[Seventy-five] King of Xiangyang is super fierce

In the middle of the night, in the mansion of Kaifeng, above the giant tree, the King of Xiangyang was in a daze, not understanding why he and Zhan Zhao drank on the tree in a daze.

And he was carried up the tree because he couldn't climb it.

Zhan Zhao buried several jars of wine under the tree in the backyard of Kaifeng Mansion. Whenever he encountered a difficult case or was in a good mood, he would drink some alone. Once Bai Yutang found out, and even snatched a few jars away.

The night wind was strong, and the corners of his clothes were raised, and King Xiangyang couldn't help wrapping his robe tightly.Zhan Zhaofei got on the tree and handed him an altar, and the King of Xiangyang took it against the wind. As soon as the altar cloth was removed, the fragrant smell of wine rushed to his nose.

His drinking capacity is not flattering. When he was drunk in college, he sprayed all the fire extinguishers in the entire dormitory. While spraying, he said that he was a god.

Later, I didn't dare to drink lightly.

But tonight was in a good mood, and he also had the urge to drink, so he decided to risk his life to accompany the gentleman.

Now Zhan Zhao thinks how pleasing the King of Xiangyang is to his eyes. Seeing that the other party has not moved, he first raises the jar and takes a big sip. After drinking, he asks with a smile, "After 1000 years, what is this world like?"

"People in later generations will not know martial arts, and there is no such thing as Jiang Hu." King Xiangyang faintly met his eyes, and immediately moved his eyes away, took a sip cautiously, and coughed repeatedly.

The wine in ancient times was too strong and fragrant, but most people couldn't bear it.

"However, we can go to the sky. There is a thing that can fly to the sky, called an airplane, which can fly much higher than your lightness skills."

Zhan Zhao's eyes flickered slightly, and he listened extremely intently, "No wonder you don't have any martial arts skills, so you are so afraid of people in the Jianghu."

The moonlight was gentle, and it made Xiangyang Wang's drunken face a little red, adding moonlight, as if covered with a layer of frost and snow, unique and beautiful.

King Xiangyang smiled and said, "Can you not be afraid? You Jianghu people wear swords when you sleep, and you can fly. One finger is enough to kill me, right?"

"If I knew martial arts, I would also be a hero!"

Zhan Zhao looked at King Xiangyang's expression that seemed to be joking and very serious, smiled slightly, and suddenly took one of King Xiangyang's hands, holding it in his hand, King Xiangyang's blushing face suddenly burst into flames, and immediately became incoherent :"you you….."

Zhan Zhao raised his hand with a smile, and explained: "You are a master of martial arts, and the calluses on your hands are not thinner than mine. If you have the foundation, I can teach you how to use a sword."

Obviously this person's expression and tone did not exceed the rules at all, but Xiangyang King's face did not cool down at all, and his expression was delicate: "Will you teach me martial arts?"

"If you want to learn, I can teach."

"Study! Of course I will!" King Xiangyang was so excited that he almost fell from the tree, looking at Zhan Zhao with a pair of bright eyes, like a deep pool of spring water sparkling under the moonlight.

Being able to learn martial arts with Zhan Zhao, his future is bright!

Zhan Zhao was provoked by his happy look, and he was full of energy, infinitely free and easy: "It is not easy to practice martial arts, and we need to work harder."

The king of Xiangyang hesitated after hearing this: "Do I have to get up before dawn every day? Do I have to run around the city ten times in the morning and evening?"

Zhan Zhao was stunned: "That's not necessary."

Where did he hear all these weird methods?

King Xiangyang took a big gulp from the wine jar, hiccupped, and was already drunk. He stood up and supported the tree and laughed loudly: "That's good, except for these tortures, I can do anything!"

"I'll hang out with you from now on! Zhan Zhao! I recognize you as the big brother, and you teach me to dominate the martial arts world!" King Xiangyang lost his mind after just a few sips of wine, and stood on the tree precariously. Zhan Zhao shook his head, As soon as he stretched out his hand to help, King Xiangyang had already fallen on him.

Zhan Zhao held him firmly in his arms, raised his hand to push Xiangyang King's messy forehead hair away, and the hot air from Xiangyang King's mouth hit his face.

The moon rises brightly, and the outstanding people come.Shu Yao is correct, and labored quietly.

I don't know if it's because he's been single for too long, but at this moment, Zhan Zhao feels so pretty when he sees the face of the King of Xiangyang.

Zhan Zhaojun blushed slightly, his body was as stiff as ice that had just formed, he couldn't help but let out a breath, and gently helped the King of Xiangyang away from him.

The King of Xiangyang was so drunk that he passed out, Zhan Zhao hugged him vaguely with one hand, lifted the wine jar with the other hand, and drank it down in one gulp. Under the circumstances, he kissed the King of Xiangyang twice.

With the sound of insects chirping and heart beating, Zhan Zhao softly called out, "Gu Yiyan... Gu...."

King Xiangyang frowned, and said vaguely dissatisfied: "It's called Yanyan."

"That's what my family calls me."

"Yanyan..."

King Xiangyang noticed something falling on his eyes, thinking it was the dew falling from the leaves, closed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth, and fell asleep completely.

When he woke up the next day, he was fully dressed and sleeping on the big bed in the palace.

King Xiangyang had a severe headache, got up from the bed, and shouted: "Zhao Dehan!"

Zhao Dehan went to Kaifeng Mansion early in the morning on behalf of the King of Xiangyang to return the bronze mirror with a tiger head pattern that he told him yesterday. Old Xu, a chef from the south of the Yangtze River, cooked the morning green scallop porridge, served it in a white jade bowl, and topped it with chestnut flour. cake, and sent them to Xiangyang King's room together.

Old Xu went into the house and prepared the food, and replied: "Go back to the prince, Guanshi Zhao went to Kaifeng mansion early in the morning, and ordered the servant to make breakfast and bring it. The prince should get up and have breakfast first."

King Xiangyang thought for a while before he remembered what he had told Zhao Dehan yesterday, patted his head, and said, "Go down first."

He vaguely remembered going to Kaifeng mansion last night to give away Youxian pillow and having some wine with Zhan Zhao in the backyard, but he didn't remember what they talked about.If I remember correctly, I seem to have heard Zhan Zhao say that I want to teach him martial arts.

Returning the bronze mirror at this time, wouldn't it seem too raw?

The King of Xiangyang felt a little regretful in his heart, got up to wash and wash, and sat down at the table to drink porridge full of worries, when he suddenly heard Zhao Dehan's voice outside: "My lord, Mr. Kaifeng Fuzhan, please see me!"

People are really afraid of something!

He didn't remember whether he lost his composure last night, and was worried about how to face Zhan Zhao, so Zhan Zhao came to ask to see him.

The King of Xiangyang put the bowl away, rubbed his pale face from hangover, and only after a while did he reply loudly: "This king will come out now!"

In the middle of the walk, he ran back and took a mouthful of porridge. The King of Xiangyang wiped the corner of his mouth, thinking that his face would not look too pale, right?

In the end, he straightened out the tunic that had just been messed up, and looked at his dark black base and golden shirt. King Xiangyang nodded in satisfaction, and then walked out quickly.

Zhan Zhao didn't enter the door, just waited outside the palace, Zhao Dehan invited him several times, but he smiled and shook his head and refused to go in, saying that he would wait for the prince to come.

When King Xiangyang arrived at the gate, he saw Zhan Zhao's long hair tied high, his brows like distant mountains, he did not hold a sword in his hand, but he carried a four or five foot high thorny bramble on his back.

King Xiangyang: "..."

Woc... What is Zhan Zhao doing? cos cheap?

Seeing him coming, Zhan Zhao smiled slightly, and said before Xiangyang King said, "Zhan said that once the case of Chenzhou is settled, he will definitely come to the door in person to plead guilty."

It's really a plea for guilt!

The King of Xiangyang recalled the time when Zhan Zhao kissed him in a hurry in the Ruan Hongtang. Zhan Zhao said that in order to apologize to him, he would personally come to the palace to plead guilty after returning to Kaifeng. People are so promising, and now they really come.

King Xiangyang's face turned green and then turned white. Zhao Dehan next to him was puzzled when he saw it, and said, "My lord, what's wrong with Mr. Zhan? Why did you come to our palace to plead guilty???"

This Zhao Dehan, can he say a few words less! !

The king of Xiangyang stuffed the chestnut powder cake he took from the table just now into his mouth: "Do more, talk less!"

Zhao Dehan chewed and ate the pastry in his mouth slowly, and said slowly: "My lord, the old slave got up and was busy before dawn, the vegetables in the field were watered and fertilized, and the front hall and backyard were also cleaned. It's over, I wiped your study inside and out three times, and..."

I even washed the diapers for the young master and miss!

"Okay!" The corner of Xiangyang King's mouth twitched.

Why don't you usually see you so diligent? ? ? ?

King Xiangyang coughed, turned away his face slightly, and covered his blushing ears, "There is no need to ask for any crimes, and this king doesn't take it to heart."

"Has Zhanwei eaten? Let's go together if you don't eat."

Zhan Zhao was slightly taken aback, he didn't expect the King of Xiangyang to invite him to have breakfast together, he glanced at Zhao Dehan next to the King of Xiangyang, Zhao Dehan was full of enthusiasm, so he almost pulled him in.

Zhao Dehan smiled kindly: "Yes, Mr. Zhan, breakfast is being prepared in the house, Mr. Zhan, let's have a taste together!"

King Xiangyang rolled his eyes.

Whoever talks about Kaifeng Mansion every day while sweeping the floor in the mansion is too fierce, especially the guard Zhan Zhaozhan who likes to patrol around with a giant sword all day long.

who is it? ? ?

Zhao Dehan is indeed a remarkable wall grass.

Seeing what they said, Zhan Zhao stopped worrying, and said with a smile in his eyes: "In that case, Zhan Zhao is bothering you."

King Xiangyang just woke up drunk, and actually didn't have much appetite, so he asked Zhao Dehan to bring his breakfast from the bedroom to the front hall again.

In the front hall, Qin Yu had already gotten up and sat at the table with Xiaotuan Xiaoyuan to prepare for dinner. Seeing Zhan Zhao coming, Qin Yu was startled, and immediately wanted to leave with the child.

King Xiangyang glanced at her, and wrote lightly: "There is no need to avoid it, this is Mr. Zhan, you know him."

Qin Yu seemed a little afraid of seeing Zhan Zhao, he hesitated and said: "Xiaotuan Xiaoyuan has no rules, I'm afraid I will bump into Mr. Zhan..."

Since the King of Xiangyang knew from Bao Zheng that their mother and child may not have anything to do with his own body, he couldn't help feeling a little less patient in his heart, and said, "Won't you teach me without rules? Is it true that the children of King Xiangyang are like this?" Upbringing?!"

It was the first time for Qin Yu to see the angry King of Xiangyang since he entered the palace, his face paled with fright, and he immediately said: "Yu'er, please teach me... please teach me, my lord, don't be angry!"

King Xiangyang: "Teachers wait until they have eaten something before teaching. If you don't eat, won't Xiaotuan Xiaoyuan eat it?"

Hearing this, Qin Yu had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​avoiding, and took the two children back to their seats peacefully, without daring to raise their heads to feed the children.

Zhan Zhao saw that this woman didn't seem to be as unreasonable as before, and when he looked at him, he could vaguely see a trace of guilt, and he became more certain about Mr. Bao's speculation in his heart.

She and the child must have nothing to do with the real King Xiangyang.