, and a close **** came up to help him, but he declined.

Even though he would become even more embarrassed when he stood up, he still slowly supported his body with both hands, clenched his teeth and kneeled on the ground.

Looking along Heron's line of sight, Zhen Xiyang's joy was dilute in an instant, and almost instantly, the strings that controlled his mind were about to break.

Why look at that **** again! What's so good about him! Why not just look at yourself? !!

Obviously he has already paid so much attention. Everyone holds him to respect him. Why does he turn a blind eye, because he is not good enough, so he is not taken into account?

How can he do his best? Is it his only wish to do that position?

Zhen Xunyang was so desperate that he could not vent his breath, squeezed his fist, and held Herron's wrist helplessly.

It was just that his strength was too strong, Heron's wrist made a crisp sound and almost broke.

This made Heron very hurt, took a cool breath, frowned tightly, and gave him a rather unhappy glance.

Zhen Xunyang woke up like a dream, looked at his hand in surprise, and then immediately released.

"Sir, me, I have no intention ..."

"Sit back to your seat, the other princes are not finished." Heron interrupted him, trying to keep himself as peaceful as possible, but it was not a good experience to be chopped by someone, and his tone was not much better .

Only then was he complacent, and the majestic Prince Nine finally calmed his face and pulled back to the seat with his shoulders.

In the end, even if his brother, whom he had always hated, was searched for teeth by the brothers of the four emperors, he was not happy for half.

I was beaten a few times by Zhen Huanren just now. I don't know if the bruises have fallen. Later, I need to let him look carefully for him.

But when will the sir come to coax him back?

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