After being robbed by the prince of the enemy country

As time passed as Sun Jie's skin color gradually changed, Young Master Sun changed from shelled white eggs to brine tea eggs...

The swelling of Chu Shao's hands finally subsided, but the bruises were still scattered around the scars, and he needed to massage with medicated oil every morning, noon and night to remove the bruises.

During the day, Huaizhen was busy with official duties, and this job was done by Tingxue, a little girl. She only learned the tricks from Murong twice before she mastered the kneading technique, and took good care of Chu Shao's injuries.

In the evening, when Huaizhen returned to the palace, after dinner, he would rub Chu Shao's arm himself.

The medicated oil can invigorate the blood and generate heat, and the hot and dry weather in the late spring is uncomfortable, so Huaizhen took Chu Shao to the small pavilion in the garden, and massaged the wound for Chu Shao while enjoying the coolness in the moonlight.

After the gathering, Chu Shao's life in Suizhou was much more comfortable.

The rumors and rumors about him from the outside world have been completely eradicated, and no one dares to question what unbearable things he has encountered in the old country of Nanqi. If nothing else, who would dare to bully a bandit who can kick a big and three rough with one kick? he?It's not bad if he doesn't bully people! ! !

On that day, he had no intention of planting willows, and he actually made a big splash, and suddenly became the object of admiration of the girls in the city.

Now the people of Suizhou believe that Chu Qingxu and King Yu are a perfect match, and many people have even cut off the idea of ​​competing for the throne of Princess Yu. They know that it is too difficult to surpass Chu Shao, and Sun Jie is the most vigilant lesson.

That night, Huai Zhen lifted Chu Shao's sleeves as usual, and seeing that the bruises on it had almost disappeared, he raised his hand and pressed it lightly. Compared with the pain he was crying out for a few days ago, Chu Shao can no longer face it today. He changed his expression and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

He blinked his eyes twice, and stuffed a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake into his mouth—after the injury healed, he became able to eat and sleep again.

Huaizhen felt relieved, got up and said, "I'm going to get something, you just sit here and don't move around."

Chu Shao watched Jiugu go to the study suspiciously, and stuffed another piece of mung bean cake into his mouth—the cakes in Wangfu are really delicious!

Afraid that he would choke, Ting Xue took the initiative to pour a cup of warm tea and put it by Mr. Chu's hand.

Chu Shao looked around, but Si Yun was nowhere to be seen.

Ting Xue pointed to the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the garden with a smile, and said, "Brother Si Yun climbed the tree again."

Chu Shao looked up the tree, staring carefully for a long time before realizing that dark blue figure, which Si Yunyin couldn't see clearly in the night.

But that day Chu Shao accidentally tripped over the small garden bridge, and before he fell to the ground, he was supported by Si Yun who jumped out from nowhere.

He is extremely skilled, especially in lightness kung fu, he simply comes and goes without a trace.

Huai Zhen said that Si Yun was a soldier who retired from the battlefield, and because of his early injuries, he became mute.

Chu Shao didn't doubt that there was him, but felt that Si Yunge was kind on the outside, and seemed to have seen him long ago, but he didn't know where.

Sensing Chu Shao's gaze, Si Yun raised his hand and waved at the young master, causing Chu Shao to smile faintly.

Sometimes Si Yun is also lucky that he is a mute, because he can't speak, that's why King Yu can so safely arrange him to be close to Chu Shao.

Soon, Huaizhen came out of the study, holding a delicate sleeve arrow in his hand.

He handed the sleeve arrow to Chu Shao. Chu Shao couldn't easily hold an ordinary iron weapon. He thought that this sleeve arrow would be very heavy, but he didn't expect that after Huai Zhen let go, he could hold the sleeve arrow tightly with his bare hands.

"I found a piece of lightweight black iron in Curry, specially made for you."

"Is this... specially for me?" Chu Shao was flattered, picked up the sleeve arrow and looked at it carefully.

The quiver is cylindrical in shape, smooth all over, easy to hold, inside is a plum-shaped opening, and there is a butterfly piece at the end that can be rotated. When in danger, just touch the butterfly piece, and the six hidden arrows will appear. Simultaneously launched in the shape of a plum blossom, killing people within thirty steps is not a problem.

Without Huaizhen's explanation, Chu Shao figured out the mechanical principle of the plum blossom sleeve arrow by himself.

Huai Zhen: "Si Yun's skill is not inferior to the generals around me, but when a person is in danger, it is better to rely on himself than to rely on others. If you have a sleeve to defend yourself, if you encounter Hu Hun in the future, you only need to move your fingers." Kill them. It’s just that this piece of black iron is not as good as that dagger, so don’t dislike it.”

The piece of black iron that old Hou Ye made the dagger for Chu Shao is rare in the world. Huaizhen fought in the south and north, and thought he had tens of thousands of rare treasures, but he couldn't find a second piece of black iron that could compare with it Come, you can only settle for the next best thing.

Chu Shao's focus is: "Did you do it for me yourself?"

"Ah."

Chu Shao's eyes became hot, and he threw himself into King Yu's arms, deeply moved: "Jiu Gu, you are so kind."

"...Is that enough?" It was just a little favor he gave casually.

"Hmm." Chu Shao nodded vigorously.

Huaizhen didn't show any emotion on his face, but his heart was inflated.

"There are many rare treasures in the palace, but this sleeve arrow is actually the most inconspicuous and cheapest."

Chu Qingxu said firmly: "Mounts of gold and silver are not worth as much as this sleeve arrow made by you!"

The corner of Yu Wang's mouth couldn't help but rise, "Then take a look, is there anything special about the sleeve arrow?"

"Huh?" After being reminded by him, Chu Shao carefully looked at this light but deadly weapon again, and found that there was a mass of something engraved on the end of each arrow feather.

"What is this? Fathead fish?" He rubbed the carved pattern with his fingertips.

Huaizhen: "..."

"It's not a fish, take a closer look."

What Chu Shao saw was a round body with a head and four feet.

"Could it be a turtle?"

"No, these are two wings." Huaizhen pointed to the two strangely shaped "feet", "the feet are wings".

"Wings? Is this a chicken?"

"..." King Yu kindly reminded, "It can fly."

"Bird? Is this a bird?" Chu Shao's pupils trembled: "This is actually a bird?!!"

"...Actually..." Huaizhen clenched his fist to his lips, gave a fake cough, and said, "This is a little phoenix."

Chu Shao: "........."

A gust of night wind blew by, and after a long time, Chu Shao said: "The sculpture...is...really...resembling!"

Huai Zhen knew at a glance that he was "flattering".

Chu Shao put twelve arrow feathers on the table, and each arrow had a different shape carved on the end of... er, phoenix.

"Every one is lifelike." Chu Qingxu said with a dry smile.

Huaizhen: "......" Can you be more obvious? !

"Why carve a bird?"

Chu Shao really couldn't bear to call these grotesque patterns Phoenix.

Fortunately, the phoenix is ​​the king of all birds, and it is also a bird.

Huai Zhen asked him back, "What do you usually call me?"

"...chug goo?"

Huai Zhen teased him: "Screw more."

"Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp~"

Chu Shao can speak well on weekdays, but when he is called Huaizhen in small characters, he is extraordinarily soft and tactful.

If you say he did it on purpose, it must have been on purpose. Strictly speaking, it would be a shame to offend a prince’s name like this, but Huai Zhen couldn’t bear it. And yet cute.

What he lacks the most is such a lovely person who can let go of all defenses and get close to him.

He smiled and asked Tingxue beside him: "Listen, isn't this the cry of a country bird?"

Ting Xue responded with a smile, "It's true."

Chu Shao: "..."

So this group of little birds not only refers to Phoenix, but also refers to himself? ? ?

He was so bold that he grabbed Huaizhen's cheeks with his hands, rounded and flattened His Royal Highness King Yu's handsome face, and retorted angrily, "You are the little bird!"

Huai Zhen leaned close to Chu Shao's ear and whispered softly, "This king is not young."

Chu Shao: "......"

Shameless! ! !

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"Now the best-selling word in the market is 'the domineering prince and the pretty princess'. The prince is naturally King Yu, and the princess is you!"

"Pfft!" Hearing what Chu Mingzi said, Chu Shao spat out the sour plum juice he just drank!

He knew that as soon as he entered Suizhou, he became the material for the stories of all the storytellers, but he didn't expect the story to develop so far? !

"Brother, you have to get used to it, you are a celebrity now."

Chu Mingzi handed over a handkerchief, and Chu Shao wiped the sour plum juice from the corner of his mouth, and stroked his forehead with a blushing face: "There's no such thing as a horoscope, how can it be spread so outrageously?"

"At first, I also thought it was outrageous. Later, I bought a few copies and went back to read them. I found that they all praised you, so it's okay."

"You...you still buy it and watch it?!" Is my sister so leisurely? !

Chu Mingzi complacently said: "Well, I bought a gold limited edition, and I have to pre-order it with the shopkeeper of the study. You don't know how popular these scripts are. All the ladies and ladies in Suizhou City add money to order, everyone. When we get together on weekdays, what we talk about are all the bizarre plots in these scripts."

"How bizarre is it?"

"It's so bizarre, you can see it for yourself when you go to the street with me."

Just like that, Chu Qingxu was lured out by her eldest sister again, and came to the most prosperous Shumo Street in Suizhou City. As the name suggests, this street sells all kinds of books, including the orthodox Four Books and Five Classics, as well as the traditional ones. Myths and legends and... all kinds of stories.

Chu Mingzi originally wanted to take Chu Shao into the largest Yunmo study in the city for a stroll, but passed a small book stand on the way.

There are many small book stalls on this street, and it is not surprising that some scholars make up stories to earn some money.

But when Chu Shao glanced at the bookstall out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't move away for no reason.

The boss next to the bookstall was an octogenarian with a gray beard and twinkling eyes. On his small table was a row of books that would make Chu Shao’s ears warm just by reading the titles, but what was written on his bookstall was “fortune-telling” .

"..."

Chu Shao glanced at Ming Zi who was picking up books inside, quietly walked out of the study, and stood in front of this fortune-telling booth, he was too embarrassed to look through these scriptures, and only asked the old man: "Sir, do you tell fortunes or sell books? "

"Buy a book, and get a fortune-telling as a bonus." The old man looked at Chu Shao kindly, "Master Chu, do you want a copy?"

Chu Shao was slightly startled: "How do you know my surname is Chu?"

"My lord, who doesn't know who is in Suizhou City now?" The old gentleman pointed to his colleagues on the left and right sides, and Chu Shao glanced at him, good guy, all his portraits have been copied by these scholars to sell for money, and he also painted them It's no wonder that the verve and charm are all enough.

The old gentleman said: "A book costs six cents."

Chu Shao took out his purse, originally he took one ingot of silver, but after thinking about it, he replaced it with two ingots of gold ingots, put them on the old man's table, and said grandly: "I want all the books on your bookstall, But you have to promise me, change, change the name of this so-and-so Jinwu Zangjiao, and change it to something more normal..."

As he spoke, he blushed first.

The old gentleman laughed heartily twice, and didn't touch the gold, but suddenly touched Chu Shao's wrist. Chu Shao was startled, he had already worn the sleeve arrow on his wrist, and ordinary people would probably be frightened if they touched it.

The old man's expression was as usual, he only said inscrutablely: "This sleeve arrow is going to kill the king in the future."

"...what are you talking about? What regicide?"

"The old man didn't say anything." The old gentleman accepted the two ingots of gold with a smile, and helped Chu Shao pack the six volumes of "Golden House Cangjiao: Yu Wang's Favorite".

Chu Shao: "Isn't there a fortune-telling bonus as well?"

The old gentleman pointed to the six books, "It's all in the books."

When Chu Shao thought he was playing tricks, he dubiously opened a book, glanced at it briefly, and found that the opening chapter was about a war, and he wrote:

Yu Wang was recalled to Beijing, and the princess guarded Suizhou City, alone to stop tens of thousands of bandits. "

".........made it up."

Suizhou is adjacent to Kyoto and is heavily guarded. How could it be surrounded by bandits?

The beginning was too outrageous, Chu Shao directly turned to the next few pages, not wanting to write more boldly:

King Yu killed his elder brother, ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, with the title of Xude.

"Totally ridiculous!"

Chu Qingxu could tell at a glance that this year name actually took one of his own characters. The year name is related to the fate of the country and the future. Even if Huai Zhen really becomes the emperor, how could it be so absurd to insert the small characters of the person next to his pillow into it? Among the year numbers?

Chu Shao thought she didn't have this weight, but those girls probably took what they said seriously and were completely moved.

What made him even more irritated was that the book said that Huaizhen would be the emperor in the future, and the emperor was the monarch.

He touched the sleeve arrow on his left wrist, the sleeve arrow was going to kill the king, and the sleeve arrow was in his hand, didn't it mean that he would kill the king Huaizhen in the future?

How could he hurt Jiugu?

This story is simply ridiculous!

He looked up from the book and wanted to argue with the old man, but found that he had long since disappeared, and even the fortune-telling bookstall had been cleared out at some point!

The author says:

Chugoo: You better be!