This evil king is a little annoying

Chapter 138 The Big Apple

It was Qianchengxiu, the Prince of the Eastern Palace.

Seeing Qianchengxiu's limping appearance, many people who came to sign up covered their mouths for fear of laughing.

When the prince arrived, naturally no one dared to block the road, and they all took the initiative to make a way.

After a long time of exhaustion, the prince finally moved his ass to the registration office of the martial arts class, patted the table and said to the general in charge of recording, "Remember my name."

The young general was shocked but couldn't return to the divine way for a long time: "His Royal Highness, are you coming too?"

"What nonsense, you didn't see me standing here!"

The crown prince was also in the wrong. The Jinling competition was too embarrassing, so Emperor Dongling specially arranged for the crown prince to sign up too.

The prince was not well, so he had to come.

Suddenly thinking of something, the prince knocked on the table again: "Arrange me to study under Han Tuo, don't let King Qi teach me."

The general didn't dare to say a word, and he wrote down whatever the prince arranged.

Even though Qianchengyin's power and ability far surpassed that of the prince, in terms of orthodox status, the prince was still above Qianchengyin.

Compared with the martial arts registration office, other qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, medicine, gossip and etiquette are obviously deserted.

Although there was also a line, but it was completely counted.

Su Qiqi sighed and followed behind the etiquette registration team.

After waiting in line for more than half an hour, I was bored and wanted to fall asleep.

There was a sudden noise from the Wuxiu class registration office.

"I said, you have to be reasonable in doing things, why don't you let me sign up!"

The sky-blue azure shirt, the red sandalwood folding fan smashed the registration table, and it was the son-in-law.

"Registration must be in your real name."

The general in charge of the record glanced at Gong Ziyu dissatisfied, and waved to the next one.

"Hey, wait, my surname is Tai, and my name is Tai Rich."

"Why don't you call him Te Yingjun? Take out your Dongling residence permit." Naturally, the general did not believe Gongziyu's words, and proposed to check Gongziyu's residence certificate in Dongling.

The yamen of each city will issue a certificate to the law-abiding city residents to prove their identity.

"Residence certificate, I have it, I have it." Gongziyu took out a booklet and handed it to the general.

Just as the general was about to open it, Young Master Yu said again: "I came all the way, and I didn't bring anything to get it. This apple is for you."

A big golden apple, shining with a unique light in the sun, is made of pure gold, and even the leaves are made of gold lifelike, not only gold, but also a work of art.

Clearly worth a fortune.

No one would have a grudge against Qian, and the military general was no exception. Seeing the huge golden apple, his eyes were straight, he quickly took it, and secretly hid it.

Then he lowered his head, lifted his clothes to cover his vision, and took a secret bite to see if it was real gold.

"How is it, apples are delicious." Gongziyu asked with one hand on his chin, his arm on the table, and his fingers lightly bouncing on the table.

"It's delicious, it's so delicious." The general showed his head and kept wiping the saliva from his mouth.

Young Master Yu was stunned for a moment, obviously he didn't expect that this general's saliva would flow out of excitement, it's too unpromising.

"If you do well, I can consider sending you a watermelon next time." Young Master Yu said absentmindedly.

The general opened the Dongling residence permit that Gongziyu had just handed over. Inside was a pile of white paper, but there were golden tickets sandwiched between the white papers.

The saliva that had just been wiped off came out again.

(End of this chapter)