Slag Shou Cultivating Manual

In fact, Helang didn't mean to be so indifferent to Zhen Puyang, but the domineering, coercive, and wanting to control his breath that he revealed just now made him very displeased.

Besides, his requirements for the two are fundamentally different.

He hoped that Zhen Puyang could achieve great things, fulfill the requirements in the brochure to rule the world, and even become a wise emperor through the ages, and his name will go down in history.

And Zhen Puren is just a variable in his life in this world that does not appear in his plan. He only needs to fulfill the responsibility assigned to him by the emperor and educate him to be an excellent gentleman.

So Zhen Puyang won Zhen Puren in this mere martial arts test, he didn't feel that there was anything that made him happy, because it was supposed to be like this.

But look at the other side of the seat, everyone who is close to Zhen Puyang is panicked, he should go to comfort him first.

There was nothing exciting about the next martial arts test, so Helang touched his hair, and said to him, "Go back, it's hot, I have prepared cold cakes for Your Highness."

Zhen Puyang's eyes brightened slightly, he curled his lips, and left with him in a muffled voice.

When he reached the house, he suddenly stopped and called out to Helang faintly.

"Sir, I hurt."

Helang looked at him questioningly, and Zhen Puyang opened his clothes generously to show him.

Sure enough, a purple bruise was very conspicuous on the delicate and jade-like skin.

It's time to find someone to help him apply the medicine, Helang thought worriedly.

But when he looked up, Zhen Puyang couldn't tell whether it was a look of grievance or expectation, so he understood it, and immediately took the ointment consciously, and let him lie on the bedside.

Zhen Puyang was satisfied, stretched his limbs like a lazy dog, ignored what he said about the head of the bed, and fell directly on his knees.

"Does it really hurt?"

Seeing that he was screaming loudly, Helang asked with a frown, and the movements of his hands were much lighter.

Enjoying his touch, Zhen Puyang was about to snort comfortably, but he was misunderstood as crying out for pain, so he still said decisively, "Of course, that bastard—that kid, looks very weak, but he can strike hard , and punch hard when you get the chance."

Helang smiled slightly, how can there be no reason not to fight back on the martial arts stage?

"You don't strike lightly. You punched and kicked, and the minister was shocked."

These words made Zhen Puyang displeased, he turned over with anger in his eyes.

"Sir, do you still feel distressed?"

Of course Helang didn't dare to say yes, he quickly shook his head, and the little devil's face softened a little, and he instructed him to continue rubbing the bruise on his back as if asking for compensation.

"feel better now?"

Hearing Helang's light kiss, Zhen Puyang still lazily leaned on him and refused to get up, squinting his eyes in a sleepy posture, and said: "It hurts, but more."

Want more?It took half an hour for this to happen, and seeing that he was making progress, Helang said leisurely: "I remember that Ren'er didn't strike so hard—"

"Couldn't you be more patient with me... Expose me for what?" Zhen Puyang curled his lips, no longer trying to hide it, and reluctantly got up from him.

"Is it possible for the minister not to know what His Highness thinks?"

"Tsk." There was a trace of sarcasm on Zhen Puyang's mouth, he didn't think so, in short, many things he thought might not be known to Mr.

For example, he hates his address, what His Royal Highness and ministers are, and he doesn't seem so alienated when he talks to other people.

He raised his eyes and said, "Sir, the twelfth imperial brother is called Ren'er."

Helang nodded and asked him if there was anything wrong with his eyes.

Zhen Puyang looked a little annoyed, and stomped his feet, "But sir, he called me His Highness."

Helang nodded knowingly, this is because Zhen Puyang used to call himself His Highness before, and even he himself felt that he was superior, so how could he call him by his nickname affectionately.

But now, he finally settled the position between the two of them, Helang touched his head in compromise, and blurted out, "Yang'er, don't make trouble."

"Well, Yang'er is not making trouble." Zhen Puyang burst into a smug smile after receiving this title, and responded happily.

Although he wanted to mock the childishness of this nickname a little, but he was very happy to hear it.

Pushing the nose and putting on the face has always been Zhen Puyang's specialty, just as Helang compromised a bit, he continued to speak with a sour breath: "Mr. is holding the emperor's hand to write."

Helang explained calmly: "Your Highness writes beautifully, and you don't need to hold it to write."

For the sake of his boasting, Zhen Puyang gave up on this matter for the time being, as if he wanted to pour out all the dissatisfaction and injustice in his heart, and asked him for a reason, talking non-stop.

"Now, my husband reads more books to him than I do."

The emperor's younger brother who provoked him to be shameless, held a book every day, and came to ask questions with excuses.

"Now he reads orthodox classics, one volume is as heavy as gilded bricks and tiles, do you want to read such books?" Helang smiled helplessly.

Zhen Puyang turned around angrily, and stood with his hands behind his back. He also knew that he had always been cautious. Even if he didn't like it, he didn't want others to get it.

Seeing that he was still awkward and refused to look at him, Helang comforted him, "You are special."

I don't know how long it took before the proud prince turned his head slightly, pursed the smile on the corner of his mouth, and gently rubbed his hand.

After less than half a month, it is estimated that the injuries from the martial arts test of the two young people are almost healed, so they started a new toss, intrigue, and never stopped.

Helang didn't bother to pay attention to these things, he played with Guatu every day, read some books, and went to live his own relaxed life, turning a blind eye to them.

Zhen Puren was relieved, he should have been bullied by Zhen Puyang a lot, but he still didn't mention a word, just asked him to go to the study and asked him to review the articles for himself.

Although he is only young, he is thoughtful and considerate.

Because of the noisy chirping insects in summer, he specially prepared a partition for Helang with a screen, and lit pleasant incense inside, making him very comfortable while reading the article.

While he was concentrating on reading, there were rustling noises outside.

It's just that the lingering incense mist seems to have the function of making people mentally fatigued. Helang yawned lightly, raised his eyelids and glanced outside the screen, and the figures floated. Maybe the teenagers started bickering again, but he didn't plan on trivial matters. It doesn't matter.

Zhen Puren, who was outside the screen, glanced at the huge screen on the left without showing any emotion, and then met Zhen Puyang, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and then he responded to what he said just now.

"The emperor dare not, the emperor knows that his aptitude is low, and his background is not as noble as the emperor's brother, that's why the gentleman loves the emperor so much and cares about him everywhere, the emperor is very grateful—"

He spoke slowly, every word and every word seemed to show off that the Taifu wanted to favor him more.

In the end, Zhen Puren's usually peaceful face showed a hint of malice, and he suddenly said softly: "Brother Huang, do you think you want to monopolize your master's mind, does no one know?"

Zhen Puyang's pupils shrank slightly, and he opened his eyes in disbelief.

He was domineering by nature, and in his bones, he displayed the dignity and pride of the royal family to the fullest. How could he tolerate his words.

Especially the thoughts deep in his heart that he hadn't noticed yet, being exposed so directly by another person, made him even more annoyed, blurted out, and knocked him to the ground by the way.

"Shut up, you bastard! Mister is also a filthy person like you who can get close?! Wishful thinking!"

Zhen Puren was still calm after being scolded, he got up calmly, straightened his clothes, lowered his head to hide his expression, the other party's reaction was within his expectation, and it just happened to let him succeed.

Sure enough, his imperial brother was impetuous and couldn't hold his breath at all. Just one sentence made his ambition invisible, and he was so stimulated that he tore off his noble and reserved appearance.

Seeing that Zhen Puren didn't speak, and was insulted by him, there was still a hint of excitement, Zhen Puyang only felt weird.At the same time, he caught a glimpse of a figure floating behind the screen from the corner of his eye, and he was in a bad mood.

It was impossible for Helang not to hear such a big movement, and it was impossible to ignore it when the two really had a conflict.

A corner of his clothes floated out, and with imperceptible sullenness on his face, he came out to take a look at the two of them, and then kept his eyes on Zhen Puyang.

Zhen Puyang subconsciously wanted to explain, but he couldn't open his mouth. He looked at the seemingly innocent emperor brother, and he didn't explain a word. His expression changed from his calmness just now, he bit his lip hard, his face was pale, his whole body trembled slightly, and he carefully Cast eyes on Mr.

He was burning with anger when he saw it, and instantly understood the trick he was playing. Although he was usually eloquent, now he was opening and closing his lips to the husband, unable to utter a word.

Because the stimulation brought by Mr.'s indifferent gaze in his eyes was so strong that his mind suddenly went blank. What did he want to explain?Will his explanation be believed?

"It seems you have nothing to say."

Helang, who could not wait for any explanation from him, retracted his gaze, sighed, squeezed his sleeves tightly, turned around, and stopped looking at him, for fear that he would not bear to punish him looking at those eyes full of astonishment. He half points.

"The Ninth Prince, please reflect on your rudeness. Go to the courtyard outside the dormitory and face the wall to think for two hours. No one else is allowed to come near."

Zhen Puyang was pampered to the position of more than ten thousand people, but when the tiger was tamed a little more docile by him, the real ruler had already given him the chains to trap the tiger.

The emperor gave Helang the right to dispose of Zhen Puyang, which represented his greatest trust. Helang never thought that he would have such a day against Zhen Puyang, but he felt that this punishment was necessary.

Recently, His Royal Highness has been in an impetuous state of mind like never before. Not to mention the emperor who made things difficult for him, his attitude towards him has become more and more violent, which brought him an uncomfortable sense of restraint, and this feeling is the relationship between them. The relationship should not appear.

Although the servants were afraid of His Highness, logically speaking, the Taifu had the right to discipline him, so they had no choice but to approach cautiously and ask him to go out.

Zhen Puyang remained silent, looking at his husband's back, but he didn't see any sign of him turning back. He only felt that the strength in his whole body was being pulled out from the bone marrow little by little.

He lowered his eyes and scolded Zhen Puren who was beside him: "The villain will succeed!" Immediately, with a hint of anger, he couldn't tell whether it was grievance or anger, he shook his sleeves, turned and left.

Zhen Puyang can go to his father to sue as usual. Although he really insulted his younger brother, his father always loves him, so he will not really punish him.

But for some reason, he really came to the wall of the outer courtyard in desperation, and stood there for an hour.He thought bitterly that it was because he was afraid that the husband would be really angry that he would compromise like this.

But he couldn't figure it out, that person was so indiscriminate, and he did this to him for the sake of an outsider.

At the same time, he couldn't figure out why he hated him so much just now, but still listened to him.

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