Slag Shou Cultivating Manual

Heron's five senses were completely lost, and it didn't take long before he realized that he could use his body. As soon as he opened his eyes, a teenager's face came into view.

His facial features had been widened, and he could see a glorious edge, but his face was still round and green, his brow was full of pride, and the glimmer in the dark eyes was extremely clear.

Heron glanced at him, and then looked around subconsciously. The perennial palace life made him see at a glance that this must be somewhere in the deep palace.

Exquisite furnishings can be seen everywhere, and there are also elegant palaces not far away. The antique buildings are similar to his world, and he stunned that he was still in the original world.

"Hey, Your Highness speaks to you. How do you nerd look elsewhere?"

The dissatisfaction of the boy pulled his thoughts back, and Heron looked carefully at the boy in front of him.

He was dressed in a narrow-sleeved brocade, with a golden smear on his eyebrows, and a pattern of dragons crawling under the skirt. It was conceivable that his identity was not ordinary nobility, and his eyes on him were high and aggressive.

Looking at myself, I was wearing a plain-colored cross-neck blue gown, a fine-quality satin, and a folding fan in my hand seemed to be a literati, and my status should not be low.

Seeing that Heron's eyes finally returned to him, the boy raised an eyebrow, "Isn't Your Highness right?"

Just now? Heron lifted his eyes blankly, and then pieces of memory emerged. He got a clue and spoke naturally. "This is the way the ancestors passed down the monarchy."

The young man seemed to be accustomed to these remarks, and Mei Yu dismissed him with a sneer, "In short, the prince is unbelieving and hypocritical."

Seeing that he was still in the pose of a child, Heron was so old-fashioned that he felt funny. Although it was not clear what they said, he also followed the boy and bent his mouth and replied: "If you don't believe it, don't believe it, you can be ashamed."

The boy slowly set his eyes on him, and stared at him with a rounded eye. He was originally doing it against him intentionally, but he was so angry that he could make smoke and smoke, so as to satisfy the sense of rebellion in his heart, but never thought The old-fashioned Taifu will give an unusual answer, making him punch like a punch on cotton, without any pleasure.

He gritted his teeth, squinted his eyes at him, and made a provocative gesture, waiting for his response, wondering whether he might be short of breath or panic.

But he did not expect Heron to come back so peacefully, without fear of him, with a slight smile on his face, such as the warm water that was warmed by the bright sun in the lotus pond in summer, and he did not know how beautiful it was.

The young man breathed in his throat and coughed several times, his cheeks turning red.

The cessation of the conversation allowed more memories to flow back. Herron had a general impression of the boy in front of him. He learned that his name was Zhen Xunyang, the ninth prince in the Holy Age, and he had just turned twelve.

And his name in this world is He Lang, but it is almost the same as his original name.

The niece next to her did not speak, so she whispered to Zhen Zhenyang and persuaded, "His Royal Highness, please spare Taifu, please don't bother him anymore. Lady Lin will call you for a meal later." This sentence is a step to let him step down.

In fact Zhen Zhenyang was already angry. Since Xiao Yan said so, he snorted angrily, and returned to her with an innocent appearance: "No, tell your mother-in-law, my Highness is having dinner with him tonight. . "Zhen Xunyang pointed at him casually.

The daughter-in-law was surprised by his words, but still responded, obeying Zhen Yang's orders, and went back to Lin Fei.

He Lang did not look at Zhen Yunyang at all, knowing that he didn't really want to eat with himself, so he thought he was just an excuse he talked about. When the niece left, he said goodbye to him, not wanting to be He stopped.

"Why do you walk in such a hurry? Your Highness said that she had a meal with you."

Heron had just arrived in this world, his mind was chaotic, and he was trying to sort out his thoughts. However, he did not expect that the prince who had always disliked him suddenly approached him. He had to bow down and refused. I am afraid that they are not eligible to eat with the prince. "

Although Zhen Xunyang was rejected, he was quite satisfied with his remarks, and only muttered a bit, feeling quite compassionate.

"Tai Fu is a good official, and is barely qualified to share the table with His Royal Highness. Besides, the next words of this Royal Highly Unsuccessful, or are you reluctant to have a meal with me?" At the back, the teenager glanced coldly. He seemed to be threatening.

Sure enough, Heron was a little embarrassed and nodded hesitantly after pondering for a while.

Zhen Xunyang bent the corners of his mouth, exposing half a tiger's teeth, and there was a subtle and naive smile like a child under his eyes. For some reason, Taifu suddenly didn't annoy him. Get tangled up to see how he looks distressed for himself.

Herron originally thought that the dinner was in the palace, and he simply dealt with it as an entertainment. Unexpectedly, Zhen Xunyang was going to eat in his house.

"Tai Fu's house is shabby, compared to the palace, for fear of inadequate hospitality." Heron once again refused.

Zhen Xingyang refused to enter the oil and salt, but when Helang refused, he got more excited, and asked with great concern, "How? Is there a few officials who have a good reputation? Is it good to change the reflection of His Royal Highness and the Father?

"..." Heron stared at him, and the teenager looked back with a smile.

"You have the honor of being a minister." Heron said with a faint recollection in his head, and Zhen Zhenyang's nickname in the palace was the assassin ...

Sure enough, the little devil wanted to come to his house, but when he entered the main door, he looked around with curiosity and curiosity, turned and asked him, "Is there really such a small courtyard in the world?"

Heron looked at the beautifully decorated buildings and the spacious and refined garden courtyard, and finally gained a new insight into the prince's favorability.

Hearing that the nine emperor was driving, the kitchen in the house was quickly preparing high-quality ingredients for cooking, and there were more than a dozen maids in charge of the waiters, who were waiting around him to wait for him.

Although Zhen Xunyang showed disgusting meaning, he could see that his mood was not bad. Maybe he could be chaotic in another house to be so happy.

The meal wasn't ready, and Heron had to take him around.

"Why is your mansion so shabby?" The teenager stepped into the main hall by himself, watching, and pushed down a few chairs, pushed the pure tea set on the table to the ground, and the surrounding maidservants looked anxiously, and quickly came to pack .

Heron looked at him helplessly, knowing that he could not be stopped, and maybe he would be displeased, so he did not step forward, calmly looked at the mess, and changed his face: "You like it."

Didn't blame him? Zhen Xingyang made a sinful move with a deeper smile. He turned smartly and sat upright with his legs tilted on the armrest. He tore the paintings on the wall and threw them on the ground. Your Highness rewards you better. "

"Um ..." Heron hesitated hesitantly. "Then thank His Highness for the reward first."

Isn't this stubborn old antique always the most rigid and upright? How is it so different today and so irritating? Zhen Liyang smiled slightly, tired of the empty main hall, and proposed to visit another place, "Go to your bedroom."

Heron had already made plans to destroy the bedroom. He didn't expect the little devil to be merciless. When he entered his bedroom, he didn't smash himself into something that was not pleasing to the eye, but looked around curiously, even his room. The corner of the table and the tea cup should be seen clearly and carefully.

"Is this where you sleep ..." Zhen Puyang said, a little lighter.

The layout here is simple but not simple. The desk is full of ink treasures and a row of brushes of different thicknesses. It is full of strong literati flavor, but he is like him.

Zhen Xunyang lost interest and took a stool to sit down. The room was full of the unique atmosphere of him, like the smell of bamboo leaves, clear, and bitter with a bit of vegetation. He couldn't help taking a deep breath, giving him a refreshing feeling.

Maybe it's too quiet here, and a quiet literary atmosphere is too heavy. He was not as rude as he was in the main hall, and he didn't do too much except to flip through his books.

Zhen Yanyang wanted to tease him, and painted his ink painting on the table, but he held the pen and dipped a bit of ink, and under Heron's silent gaze, somehow he couldn't get it, thinking that he never had this. Those who had retreated, had to resent the pen.

"His Highness is hungry, is Taifu's food so slow?"

Heron called the niece to urge the kitchen, but did not know what happened to the little devil, and he started to use his instructions. Obviously he just wanted to paint his own painting, but he didn't stop it.

During the meal, Heron noticed that Zhen Liyang was very picky, and he did n’t even like the meat dishes. The kitchen in the house did n’t know his taste. It meant, but when he saw the meat he didn't like, he pushed it into the distance immediately.

"Don't eat?" Heron couldn't help asking. Although he was also a prince in his previous life, his life was not comparable to him, and he was never used to such waste.

Zhen Liyang shook his head decisively.

Heron lifted his eyes and scanned Zhen Liyang's body, revealing a trace of sympathy or regret, and said softly, "No wonder ..." The figure was so slender.

It stands to reason that Zhen Xunyang is the most favored prince. The degree of eating and wearing must be the best, but it doesn't look very strong, and it is even a little thin.

"You!" Zhen Yunyang gave his chopsticks a hand, and he cast such a glance, thinking he was laughing at him, and gave him an anxious look.

I was about to ridicule that he was not a good literati, but found that Tai Fu was indeed a slender figure with a height of eight feet. Although he was not as tall and strong as a man, he was definitely not thin. He indignantly squeezed a few mouthfuls of vegetables and stuffed them into his mouth, thinking that he had a large number of adults, and did not care about this poor scholar.

But there was still an idea slowly forming in his mind: someday he would be born taller than Tai Fu ... see if he dare to laugh at him so much.

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