Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 6 After we sing, you come on stage

"Pfft."

Xiao Minghuang's eyes made Song Moping laugh out loud.

"Why are you laughing suddenly?" Fang Jishi followed his eyes and saw that the second prince had turned his head and was applauding the uncle who said something wonderful.

Song Moping said angrily: "Just look at your prince and you will know."

The three of them looked around and saw that the smile on the eldest prince's face was quite stiff.

Wu Meng smiled and said: "The banquet was really long, not to mention that it's not as unrestrained as we have here."

"Then what can we do? Prince Qing is the elder of the emperor's uncle. If he doesn't say disbandment, is it possible that he can still call the prince out alone?"

Francis rolled his eyes.

Wu Meng thought for a moment and looked at Song Moping: "There is a way, but it may offend Prince Qing. Are you going?"

"tell me the story."

Wu Meng whispered a few words in this guy's ear.

Song Moping thought for a while, nodded and said, "Brother Meng, I believe you."

After saying that, he got up and went to the kitchen. He leaned slightly and came over with a bowl of soup.

This is a hangover soup made by the chef.

Song Moping glanced at Wu Meng, then walked into the courtyard in a hurry, and walked to Xiao Minghuang's side: "Master, you can't drink too much. This is a soup prepared by the kitchen, which can relieve hangover."

Prince Xiao Qing and the eldest prince both looked over.

Xiao Minghuang was stunned for a moment, then reached out to pick it up.

Snapped!

The soup slipped from Song Moping's hand, and the soup splashed everywhere, soaking the two people's robes and staining them into a mess.

Song Moping's expression was stunned, and then he knelt down with a look of horror on his face, and confessed again and again.

The second prince waved his hand: "You will hug me. It's obvious that I lost my hand in a moment of confusion."

When Prince Xiao Qing saw this, he stopped and scolded him with a smile: "It's frivolous, but sincere, so I won't punish you. Why don't you help the second prince to change clothes quickly!"

The two of them walked out.

Seeing Wu Meng, Song Moping wanted to wave, but Wu Meng stopped him with his eyes, so he had to blink.

Immediately, the three of them left together.

This saucy operation made Fang Jishi's scalp numb and dumbfounded.

Are you inviting people out?

He opened his mouth, intending to stop Wu Meng and ask for a few words, but the person had already walked away, so he could only look at the backs of the three of them, thoughtfully.

On the way here, Xiao Minghuang changed his attitude from the banquet and looked quite excited.

"It has to be you Wu Meng! And Mo Ping's expression just now, out of ten, I can give it eleven points."

I learned this sentence from Wu Meng, who said it earlier.

Wu Meng smiled and said: "Is it because you show your true feelings?"

Song Moping patted his chest: "Sir, Prince Qing is a first-rate master. I'm really afraid, I'm not acting!"

"I know, I know. The emperor's uncle previously promised that the hundred-year-old tiger bone soup is so powerful. It is a secret recipe of the palace. I also have a way to get more for you to share."

After chatting all the way, Wu Meng returned to the wing just after midnight.

Taking advantage of today's harvest, he first stood on the Thunder Eagle Stake for half an hour to digest, and then practiced the Liuhe Thunder Eagle Kung Fu for a while.

By the time I finished washing myself and went to bed, it was already late at night.

Lying on the bed, he summed it up.

After washing my muscles and cutting down my marrow once, and my muscles and bones are improving every day, I should have no problem getting started with Thunder Eagle Kung Fu within three years.

In addition, the twenty-four dozen cathodes of the young eagle evolve into thunder eagle stakes, which can improve the qualifications.

Does it mean that other martial arts can have similar effects after reaching the cathode?

This requires experimentation.

Yimu Shengsheng Gong is a good target, but it will take at least ten or twenty years to practice it to perfection.     In addition to this exercise method, it seems that there is only the non-exercise method "Jue Shan Yao Jing".

This is a scripture that specializes in analyzing the properties of medicines, specifically focusing on medicinal materials from mountainous areas.

Both Wu Meng and Song Moping had studied after going up the mountain, and after years of accumulation, Wu Meng had achieved some success.

Although it is still some distance away from perfection, it is at least closer than Yimu Shengsheng Gong.

That’s it, it’s best to find a pharmacology teacher.

Wu Meng made a plan and then thought of another question.

That is the relationship with the second prince.

Today, Francis Jishi is right about one thing. Emperors are always changeable. Wu Meng can be friends with the second prince, but he must not establish a relationship of dependence or semi-dependence.

This meant that he had to at least get rid of the second prince's influence first.

This is another headache.

After thinking for a long time, Wu Meng fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, when Wu Meng was about to go up the mountain, he was stopped by Song Moping who came running.

"The eldest prince and Prince Qing are leaving. Why don't they go to the mountains? Let's go together to see them off."

The two rushed to the front hall and did not see Prince Qing, but they saw the sullen eldest prince.

He was asking the second prince to say something, and when he saw Song Moping, his eyes lit up: "Second brother, you are a quick-thinking little medicine boy. I heard that you have excellent foundation. How about giving it to me?"

"Brother Huang is joking."

"I'll give you something good in exchange!"

Xiao Minghuang still shook his head: "Mo Ping is not a tool, how can we exchange it! If the emperor is interested, you might as well ask for his own opinion, but let's make an agreement first. If he refuses, you can't be upset."

"Am I such a narrow-minded person?"

The eldest prince's face darkened, he took a few steps forward and put his hand on Song Moping's arm.

"Mo Ping, you and my second brother have a deep relationship. I shouldn't have forced the demolition, but the capital city is a place where the wind and clouds meet. If you really intend to achieve something great, you should never stay in this barren mountain, let alone leave. It’s not just about severing the relationship with my second brother… As for all the resources for practicing kung fu, I can grant you them, and they won’t be even half as good as the emperor’s uncle.”

"Are you willing?"

Song Moping lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

He leaned slightly and raised his head: "Thank you very much, eldest prince, for your kindness! I still have to help the young master to recuperate his body and bones."

"Well!"

The eldest prince rubbed his forehead, pointed with his finger, and finally ignored him. Instead, he turned around and said, "Second brother, are you really not going back to the capital? If you can take over the affairs of the government earlier, you will be able to shoulder my burden in the future." Be lighter."

The second prince smiled and said: "Brother, the emperor will shoulder the world on his shoulders, so naturally it would be better if the burden is heavier."

"Okay. Then I won't advise you."

After bidding farewell to the eldest prince and Prince Xiao Qing, the bustling Jueshan finally calmed down.

On the way back to the mountain, Song Moping suddenly said: "Where's Fang Jishi? Why don't you see that stinker around the eldest prince today?"

Xiao Minghuang said nothing.

Song Moping looked at Wu Meng.

Wu Meng was riding on the horse, deep in thought. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he also didn't make a sound.

Finally, the old butler accompanying him spoke.

"You're talking about the boy who knocked over the eldest prince's soup bowl last night, right? He was beheaded by Prince Qing on the spot, and his body and head were separated."

"I heard that Prince Qing came to accuse me early this morning."

"What's the crime?" Wu Meng asked.

"The crime of drunkenness." The second prince answered.

In the scorching sun, Song Moping was riding a horse, his back soaked with cold sweat.

(End of this chapter)