Madam, look at the sword!

Chapter 92 Liang Hanzhi’s crime (please seek order)

In Dangbei Palace.

There were very few things beyond the control of the Third Prince.

But something happened today that he couldn't accept at all.

Big yellow dog.
  You didn't even listen to him!

Of course, no matter from any perspective, this is a trivial matter, but Zhao Chengfeng doesn't understand it, so why did he listen to Wei Huanchu?

Especially, when he threw a bag out to no avail, and Xiao Chan went to retrieve it, Wei Huanchu threw it out again, and when the big yellow dog picked it back up like an arrow from the string to claim credit, the dog-faced smile made him cry... brilliant.

Zhao Chengfeng couldn't accept it.

So I thought about it deeply and thought about it. During the wedding, the king of the North smiled happily when he seduced the big yellow dog. He thought that there should be a lot of miraculous medicines that had been sent to the house not long ago, and he naturally understood a truth.

The big yellow dog was fawning over Wei Huanchu so much now. He must have noticed that Wang Dangbei liked the daughter-in-law in front of him.

Otherwise, this old dog will go back to the inner treasury to find some polygonatum ginseng and the like as soon as he returns home. After eating, he will go to bed and continue eating after sleeping.

How could he possibly be playing what must have been a childish game for this old dog?

Therefore, Zhao Chengfeng, who was not embarrassed at all, looked at the big yellow dog and said harsh words: "Dahuang, you are a real dog~!"

Most dogs may not understand it well.

But the big yellow dog is the divine pet of King Dangbei. Although he looks ordinary, what words can he not understand?
  So there was a puzzled look in its eyes.

He seemed to be asking the third prince.

My Dahuang is not a real dog, how can it be a fake dog?

In short, Zhao Chengfeng did not try to participate in the game that night. He went back to the room early and fell asleep, thinking that this matter would not matter after that. He would really have something to do tomorrow.

Because of a series of things and the wedding, he never reported to Qingsong Academy.

The academy life he was looking forward to very much, and it seemed that it would come with Zong Ke's entry into the court, which was about to be announced in the court.
  And Zhao Chengfeng's guess about the big yellow dog was indeed correct.

This night, the Dangbei Palace in Beizhou was brightly lit.

In fact, ever since the night of Zhao Chengfeng's wedding, the Dangbei Palace has been brightly lit.

It's not a celebration, the main thing is that a group of doctors from all over the world gathered together. Some of them came from the sect, some from the army, some from the Great Wilderness, the Western Regions, and even many people from Yunqin.

They came here mainly for one thing - "How to quickly recover from injuries in the Consciousness Sea".

For this matter, Dangbei Palace prepared many death row prisoners for them.

Therefore, since the night of Zhao Chengfeng's wedding, all kinds of miserable screams have been heard in a side hall of the mansion day and night. Maybe it's for good luck?

Anyway, Prince Dangbei doesn’t care.

It seems that the results are not ideal because the prisoners on death row are all too low in cultivation.

Not to mention breaking the sea of ​​consciousness, even if it touches the sea of ​​consciousness, because the spiritual consciousness is too weak and has no ability to hold on, most of them will become drooling idiots.

Fortunately, a treasure was sent from Kyoto a few days ago.

One of the five referees who once sat in the Dali Temple arena and watched the duel between the third prince Zhao Chengfeng and the third prince Dahuang, Liang Hanzhi, the former Shaoqing of Shuntian Prefecture, was already in the house at this time.

He who once wanted to help the third prince delay the three breaths and once said: "I'll come~" actually came two days ago.

First, he was tied to a nanmu chair.

Zhao Shijia took action himself, slapping him on the head like a melon.

As a result, Liang Hanzhi's eyeballs exploded and his consciousness collapsed. Known as a handsome man in Kyoto, he drooled all over his beard.

Since he is a rare master of sea-building in the four realms, and his spiritual consciousness is well nourished, he will naturally not become crazy like other death row prisoners.

In the hands of some of the most famous healers, he would occasionally regain his sanity.

However, after experiencing this repeated experience several times in the past few days. Liang Hanzhi now hopes that he will not wake up again.

Because the process of the sea of ​​consciousness being shattered and reshaped, and then shattered and reshaped again, is more cruel and painful than any known punishment in the world.

And tonight, when he woke up again, he was already in despair.

He used up the last bit of strength in his body, became extremely embarrassed, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Kill me!"

But in the black palace in front of him, no one in the crowd surrounding him paid any attention to him.

"Looks like he's in good spirits."

“The recovery time has also been shortened a lot.”

"That means the medicine is being used correctly."

"You can try to break the sea of ​​consciousness into smaller pieces."

"You can try increasing the dose."

These voices were extremely cold, and they didn't care about Liang Hanzhi's shouts at all.

After hearing their conclusion, a voice sounded in the distance: "If you want to break it into more pieces, you need more precise control. I'm here."

Then Liang Hanzhi saw everyone in front of him step aside, and a man like a mountain appeared in front of him, raising a huge palm that seemed to be able to beat him into a pulp.

He noticed the great terror in this palm.

Trembling with fear, he confessed and shouted: "I am guilty."

As if he heard Liang Hanzhi's piety, Prince Dangbei curled up his hands and gave him a gentle blow~~
  "Bang." There was a crisp sound of ripe melon.

Liang Hanzhi's head and face were all tilted.
  His mind and consciousness were all shattered into pieces.

A group of top doctors rushed forward and gave him all the prepared medicines.

He didn't know how long this kind of life would last.
  ……

I don't know what happened in Prince Dangbei's Mansion far away in Beizhou.

Zhao Chengfeng, who did not have breakfast with Wei Huanchu this morning, took a carriage and arrived in front of Qingsong Academy, which he had longed for.

He didn't know where he got the news. From a distance, he saw Fat Face and Bamboo Pole at the entrance of the courtyard, looking around among the crowd of students.

Zhao Chengfeng stepped out of the carriage and immediately attracted a cry of exclamation.

Although defeating the Third Prince of the Wilderness is something that people should be happy about, after all, it has been notorious for too long.

So when he appeared in front of the academy, people's subconscious reaction was to hide as far away as possible.

It's just that it's completely different from the past few days. The fat faces and bamboo poles that have been popular in Chengfeng Club recently came back.

One of their faces was full of sincerity, and the other was full of emotion.

"Third Prince~~!"

In short, they were so enthusiastic that they couldn't refuse and ran over to give Zhao Chengfeng the warmest welcome as a new student.

Zhao Chengfeng had a question about this. Because of his special status, he was actually in the academy by name. It didn't matter if he didn't come. Moreover, he didn't tell the world before coming today.
  "No, how did you know I would come today?"

Fat Face and Zhugan looked at each other, and then turned to look at Zhao Chengfeng at the same time, both of them crying a little:
  "Your Majesty, we have been waiting so hard."

"Did you know that we come here every day as if we are together?"

Zhao Chengfeng frowned when he heard this, thinking of Li Mingyang at the Thieves Inn and the dog licking in the yard yesterday.

"Are you two so disgusted now?"

　On the brink of death
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  (End of this chapter)