Emperors chat group

On the Shangming battlefield.

Star-catching tower.

Emperor Wen of Song Liu Yilong tapped the system interface and told the truth:

"Ahem, please don't misunderstand me. I just gave the dynasty to King Zhou of Shang."

"In fact, I no longer have the desire to fight for hegemony. As long as the people under my rule live and work in peace and contentment, and I can enjoy a long and comfortable life, this life is enough."

That’s right, this is the truest thought of Emperor Wen of Song, Liu Yilong.

What about the Arena of the Heavens, the Primordial Chaos, the Way of Heaven, the Three Thousand Chaos Demons...all these, in his opinion, were a bit too dangerous.

On the contrary, he was very content. Living a long and happy life was enough for him.

Zhu Wen, the founder of the Later Liang Dynasty, did not speak in the chat group, mainly because he felt a little guilty when he saw Emperor Taizong of Tang...

Before he did those things, he didn't know that he would encounter this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
Moreover, who knew that Emperor Taizong of Tang was so strong...

far away.

"Boom boom boom"

The sea was covered with huge waves, as if the world was about to be destroyed.

All that was heard was the resolute voice of King Zhou of Shang, Di Xin, resounding through heaven and earth:

"Pass on my order, blood sacrifice!!"

"boom"

The bloody light that destroyed the world rose up into the sky, painting the entire sky blood red.

Seeing the two emperors fighting more and more fiercely, Emperor Wen of Song Liu Yilong said in his heart:
"Later Liang Taizu, how about we... hide away?"

Zhu Wen, the founder of the Later Liang Dynasty, nodded woodenly and said:
"It's time to hide away..."

Afterwards, the two of them immediately fled from the Zhaixing Tower and ran away into the distance.

"Rumble"

Unexpectedly, just after leaving for a while, the ground cracked, and the magnificent and majestic Star-Picking Tower collapsed, splashing dust all over the ground.

……

tomorrow.

Prince Yan's Mansion.

Prince Yan Zhu Di used his magical powers to clean the entire Prince Yan's Mansion dozens of times, front and back, inside and out, and said with disgust:

"Miaoyun, those guys finally left. If they hadn't left, I would have driven them back to my hometown in Fengyang."

"There is really no distance between them. I am not their father. Why do they come to harm me?"

"Why don't you go to Emperor Taizong of Ming? You don't dare, right? You are such a coward."

Zhu Gaochi, the youngest son of Prince Yan, was running around the yard chasing butterflies while holding a bunch of shining spiritual stones.

Princess Xu Miaoyun of Prince Yan was swinging on the swing, recalling the distraught looks on the faces of the two brothers, Prince of Han Zhu Gaoxu and Prince of Zhao Zhu Gaosui, when they left the Prince Yan's Mansion with their families.

Suddenly, she felt a little reluctant, but in an instant, that hint of reluctance was wiped out by her, and she said:

"Your Highness, Gao Chi is not a child anymore. How about we find a good teacher for him?"

"You have to cultivate the way of immortality, learn the strategies of literature and martial arts, and the six arts of a gentleman. You also have to dabble in various schools of thought..."

When Prince of Yan Zhu Di heard that his princess had arranged so many academic tasks for Gao Chi, he turned his head in surprise.

He looked at his young son who was playing happily, and the princess who was still chattering away, and said seriously:
"Miaoyun, Gao Chi is still a child. No matter what he learns, he should learn step by step, right?"

"You've learned so much all at once, aren't you afraid that Gao Chi will fail?"

It's waste, not ability.

If the King of Yan only thought about it, with so much learning, even he at this moment would probably have a hard time learning it, let alone a child.

Xu Miaoyun said unhappily:
"Your Highness, you don't think that I don't feel sorry for Gao Chi?"

"I just want to teach him well from a young age, so that he won't be like in the original history, obsessed with women and so bloated that he can't even walk."

Prince of Yan Zhu Di squatted down, stretched out his hand to call Zhu Gaochi, and asked with a smile:
"Gao Chi, do you want to learn the magical skills of flying into the sky and hiding in the ground? Do you want to become very powerful and let those uncles praise you?" Zhu Gaochi, the youngest son of the King of Yan, held the spirit stone with a butterfly on his forehead and said innocently:
"The child must learn, the child must fly into the sky and hide in the ground!"

After asking his son for his opinion, Prince of Yan Zhu Di said:

"Well...it might be a little hard, Gao Chi, will you find it tiring?"

Zhu Gaochi shook his little head, pestered Yan Wang Zhu Di, and said:
"Father, I want to learn how to fly and hide underground."

Prince of Yan Zhu Di said in a deep voice:
"Okay, Gao Chi, you said it yourself."

"A man should stick to his word. Don't go back on your word."

"boom"

Sudden.

Xu Miaoyun performed a secret technique and a large pile of books fell from the sky and turned into a mountain, landing in front of the young Zhu Gaochi.

The latter raised his little head, so shocked that he couldn't speak.

At this time.

Xu Miaoyun came over, picked up Zhu Gaochi, and said softly:
"Gao Chi, don't be in a hurry to cultivate. The spiritual energy of the Ming Dynasty is so rich. Even if you don't breathe in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, your cultivation will slowly increase."

"Let's start by learning the military strategies and tactics from various schools of thought. These are all the military books from all dynasties, from ancient times to the present."

"crash"

Zhu Gaochi covered his eyes with his hands, lowered his head, and whispered:
"Mom, I'm not really a man, otherwise..."

Xu Miaoyun's smile gradually disappeared when he heard this, and he said:
"Gao Chi, your mother taught you that a promise is worth a thousand gold and you can't go back on your words."

……

Han Dynasty Palace.

Han Wang Zhu Gaoxu lay lazily on the ground, looking at the blue sky, and sighed:

"Third brother, do you think this is funny???"

"My parents actually kicked their own son and grandson out of the house."

"Alas, I'm afraid this matter has spread throughout the entire Ming Dynasty. From now on, I will no longer be able to face the world."

Zhao Wang Zhu Gaosui gloated over the misfortune:

"Brother, it's not like we're the only ones being kicked out, what are you afraid of?"

"And what about the useless boss? Hehe, the great Emperor Renzong has a home but cannot go back. This joke is really funny."

"Snapped"

Han Wang Zhu Gaoxu kicked Zhao Wang and asked:

"By the way, how are you and that little wolf cub doing?"

"That little wolf cub's cultivation is very well hidden. I'm afraid that both of us combined are no match for him."

"It's also the old man's fault. He spoiled him too much. Now that the throne is gone, he is the one who is most unwilling to accept it."

After going through so much, the King of Han's obsession with the throne gradually faded away.

Zhao Wang Zhu Gaosui frowned, obviously remembering some bad memories, and said:
"Second brother, I suspect that the little wolf cub raised assassins in other dynasties."

This statement came out.

Han Wang Zhu Gaoxu stood up suddenly and said in surprise:
"Raising assassins? Third brother, how did you know that?"

"Is this little wolf cub planning to usurp the throne? No, is he planning to start a rebellion?"

"Also, which dynasty's emperor was so incompetent? He couldn't even manage his own dynasty?"

This incident was like a bolt from the blue, and it immediately aroused the interest of the King of Han.

But he knew that those dynasties all learned from the Ming Dynasty and merged into one.

Right before his eyes, the crown prince of another dynasty had actually raised a group of assassins. The emperor could have just drawn his sword and committed suicide.

What a waste. (End of this chapter)