Hide And Cultivate In The East Palace, Only To Find The Prince Is A Girl

  Chapter 12 Interception

When they arrived at the small bridge, the two stopped and looked forward. An old man was sitting on the bridge, wearing a gray robe and red hair. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he looked over, like a poisonous snake, his eyes were cold, and there was nothing wrong with him. Don't hide the murderous intent in your eyes.

   "This person is very strong! I can't see through it." Zheng Fugui looked solemn.

   "I guess who he is."

"Who?"

   "Old Man Qijue!"

  He walked over and saw Zhang Ronghua approaching, the old man Qijue jumped off the bridge and walked towards him.

  Every step forward, the surrounding temperature drops a bit, like being in an iceberg, it is terribly cold, the evil spirit bursts out, and the hurricane whizzes and suppresses, trying to suppress Zhang Ronghua on the ground.

  Golden light was rippling, rushing out from Zhang Ronghua's body, and just a ray broke the huge evil spirit.

   "No wonder Tianyin Saintess fell into your hands."

   "Isn't it good to find a place to hide?"

   "The higher-ups asked the old man to hide for a while, and come out after the limelight has passed, but the old man can't swallow this breath, and I won't kill you, so I can't sleep or eat!"

   Phew!

  The afterimage flashed, and the Qijue old man appeared like a ghost, across a distance of seven or eight steps, and appeared directly in front of Zhang Ronghua, all the cultivation bases of the fourth level of the Grand Master Realm exploded.

   "Seven Extinct Love Fist!"

  Grey fist light bloomed from the face of the fist, and with terrifying fist force, it hit Zhang Ronghua's head with a huge explosion sound.

   Grab the palm of your hand, meet his fist glow, and hold the fist in your hand. The palm contains a huge force, making him unable to move.

  Old man Qijue's complexion changed drastically. He regretted it. Judging from Zhang Ronghua's current strength, his cultivation is definitely more than that simple, and should be higher.

  But the face in front of him is so young, even if he cultivated from the mother's womb, it is impossible for him to have such a high level.

  Try to struggle for a while, and see that you can't retreat.

  He was also decisive, running all the internal force, countercurrent the meridians: "Explode!"

  Zhang Ronghua slapped his chest with a palm, knocking all the violent internal force out of his body, and the old man Qijue also fell to the ground, covered in blood.

   Walked in front of him and stopped: "Can we talk?"

   "The meridian is broken, the old man doesn't have long to live, do you think I will say it?"

   Palm down and kill him.

   "Is that how my cousin was killed?"

   "Didn't you hear what he said?"

  Zheng Fugui touched his head.

  Going back to the mansion on the Zhuquefang side, I drew some well water and took a shower. I nostalgic for the days at home. At least there were maids who prepared hot water ready-made and took care of washing.

  Sit on the bed, and practice Xuantian Baojian.

  After a night of practice, at dawn, with terrifying talent, he breaks through a small realm and reaches the second level of the Heavenly Human Realm. His real energy is five times stronger than before, and his strength becomes stronger.

  Eat breakfast.

  Brought his cousin to the East Palace, found the prince, and briefly explained what happened to the old man Qijue last night.

   Finish listening.

  It's a pity for the crown prince, but the old man Qijue was ruthless enough to run his meridians retrogradely and explode to death. This is also impossible.

Until noon.

  Taifu's mansion sent someone over, the person was Uncle Zhong, the prince was not there, he was studying government affairs with Emperor Xia in the palace, and was received by Zhang Ronghua.

  Take him to the side hall and order someone to pour tea.

   "Uncle Zhong, wait a little longer, His Highness will come back after a while."

  Uncle Zhong shook his head, took out four manuscripts, said they were manuscripts but each manuscript was an inch thick: "Miss asked me to give it to Your Highness, and let me pass on a word."

"Please say!"

   "The one who cleans up cleans himself."

   "When Your Highness comes back, I will tell the truth." Zhang Ronghua said.

  Send him out of the mansion, and just as he left, the prince came back, took out the four manuscripts sent by Uncle Zhong and handed them to him, and then conveyed Ji Xueyan's words.

  The prince untied the ancient jade around his waist, asked Qing'er to go to Taifu's mansion, and handed it over to Ji Xueyan.

  A batch of fresh fruits came from the East Palace. It is said that they were picked from the thousand-year-old snow mountain, and the queen ordered someone to deliver them.

   Zhang Ronghua was curious, so he went to the kitchen under the pretext of inspection.

  He is now the deputy commander, with a high position and authority, and he is also the confidant of the prince. He can go to other places except the prince's bedroom and study.

  Looking at these fruits, there are black grapes, snowmelt fruits, and ice spirit fruits. They are all relatively common, but they are scary in size, four or five times larger, and they still have aura.

   There are a lot of them, and you can't see anything if you eat a little.

   Taking advantage of the fact that there is no one there, I tasted one by one. It was very sweet and full of water, so I almost didn't stop.

  Seeing that a quarter was missing, Zhang Ronghua had black lines all over his head, and almost finished eating.

   He took another little and stuffed it into his bosom before leaving contentedly.

  Drawing Zheng Fugui to a corner, with no one around, he took out a black grape and threw it over.

   "Is this a grape?"

   "Stop talking! Eat quickly."

   took out another one and ate it.

  Zheng Fugui understands, my cousin is a thief, and he stole the prince's fruit, but it tastes really delicious.

   Finished.

   asked worriedly: "Is nothing going to happen?"

   "You still eat for fear of accidents."

   "Didn't you give it to me?"

boom!

  Rewarding him with a chestnut, Zhang Ronghua said again: "The prince's meal is very small, pay attention to his health, the fruit is just a taste."

   Continue to paddle for fish, but God doesn't seem to let him live too easily.

  Just stopped at the artificial lake, looking at the goldfish swimming in the water, Qing'er found him and let him go, the prince looked for him.

   "Meet Your Highness!" Zhang Ronghua saluted.

  The crown prince pointed to these four manuscripts, which he had read just now, and they were all written by Ji Xueyan in his spare time.

  Things are not important, but the process is.

  By sending the manuscript, a signal was sent, no matter how the outside world spread it, she always believed in him, and the prince understood, and there was a follow-up in return.

   "Listen to Ma Ping'an, do you like to read books on weekdays?"

"Ok."

   "These four manuscripts are quite interesting, take them and read them!"

   "This is from Ms. Ji, isn't it?"

   "She means nothing, these manuscripts are not important."

  Zhang Ronghua didn't refuse, he left with four manuscripts, found a corner where the sun couldn't shine, sat lazily on a stone, and read a manuscript.

  The handwriting is neat, with an air of elegance, but without losing its grandeur, mighty and mighty.

  The things written are also quite complicated. They are all Ji Xueyan's troubles when she realized Haoran's righteousness, and she recorded them casually, and there are also some of her insights.

  It doesn't work for others, but it's different for Zhang Ronghua.

  The comprehension of Haoran's righteousness is simple and easy to say, but also difficult to say.

  If you read a lot, as long as you are smart, you may be able to comprehend the righteousness with your own huge accumulation. On the contrary, some people are not smart enough.

these years.

  In addition to practicing, Zhang Ronghua has been studying a lot. In terms of knowledge, he is no worse than a great Confucian. Even a famous Confucian can compete with one or two.

  Especially as the talent increases, it is terrifying to comprehend the meaning of the book after reading it once.

  It’s like a bottle, the water is already full, and it’s just about to overflow, and these four manuscripts are like this little water.

  (end of this chapter)