King Wei raised his head and glanced at him, "When my mother-in-law was at my mother's house, she loved to go shopping with a bamboo basket in the early morning. She said that the vegetables in the early morning were full of spiritual energy."

At that time, Concubine Shu would tell King Wei, who was still a child, about the situation of her maternal grandfather's family and the customs and customs of Jiangnan.

With a plate of beans and a bowl of rice wine, my grandfather could spend half a day squatting in a small wine shop, just like that kind of atmosphere.

The stone street is slippery when it rains.

In the drizzle, the smoke from the kitchen mingled with the rain and mist.

At this time, his mother-in-law, carrying a bamboo basket, ran to a small restaurant to find her grandfather and asked for money to buy vegetables.

My grandfather would give her an extra penny and let her buy delicious food. Then he would grab a handful of boiled beans and give her a handful of them and tell her to go quickly.

These are little secrets between father and daughter.

Well!

The King of Yue laughed dryly and said: "That woman of yours is really awesome. She even opened a blacksmith shop."

"She is waiting for me!"

King Wei finally stopped moving, his right and left hands operated separately, as if putting down the utensils.

"Do you still have something to say?"

The King of Yue nodded, "The world is in chaos. There are traitors in the north and south. Second brother, where do you think this world will go?"

King Wei sat down cross-legged, and the oppressive feeling brought by his majestic body to King Yue dissipated a little.

"Aye is stupid, but he is old after all. After you succeed to the throne, Yang Songcheng will be followed by countless forces. What reward are you going to give? Money? They don't like it. The land is gone long ago. So what else is there?"

King Wei said coldly: "Only power. Don't say that aristocratic families don't rebel. Our family rebelled in the first place."

"The State of Chen was already destroyed at that time." The King of Yue defended his ancestors.

"At that time, there were still descendants of emperors in Jiangnan who were proclaimed emperors. If they were loyal, they could take them over."

King Wei ridiculed: "The historians of the Chen Kingdom still had the courage to cut off their heads and not mess up their pens. In the Tang Dynasty, in order to whitewash their family's reputation, they said that the descendant of the royal family was fake. The bones of historians

, it ended in the Tang Dynasty."

The King of Yue sighed, "Second brother, facing this current situation, to be honest, I can't imagine why Aye can sit still."

"The country is just his plaything. Before he dies, as long as he is still the supreme emperor, he will be satisfied. As for his death, after he dies, he will not care about the world."

"I'm not lying. I used to be very attracted to the position of prince, but now, I feel that it is a pit of fire, and the prince squats on it and is being burned."

"Whenever Aye dies, the prince will fall into the pit."

"Burned alive!"

The King of Yue said quietly: "Come to think of it, this is not Aye's original intention."

"His original intention was to check and balance. In order to check and balance Yang Songcheng, he promoted Shi Zhongtang, a foreigner. In order to check and balance, he and the soldiers and civilians of Northern Xinjiang were in power..." King Wei sneered.

"As a result, Shi Zhongtang rebelled. Yang Ni raised his troops and went south, and there was almost no opposition from the soldiers and civilians in northern Xinjiang. His check and balance method..."

"Playing with fire and burning yourself!"

…

"... Jia Laoliu stole something and escaped from the back door. The wooden plank that was originally placed by the door to intercept the owner suddenly fell down and knocked him unconscious on the spot. He was captured by the owner, beaten severely and sent to prison.

.”

A bad boy was talking about the latest news, "What is this called? How do you say that?"

There were six bad boys sitting in the wine shop. One of them said: "Light a fire and burn the house to harm your own family."

Everyone couldn't help but laugh wildly.

"Why!"

When everyone heard the sound, they turned around and saw that it was King Jing. They all stood up and saluted.

Everyone was surprised when King Jing bowed his hands in such a gentle manner. Someone asked: "Why is your Majesty so gentle?"

"The king will go with the third brother tomorrow."

…

King Jing was suffering from being said to be uneducated and incompetent, so he went to ask the King of Yue. The King of Yue casually said that he would go to the academy tomorrow. King Jing sighed and said that those scholars knew me, but I did not know them.

The King of Yue was thinking about creating a character of a friendly brother, so he asked him to follow him to the academy for edification.

…

"tomorrow."

In the small wine shop, Zheng Yuandong showed his ferocious look for the first time, "Kill the King of Yue, and the conflict between Yang Songcheng and the false emperor will no longer be concealed. When they kill, the two sons-in-law will bleed like rivers of blood, leaving the so-called Millennium Ying

The Sichuan Yang family has been reduced to a few lines in the annals of history, and will remain infamy for thousands of years!"

…

The academy is privately run.

This place not only teaches and educates people, but also often holds activities to exchange knowledge.

The King of Yue came early today.

"I have met the king."

The dean of the academy came with people to greet him.

The King of Yue was surrounded with a smile like that of a 'courteous and virtuous corporal'.

King Jing was ignored, but he didn't care, curiously looking at the buildings along the way.

Today's debate venue was set up in the lobby. As soon as the King of Yue arrived, everyone followed him in.

Sure enough, there is a large vase on the right.

What kind of flowers are needed to fit this in?

Piranha?

King Jing walked by with a smile, flashed his hand, and slid the short knife into the vase.

Quietly.

No smoke or smoke.

Even the veteran villain who taught him the art of stealing has to praise him: Your Majesty is so talented!

King Jing went in immediately.

The King of Yue was surrounded by people, smiling and saying something.

"Tell me more." King Jing said with a smile. At the same time, he was also thinking, how would that person take the knife? It would be too conspicuous to reach in. But what else can be done?

A man who looked like a student came from a distance.

He lowered his head slightly, as if anxious.

When passing by a large vase, he waved his hand and the vase flew into the air and slowly reversed.

The short knife fell out of the bottle hanging upside down.

The man caught the dagger, held it in his backhand, and rushed in.

Like a student who desperately wants to see the King of Yue.

"...I think that when it comes to learning, you must not only learn, but you must also apply what you have learned."

These words are an implicit hint: It's time to become an official, don't worry, I will protect you and wait.

The teachers and students of the academy listened with rapt attention.

Zhao Dongping sighed secretly, thinking that fame and wealth really moved people's hearts. These celebrities who seemed to be noble and noble before now looked disgusting.

The two old men accompanying him suddenly raised their eyebrows.

The light of the sword flashed in the crowd.

"Protect the king!"

An old man came forward to greet him.

The two sides just met face to face. The assassin was kicked in the lower abdomen and opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood.

The old man who didn't expect that the opponent would not dodge was cut off half of his neck with a knife, and then kicked away and rushed towards the King of Yue.

Boom!

The second old man slapped away the corpse of his companion, which was still gushing blood, and then struck with a short knife.

The old man roared and shook his fist.

The sword shattered, and the blood also flashed.

There was a deep wound on the old man's fist that was visible to the bone.

Boom!
To be continued...