Slag Shou Cultivating Manual

In fact, Heron did not deliberately treat Chen Zhenyang so indifferently, but the hegemony, coercion, and desire to control his breath made him very unhappy.

Besides, his requirements for the two are fundamentally different.

He hoped that Zhen Xunyang would accomplish his great cause, complete the power demanded in the booklet, and even become the eternal Mingjun and become famous in history.

Zhen Zhenren is just a variable that does not appear in his plan in his life in the world. He only needs to fulfill his responsibilities assigned by the emperor and educate him into an excellent gentleman.

Therefore Zhen Zhenyang won Zhen Yanren in the regional martial arts test. He didn't feel that he was pleased because this should be the case.

But look at the seat, everything close to Zhen Xiuyang is heartfelt, he should first appease it.

There was nothing exciting about the next martial arts test, and Heron touched his hair and said to him, "Go back, it's hot, and the minister prepared a cold cake for His Royal Highness."

Zhen Yanyang's eyes were slightly bright, and he flung his lips away, leaving with a muffled voice.

Until he reached the room, he suddenly stopped and shouted softly to Heron.

"Sir, I hurt."

Heron looked questioningly at him, and Zhen Xunyang opened his clothes generously to show him.

Sure enough, a bruising bruise was very noticeable on the delicate skin.

It was time to find someone to help him take the medicine, Heron thought anxiously.

But looking up, Zhen Yunyang couldn't say whether he was aggrieved or expectant, and he realized it, immediately took the ointment consciously, and let him lie on the bedside.

Zhen Xunyang was content, like a lazy canine, stretched his limbs, ignored his bedside, and fell directly on his knees.

"Does it really hurt?"

Heron looked at the sound of his screaming, and frowned, asking that the movements on his hands were much lighter.

Enjoying his touch, Zhen Xunyang was about to hum comfortably, but was misunderstood as shouting, and he was still decisive, "Of course, that bastard-that kid, looks very weak, but it is cruel , When you get the chance, punch hard. "

Herron smiled slightly. How could there be no reason to fight back on the stage?

"Isn't it easy for you to start, punching and kicking, seeing the shocked."

This remark made Zhen Zhenyang unhappy, and he turned over with anger.

"Sir, do you still feel bad?"

Of course, Heron was afraid to say that he quickly shook his head, and the little devil looked slightly slower, asking for compensation instructions to continue rubbing the bruises on his back.

"feel better now?"

Upon hearing Heron's soft kiss, Zhen Yunyang still lazily rested on him and refused to get up. With a sleepy gesture, he narrowed his eyes and said, "It hurts."

Still? It's been half an hour, and seeing that he's got an inch and feet, Heron yelled: "Remember that Ren'er hasn't been so heavy--"

"Can't you hold me any more ... Explain what I'm doing." Zhen Xunyang pouted, and no longer covered up, reluctantly got up from him.

"His Highness thought, could he still not know?"

"Yeah." Zhen Yanyang's mouth put a hint of irony, but he didn't think so. In short, many things he thought might not be seen by the husband.

For example, he hates his title, his Highness and his courtiers, and he doesn't see such alienation when talking to others.

He raised his eyes and said, "Sir calls the twelfth emperor for Ren."

Heron nodded, using his eyes to ask him if there was anything wrong.

Zhen Xunyang looked a little bit out of breath and stomped, "But Mr. Call me my Highness."

Heron nodded unequivocally, because Zhen Haoyang had always used his Highness as his self-proclaimed, and even he himself felt high, how could he call his nickname affectionately.

But now that he had finally settled between the two, Heron compromised his head and blurted out, "Yanger, don't make trouble."

"Well, Yanger doesn't make trouble." Zhen Xunyang got the title, and burst into a proud smile, responding cheerfully.

Although he wanted to ridicule the nickname naive, he heard it very pleasantly.

The face on the nose has always been Zhen Yunyang's specialty. Just after Heron compromised a little, he continued to speak, a sour gas: "Mr. holds the imperial brother's hand to write."

Herron explained calmly: "His Highness writes beautifully, you don't need to hold your hand to write."

For the sake of boasting himself, Zhen Xunyang put aside the matter for a while, as if he wanted to confide all dissatisfaction and injustice in his heart, and asked him for a reason and kept talking.

"Mr. shows me more books now than I do."

He was so shameless to the emperor that he was holding a book every day and asked questions for excuses.

"Now he is reading orthodox books, and a volume is as heavy as a brick of bricks. Do you want to read such a book?" Heron smiled helplessly.

Zhen Liyang turned around in a jealous manner, standing against his hands, and knew that he had always been careful. Even if he didn't like it, he didn't want others to get it.

When he saw him, he refused to look at him, and Heron calmed him. "You are special."

I don't know how long it took before the proud prince turned his head slightly, squinting the smile on the corner of his mouth, and gently squinting his hand.

After half a month, it was estimated that the injuries of the two young men during the martial arts examination were almost the same, so they started a new toss and wrangled and never stopped.

Heron didn't bother to care about these. He teased melon rabbits every day, read a few books, and then went through his easy days. He opened his eyes and closed them.

Zhen Huanren can be considered worry-free. He should not be bullied by Zhen Huanyang at all, but he doesn't mention anything. He only invited him to the study and asked him to review articles for himself.

Although he is young, he has a delicate mind and a good understanding.

Because of the noise in the summer, he specially prepared a compartment for Heron using a screen, and also lightened the smell of incense, which made him very comfortable in the process of the article.

When he was reading it intently, a loud noise came from outside.

Just the fragrant mist seems to have the function of lethargy, Heron yawned lightly, raised his eyelids and glanced out of the screen, the figures were floating, maybe the teenagers started to fight again, but he didn't plan on trivial matters Both.

Outside the screen, Zhen Yanren glanced intently at the huge screen on the left, and then faced Zhen Yang, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and then he responded.

"The emperor is afraid. The emperor knows his qualifications and is not honorable to the emperor. Only then will the husband be so kind to the emperor and care about him everywhere. The emperor is very grateful—"

He spoke slowly, word by word, like showing off that Tai Fu was more partial to him.

At the end, Zhen Huanren's always peaceful face showed a slight malice. He suddenly said lightly: "Brother Huang, do you think you want to monopolize the mind of Mr. Do you know?"

Zhen Puyang's pupils narrowed and her eyes opened inconceivably.

He was domineering by nature, and used his royal dignity and pride to the fullest extent, and tolerate his words.

Especially the thoughts deep in my heart that I hadn't even noticed, were directly exposed by another person, and even made him feel ashamed, blurted out, and knocked him to the ground incidentally.

"Stop, you idiot! Sir, you can also approach such a filthy person ?! Whimsy!"

Zhen Yanren was still calm after being scolded. The wind rose lightly, sorted out his coat, and lowered his head to conceal the look on his face. The reaction of the other side was within his expectation, which just made him succeed.

Sure enough, his imperial brother was impetuous and couldn't hold his breath. In just one sentence, his ambition was lost, and he was irritated to tear off the surface of his honorary hold.

Seeing Zhen Yanren not talking, being insulted by him and a touch of excitement, Zhen Yanyang only felt weird. At the same time, after a glance of Yuguang glanced at the screen, a shadow floated, and his heart was not good.

It is impossible for Heron to hear such a big movement or ignore them when the two really have a conflict.

I saw a wiped corner floating out, with an imperceptible anger on his face, he stepped out and glanced at the two men, then kept his eyes on Zhen Yunyang.

Zhen Xunyang wanted to explain subconsciously, but couldn't say anything. He looked at the seemingly innocent emperor. He was also half a word without explanation. He changed his calmness, bit his lip, turned pale, and shook slightly, carefully. Look at Mr.

The anger he saw was burning, and he instantly understood the trick he was playing. Although he was usually sharp, he now stretched his lips against the gentleman's lips, unable to say a word.

Because the irritation that Mr. Indifferent's eyes brought in his eyes was so strong that his brain suddenly became blank, what would he explain? Will his explanation still be believed?

"It seems you have nothing to say."

Heron, who could not wait for any explanation from him, retracted his gaze, sighed, tightened his sleeves tightly, turned around, no longer looked at him, for fear that he would not be able to punish him when he looked at those eyes full of astonishment. He is half-pointed.

"Please ask the 9th prince to reflect on her rudeness, and go to the outer courtyard of the dorm to think about it for two hours, and no one is allowed to come near."

Zhen Liyang was spoiled to the ranks of more than 10,000 people, but when the tiger was tamed by him, the true power has already given him the tiger's chain.

The emperor gave Heron the right to dispose of Zhen Yang, which represented his greatest trust.

Heron never thought that he would have such a day with Zhen Yang, but he felt that the punishment was necessary.

His Royal Highness in the recent period of time, his state of mind is unprecedented impetuous, his emperor is not making himself difficult, and his attitude towards him is getting more and more □□, giving him a sense of uncomfortable restraint, and this feeling is between them The relationship should not have happened.

Although the people were afraid of His Royal Highness, it is reasonable to say that Tai Fu had this right to discipline him, and they had to step forward carefully and ask him to go out.

Zhen Xunyang kept silent, looking at Mr. Xiang's back, but saw no signs of turning back to him. He only felt that his whole strength was being drawn from the bone marrow, a little bit.

He froze, and scolded Zhen Yanren: "The villain is proud!" Immediately, with a hint of grumbling, he could not tell whether it was grievance or anger. He shook his sleeves and turned away.

Zhen Yunyang can sue at his father's place as before. Although he really insulted his younger brother, his father always loves him and will not punish him.

But he didn't know why, he really came to the wall of the outer courtyard in despair, and one stop was an hour. He thought resentfully that he was so compromised because he was afraid that Mr. was really angry.

But he couldn't figure it out, the man was so indifferent to right and wrong to him for an outsider.

At the same time, he couldn't figure out why he hated him so much, but he still listened to him.

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