Traveling through the heavens from the prequel of the Lotus Lantern

Chapter 820 Sure enough, as you grow up, your wings harden, and your careful teaching turns out to be a rebellious disciple.

Zhu Gaoxu's eyes narrowed:

"Dad, you obviously relied on your son to conquer this country, but now you have cut off my way out."

"Don't you know how important Zhanhe is to me, but you treat him like this? There is a truth in the world that only state officials are allowed to set fires, but the people are not allowed to light lamps."

"But who made you not only the emperor, but also my father? I can only watch as Zhanhe is demoted to a commoner by you."

"Now Zhan He is here in Yingtian Mansion. Among the dignitaries of the current dynasty, he can be regarded as following in the footsteps of my father. Because he was demoted, he has become an existence that everyone avoids. He also became famous because of the song "A Man's Journey" It’s even more of a mess.”

"Everyone who is an official in Yingtian Mansion today knows that the deposed prince of the Han Dynasty is a man who behaves wantonly and is as violent as Jie and Zhou. There are also countless people who privately despise Zhan He, saying that he is just a idiot with an empty appearance and a violent nature. I can only make ends meet by relying on my wife’s wine making.”

The more he talked, the more angry he became, and he said bitterly:

"You don't need to punish yourself. I'll go home and wait for you. It doesn't matter if you poison the wine or the three-foot white silk. There are only so many people in the house. Open your eyes and see how filial my son is."

"Sit tight to the end of this position and don't give it to me."

After saying that, Zhu Di turned around and left regardless of his angry face, but was immediately hugged by an old eunuch:

"Prince Han, Prince Han, I beg you, please don't leave. Please say a good word to the emperor. I beg you."

"I don't know how to do this." Zhu Gaoxu shook off the old eunuch and strode out of the Qianqing Palace without looking back.

"Your Majesty, please calm down. Your Majesty, please calm down." Seeing Zhu Di's chest rising and falling with anger, the old eunuch even burst out laughing and shouted hurriedly:

"Pass it to the imperial doctor, pass it to the imperial physician."

The next day, Xu Zhai.

Since some time ago, Taohua Zui changed his name to General Ling and became famous in Yingtian Mansion with "A Man's Journey", and the wine business has become booming.

Yang Jiao took advantage of the situation and started hunger marketing, with a daily limit of 100 pots, first come, first served. In this way, he can be quiet and comfortable on weekdays, and Cheng Shaoshang does not have to be busy making wine.

Cheng Shaoshang likes freedom by nature, and he doesn't value money very much. He doesn't ask for wealth, so of course he readily agreed.

As a result, the drinks are often sold out in the morning, and everyone is completely free.

Back house.

Yang Jiao was lying leisurely on a chair reading a book, while Cheng Shaoshang was practicing boxing in the yard.

"Xu Xian, do you really think I can practice extraordinary martial arts?" Cheng Shaoshang finished a set of punches skillfully and walked up to Yang Jiao panting.

"You have to have confidence in your own talent and understanding. You can master many skills at a young age, so martial arts training is useless." Yang Jiao replied without raising his eyes.

"Well, by the drinkers who came to buy drinks, you all know that the King of Han, as a living man, held a funeral for himself. In response, the emperor even issued an oral order and gave a Dharani sutra quilt and a complete set of funeral rituals. He was buried seven days after the coffin was laid."

"With the situation in Prince Han's Mansion, why don't we go back and take a look?"

Yang Jiao raised his eyes:

"It should be noted that my surname is Xu and not Zhu. Even if we go, we will probably be stopped by the Jin Yiwei on the way. Furthermore, this is just loud thunder and light rain. Do you think the emperor will really be ruthless?"

"That's right." Cheng Shaoshang nodded.

"Practice your martial arts quickly. Based on your current progress, in five or six years, there will be no one in the world who can hurt you. From this point on, you can get whatever freedom you want." Yang Jiao's eyes fell again. In the scroll in hand.

"Really?" Cheng Shaoshang asked in disbelief.

"You'll know if it's true or not as you practice."

Time flies, time flies, non-stop, and in the blink of an eye it is the nineteenth year of Yongle.

Not long ago, grandson Zhu Zhanji got married, marrying his own concubine and concubine.

Xu Zhai, backyard. A man in his twenties, wearing black clothes, with long hair disheveled, elegant and unparalleled, was lying on the chair slightly leisurely, drinking tea and reading a book leisurely.

Suddenly, a woman dressed in blue walked up, with skin as white as snow, sparkling eyes, and bright red lips.

"Xu Xian, it's getting late, you should make lunch."

"You have the secret method of the Black Sun, so you don't need to eat any whole grains. Besides, with your current martial arts cultivation that far exceeds that of the Martial Saint, worldly grains and grains are of no use to you. You are eating for free, so why bother."

"Eating and drinking are pleasures in the world, how can we give them up." Seeing that Yang Jiao was still indifferent, Cheng Shaoshang immediately sat down next to him and said coquettishly:

"Okay, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have made you drink, but I didn't expect you to be so drunk that you didn't drink much."

"You said you'd never get drunk after a thousand cups, but I didn't expect you to be so fond of Peach Blossom Brewed Wine. I didn't fully understand it until that night. No wonder you haven't drank much in these years."

Yang Jiao said calmly:

"Sure enough, as you grow up, your wings will harden, and your careful teaching will actually teach you a rebel."

"What a traitor, I am the wife you are marrying."

"Wife? I vaguely remember someone saying this to me. I, Cheng Shaoshang, yearn for freedom and do not want to be restrained. I only want to think about the vast world and fly as I please. Therefore, getting married to you is entirely a matter of expediency. Don’t be wishful thinking.”

Cheng Shaoshang couldn't help but smile, but then his eyes spread with a playful look on his face:

"Hey, we have been together for many years. I don't want you to have such a good time, and I still want to be a master and a disciple."

Yang Jiao interrupted decisively:

"Cheng Shaoshang, I often take you out to play, and you become more and more eccentric. I'm afraid of you."

With a flick of his finger, he transformed into a clone and went to the kitchen.

"Clone Technique? Okay, I knew you were hiding deep and had many hands but you never taught me." Cheng Shaoshang immediately grabbed Yang Jiao's arm.

Yang Jiao shook his head and said softly:

"Didn't I tell you that the wisdom of heaven and earth has been completely wiped out in this world, and the method of cultivating immortals is like a skillful woman who cannot make a meal without rice."

"Now that you have reached the pinnacle of martial arts and can continue to improve, it is all because of me teaching you the secret method of the black sun. Otherwise, how could you step into the path."

He raised his eyebrows slightly:

"As for the clone technique, I wanted to teach someone some magical powers during this period, but it's a pity that I spent the whole day hunting geese, but got pecked in the eye by the geese."

"I think someone who already possesses martial arts cultivation that dominates the world should look down on these inferior magical powers."

"It's worth watching, it's worth watching." Cheng Shaoshang picked up the teacup on the side with a flattering expression and handed it to Yang Jiao:

"Didn't I just draw something on your face while you were drunk? At worst, I'll let you draw it back."

She paused for a moment, with clear eyes and a sweet smile, and said:

"Master, husband, drink tea, and please teach me these unconventional magical powers."

"I'm interested, I want to draw three turtles, two toads, and four mice."

"You" Cheng Shaoshang was about to interrupt when Yang Jiao looked over with his deep eyes.

"Well, I have a small face, so I'm afraid that my master and husband won't be able to use it well."

Yang Jiao said lightly:

"You are worrying too much. I still have some experience in my painting skills, so there is no need for you to worry."

Cheng Shaoshang gave a stiff smile:

"Really, then just be happy."

(End of this chapter)