Hearing that Emperor Zhengde had arrived, Yang Ling and Zhang Fubao did not dare to be negligent and hurriedly returned to their rooms to change their clothes. In a short while, Yang Ling, wearing a python robe and a jade belt, and Zhang Fubao, wearing a Taoist robe, hurried back to the "Pot Immortal Hall" and welcomed the Taoist Master's residence side by side.
Emperor Zhengde was a casual person. On his journey to the south, his officials treated him with common dishes from commoners' homes and he did not mind at all. Why would he put on airs and wait for Yang Ling and the Taoist Master to come down the mountain to welcome him? Zhu Houzhao held Tang Yixian's hand and followed behind by Yongfu, Yongchun and Xiang'er. They enjoyed the scenery along the way and strolled up the mountain.
Yang Ling and Zhang Fubao were halfway to welcome him and coincidentally saw Zhengde's Emperor coming up the mountain. Yang Ling hurriedly took a few steps forward, lifted his robe and saluted, loudly declaring: "Subject Yang Ling pays respect to the Emperor."
Zhang Fubao also hurriedly went forward to greet the Emperor. Emperor Zhengde was in a good mood. Without waiting for Zhang Fubao to speak, he smiled and went forward to help them up. He looked at Zhang Fubao from head to toe and smiled: "I remember when I first ascended the throne, I saw the Taoist Master once. Ah! I didn't expect that after two years, the Taoist Master is still as elegant as before, but his appearance is even more handsome. "
When Zhang Fu Bao heard this, he laughed dryly and said, "Reporting to Your Majesty, this little Daoist is Zhang Fu Bao, Celestial Master's younger sister. Because Celestial Master is not in the residence, this little Daoist came to welcome you on behalf of my elder brother."
Zheng De's smile immediately stiffened. Two years ago, when he met Celestial Master Zhang, there were many officials by his side. How could he remember clearly at a glance? Now that he saw her and Yang Ling walking shoulder to shoulder to welcome him, and that she was dressed in a grand official's robe, he naturally thought that it was Celestial Master Zhang. Now that he heard Zhang Fubao, he realized that the Taoist in front of him had curved eyebrows, limpid eyes, a peach blossom face and soft skin. which part of him looked like a man?
Yongfu and Yongchun remembered her and smiled: "Sister Fu Bao, long time no see. You are a grown woman now."
When Zhang Fubao saw the two of them, he quickly bowed and said: "The Taoist greets the two princesses."
The greeting of the three dispelled the awkwardness of Emperor Zhengde recognizing the wrong person. Zhang Fubao also greeted Imperial Concubine Tang and Princess Xiang'er according to the greeting. She answered gracefully and behaved like a lady. Yang Ling, who was used to seeing her childish appearance, could not help but be amazed.
Yongfu and Xiang 'er were worried about Yang Ling. Now that they saw their Langjun, it was not convenient for them to go forward and talk to him. They could only look at him with their eyes. This made it much easier for Yang Ling. He only needed to look at them sneakily. No one knew who he was looking at. Anyway, he managed to coax the two girls into a smile. He felt sweet in his heart.
The two accompanied Emperor Zhengde to the Taoist Master's Mansion. At this time, everyone in the mansion had already received the news. They swept the courtyard and prepared a banquet. The old Taoist Master's wife put on her imperial robe and solemnly walked out of the mansion to welcome the Emperor.
The group of people finished their greetings and sat down at the 'Pot Immortal Hall'. The Taoist Master's wife accompanied the three princesses and Imperial Concubine to the women's guest room in the inner court. Although Zhang Fubao was a woman, she was now in the position of Taoist Master, so she waited on the Emperor in the middle hall.
Seeing that the two 'creditors' had left, Yang Ling immediately relaxed. He cupped his hands to Emperor Zhengde and said: "Your Majesty, aren't you in Nanchang? Why did you come in person? Crown Prince King Ning is only a few people, there is no need to alarm Your Majesty. "
Zhengde said with a smile: "I removed Ning Fan and dealt with the local officials in Jiangxi. I had nothing to do in Nanchang. I thought that the place King Ning Crown Prince escaped to was near Mount Longhu, so I came to sightsee. I did not expect beloved subject to be here. Why are you here too?"
Yang Ling hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, Crown Prince King Ning Crown Prince escaped into the deep mountains and great swamps, seeking shelter under the command of the Barbarian King. It is difficult to track him down. I know that Mount Longhu has outstanding prestige in this area, so I went up the mountain to respectfully request Taoist Master to capture the criminal. I was waiting for Taoist Master's news on the mountain, but I did not expect Your Majesty to come."
Zhengde was surprised: "Taoist Master is an expert in subduing demons and eliminating monsters. Why are you also good at capturing criminals?"
Yang Ling hurriedly explained the reason. Zhengde was suddenly enlightened.
He said to Zhang Fubao with a smile: "In that case, I will also stay at Taoist Master's mansion for a period of time. First, I will accompany my beloved concubine to tour the scenery of Mount Longhu. Second, I will wait for Taoist Master's good news."
Zhang Fubao gladly said, "Your Majesty's presence brings light to the humble abode of the Celestial Master Manor. This is a good thing that one could not ask for even if one wished for it. This lowly Taoist is extremely honored. Your Majesty can rest assured and stay here."
Zhengde nodded and said: "Mount Longhu has been famous for thousands of years. Beloved subject often lives on Mount Longhu, have you ever seen a dragon or tiger? "
Zhang Fubao cupped his hands with a smile and said respectfully: "The Taoist lives on the mountain, tigers are common, but dragons? Now that Your Majesty is here, a real dragon has finally appeared on Mount Longhu. "
Yang Ling frowned slightly, he felt a wave of anger rolling around in his stomach, tormenting him a little uncomfortably. But the Emperor was talking to his master, it was not convenient for him to take his leave, so he forced himself to endure it. Hearing Zhang Fubao's clever and clever reply, he couldn't help but take a closer look at Zhang Fubao, thinking, "This little girl, she isn't as unreasonable as when she was talking to me, treating people like this and answering questions with alertness, it's very rare."
Emperor Zhengde was very happy after hearing this. He said with a smile: "Beloved subject, you really know how to talk. The Longhu Sect is the leader of the Southern Sect of Taoism. They are skilled in talismans and alchemy. Would I be fated to learn about such a cultivation and longevity technique?"
Yang Ling heard this and immediately became nervous. If the ruler of a country indulged in cultivation and alchemy, there was no way he wouldn't be confused by the demonic path and bring disaster to the world. The current Emperor was very curious and wanted to understand everything. He just had the aura of a wise and virtuous ruler, so he must not indulge in this path.
Yang Ling was about to say something to dissuade her when Zhang Fubao stood up from the chair and solemnly bowed. She said: "Cultivation and alchemy are things that we do in the mountains, not suitable for a ruler. Your Majesty is the son of heaven and has received the mandate of heaven to govern the country. It is enough for you to become an emperor like Yao and Shun. How can you abandon the big and chase the small? "
Zhengde's dragon body was at ease and his whole body was comfortable. He clapped his hands and laughed. He was about to tease this female Taoist who looked like a little adult when he heard the faint sound of rolling thunder. Zhengde was surprised and said: "It is winter right now. Even if it is warm here and the grass is green, there shouldn't be thunder at this time of the year, right?"
Yang Ling blushed and stuttered: "Your Majesty, please forgive me. It was your subject... uh, I think my stomach was cold, so my intestines suddenly sounded like thunder. It wasn't the sound of thunder."
Zheng De burst out laughing, but Zhang Fubao raised his eyebrows. His eyes, which were as clear as autumn water, instantly emitted a greedy glint. "The drug's effect has taken effect? I wonder how his cultivation is going this time. Is he going to become an immortal or get drunk? "
Zhengde hurriedly asked: "Is it a problem? Should we ask the imperial physician to take a look?"
Yang Ling squeezed out a smile and said: "Your subject is not a problem. Your Majesty must be worried."
Zhengde nodded and continued: "What my beloved subject said is reasonable. Becoming an immortal or a buddha is an ethereal thing. I am the Son of Heaven, so I should properly govern the country. Becoming a saint or a virtuous person is the most important thing. However, legend has it that the Taoist master Zhang practiced the Nine Heavens Divine Pill on this mountain and proved the Great Way. For a time, ghosts and gods were shocked and dragons and tigers appeared. Presumably, that scene must have been very spectacular. Now that I have come to Mount Longhu, I have not seen a tiger or a dragon. It is somewhat regretful. "
Yang Ling listened to him ramble on and on. His intestines were cramping unbearably. He could only take a deep breath with a pale face and endure it. He thought to himself: "Most likely... it is that little girl Zhang Fubao who cooked the half-cooked medicinal cuisine and gave me a stomach ache."
While observing the changes in Yang Ling, Zhang Fubao casually replied: "Your Majesty, isn't there a pair of dragons and tigers on this Mount Longhu now? There are the Walking Dragon, the Hidden Dragon, the Cloud Dragon, and the Crouching Dragon. All kinds of dragons are respected by the Son of Heaven and the True Dragon. With the Son of Heaven here, even the wild dragons have to avoid him. "
Zhengde smiled and said: "Oh? So the dragon of this Mount Longhu belongs to me. What about the tiger? Who does it belong to? "
Zhang Fubao pointed at Yang Ling and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, isn't this Duke Wei in front of you a fierce tiger?"
Zhengde clapped his hands and laughed. He said to Yang Ling: "Subject Yang, did you hear that? The dragon and tiger belong to you and your subject. Haha, isn't this interesting?"
Yang Ling suppressed his anger. His forehead was almost covered in sweat. He forced a smile and nodded in a very 'cultured and refined' manner. He was afraid that if he used too much strength, he would crack on the spot.
Seeing that the Emperor was happy, Zhang Fubao took the opportunity to say: "Your Majesty has the wisdom of a benevolent saint. You have an imposing manner and physique. You have the eyebrows and eyes of a phoenix. You have a natural disposition. Moreover, Duke is skilled in both the pen and the sword. You are the pillar of the court. You have the roar of a tiger on the mountain. You have the head of a tiger and the brain of a tiger … "
Zhengde couldn't help laughing and said: "Subject Yang has the head of a tiger and the brain of a tiger?"
Zhang Fubao took a step back and pointed at Yang Ling with a stutter: "Why is the Duke eyeing the Taoist covetously?"
When the Zhengde Emperor turned his head, he couldn't help but jump in fright. No wonder Zhang Fubao was so scared that she started spouting nonsense. He saw Yang Ling's face was green with a tinge of red, his features twisted and ugly, his brows tightly knitted and his eyes wide open, as though he was about to devour someone. Zhang Fubao was a young lady, how could she not be afraid of him glaring at her?
"Subject Yang, what's wrong?" Emperor Zhengde hurriedly asked.
Yang Ling kept his mouth shut and didn't say a word. He suddenly jumped up from his chair and dashed out.
Emperor Zhengde was shocked: "Where are you going?"
He saw Yang Ling walk like a dragon or a tiger and disappeared. From afar, a voice came from the sky: "Subject, going out to pay his respects!"
Zheng De looked at Zhang Fubao in bewilderment. Zhang Fubao let out a hollow laugh and said, "Your Majesty, please take a look. Wei Guo Gongzheng is a tiger general in front of the True Dragon, a fierce tiger coming out to pay respect, he is also different from others."
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The pitiful Yang Ling ran all the way to the toilet. After much difficulty, he solved the problem. He cleaned his hands and returned to the 'Pot Immortal Hall'. Before he could say a few words, he turned and dashed out again. This happened three times. Emperor Zhengde could see that something was wrong. He hurriedly asked Yang Ling to go back to his room to rest. He called the imperial physician over to examine him and gave him a prescription to boil the medicine.
Yang Ling was almost dehydrated from all the exertion. Little Fu Bao 'er, who had gotten into trouble, felt guilty and could not bear to see this. She had made two rounds of elixirs, but two people had collapsed. It was depressing. However, in her confusion, she thought of a reason: If mortals wanted to become immortals, they naturally had to cleanse the land of five grains and reincarnation. Perhaps the medicine that was concocted this time was somewhat correct. Otherwise, how could a tonic have a laxative effect after being concocted?
Zhang Fubao lowered his head and silently stood beside the pale and dying Yang Ling's bed. He secretly clenched his fists and swore: "Poor Duke Wei, your efforts will not go to waste. I must continue to test unyieldingly. How can there be a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? I will definitely achieve the Great Way! "
After two to three days of recuperation, Yang Ling's body gradually recovered. Princess Yongfu only came to visit once. Being in the Taoist Master Mansion, there were guards and servants everywhere. Although she was worried, it was not convenient for her to visit Yang Ling. Xiang'er, on the other hand, took advantage of her young age and often went out to enjoy the scenery with Yongchun, so she could visit him openly. Yongfu learned about Yang Ling's condition through her sister. When she learned that he had stabilized, she was relieved.
Yang Ling's physical strength gradually recovered, but his limbs were still a little sore and weak. It was a good opportunity to rest in the mansion. At this moment, he was lying on the high bed, reading a book to relieve his boredom.
What he was reading was the 'Classic of Mountains and Seas'. Although there were 'Tao Te Ching', 'Bao Pu Zi' and other Taoist classics on the bookshelf, they were a bit boring for him. This' Classic of Mountains and Seas' covered a wide range of topics, including geography, products, witchcraft, religion, medicine, folklore, and many other aspects. He only picked some supernatural stories to relieve his boredom.
At this moment, the door opened and Zhang Fubao carefully walked in with a lacquer plate. She was the host, and it was she who had caused Yang Ling to be in such a state. She felt bad about it, so she often asked someone to cook some nourishing food for Yang Ling over the past two days.
The first time she brought the medicinal diet, Yang Ling could not open his mouth no matter how eloquent she was. This made little Fu Bao angry and embarrassed. Later, she learned to be obedient and brought the chef as a witness when she brought the porridge. Only then did Yang Ling bite the bullet and eat it several times without any problems. Only then did he believe that this medicinal diet was not made by Miss Zhang.
At this moment, seeing Zhang Fubao come in, Yang Ling quickly put down the book, smiled and bowed. He put the pillow higher and said, "These things can be done by the servants. How would I dare to trouble you?"
Zhang Fubao smiled and said, "You are too polite. It's all because Fu Bao's cooking skills are not good enough … Oh! My cooking skills are not good enough. That's why you are in this state. I should serve you. "
Yang Ling smiled and put his arm behind his head. He said in a relaxed manner, "Look at you now. You are like a young lady. In my eyes, you've always been that innocent and adorable little girl from two years ago. Two days ago, when I saw you talking to His Majesty, your manner of dealing with people and your responses were unexpectedly generous and appropriate. At that time, it really surprised me. "
Zhang Fubao wrinkled his nose and smiled proudly, "Actually, brother has a lot of work. Every year, I am the one who greets and entertains the local gentry, officials and Taoist priests from other Taoist mansions who come to the mountain to pay their respects. Isn't it easy for me to handle these things?"
She put the lacquer plate on the table and said, "It was just cooked in the kitchen. It is still hot. Let it sit for a while."
Zhang Fubao said as he sat down next to Yang Ling's couch. He picked up the book and glanced at it. He said jokingly, "Reading the Classic of Mountains and Seas? You are the disciple of Confucius and a high-ranking official of the imperial court. No one can compare to you in terms of glory, splendor, wealth, fame and fortune. You are also thinking of joining Taoism and pursuing immortality? "
Yang Ling smiled and said, "I am just reading some supernatural stories to relieve my boredom. Not to mention the fact that mortals spend their whole lives pursuing immortality and Buddha. The hope is slim. Even if they really become immortality, so what?"
Zhang Fubao curled his lips and said, "You are comforting yourself because you do not have the chance. You scholars pursue fame and fortune, but we Daoists pursue to become immortals, to live forever and never grow old. Give up your name and relic, abandon all desires and seek Taoism. Once you have achieved Taoism, you will not feel hunger or thirst, pain, longevity and immortality. That is eternity. "
Yang Ling smiled and said, "What is so good about that kind of eternity? No desires and immortality. What is the difference between that and a rock? Legend has it that father, Bao Puzi, Ancestor Chen Tuan, and the Taoist master Zhang of the Longhu Sect are all immortals. For thousands of years, none of them have returned. Even if there is a celestial world, it is still separated by human and god. Then to become immortality, is to go to a strange place and live forever without desires? What is the difference between that and passing away hopelessly in a prison for all eternity? "
Yang Ling smiled and said, "In any case, I like this kind of life very much. I have things to do, friends, a wife, and children. I have joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. I enjoy growing up from a child to an adult, loving husband and wife, and having children and grandchildren around my knees. As for immortals, they have nothing to look forward to, nor do they have any desires. They live the same life day after day, year after year. I cannot imagine what is so good about that kind of life."
Zhang Fubao snorted in dissatisfaction. He was about to put on airs and argue with him when there was a cough at the door. Princess Xiang'er appeared. She saw that Yang Ling and Zhang Fubao were very close to each other, talking cheerfully and wittily. It was obvious that they were very intimate. Princess Xiang'er was immediately displeased.
Seeing that she had arrived, Zhang Fubao hurriedly stood up to greet her. Princess Xiang'er returned the greeting with a straight face and said, "Oh … the Imperial Noble Consort has cooked some porridge for High Duke. I was just about to leave, so I brought it over on the way. I will be leaving soon, please continue your conversation."
Zhang Fubao was very obedient. He hurriedly smiled and said, "I dare not. Your Highness, please sit. The Taoist still has to return to the alchemy room to meditate and cultivate. I was going to leave anyway. Farewell, farewell."
Zhang Fubao floated up and left. Zhu Xiang'er had someone bring the food box into the room, then she sat down in front of the bed. She glanced at the palace maid who accompanied her and closed the door. She then snorted and said with jealousy, "You rascal, you are not honest even when you are sick. She is a female Taoist cultivator. You want to have designs on her?"
Yang Ling laughed and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Miss Fu Bao is the host. When I am sick, of course she will come to visit often. How is there any romantic interest?"
Zhu Xiang'er pouted and said, "You rascal, I don't trust you. Sister Yongfu is a nun. Didn't she still get tricked by you? Imperial sister-in-law has said that you are very good at tricking women … "
Yang Ling sighed and said, "Sigh! She is my sister after all. I only have this little ability, yet she still goes around spreading it on my behalf. "
Zhu Xiang'er was angry and amused at the same time. She pretended to pinch his arm 'hard' before saying gently, "Look at you. You have not recovered yet and you are already glib with your words. You are not allowed to eat the food she gave you. I have also brought porridge. Let me feed you some. "
Yang Ling said nervously, "If someone sees me being served by the Princess, it will be terrible. I will do it myself."
Zhu Xiang'er glared at him and retorted, "Nonsense. Isn't it me who will be serving you sooner or later?"
Seeing Yang Ling's strange look, Zhu Xiang'er's pretty face flushed red. She hurriedly stammered, "Ah! I mean … the service I was talking about … Why are you looking at me like that? Damn it! Damn it! I will beat you to death, you bastard! "
Zhu Xiang'er angrily pinched and pinched his arm. Yang Ling hurriedly begged for mercy, "Princess, please spare my life. I did not say it was any other service."
Zhu Xiang'er blushed and said angrily, "You still dare to say it?"
Yang Ling immediately shut his mouth. Zhu Xiang 'er glared at him hatefully, muttering as she opened the food container. She took out a small porcelain bowl and scooped out some porridge from the jar. She scooped it up with a jade spoon and blew on it gently to cool it before feeding it to Yang Ling. She said indignantly, "Sigh, where did your wit go? You should think of a way to get His Majesty's approval so that we can be together openly. "
"Mmm mmm …" Yang Ling was like Zhu Bajie. He only cared about enjoying the beauty's service and did not dare to continue.
Zhu Xiang'er said, "Even Zhang Fubao can come to see you. But what about me? I have to use your sister's name to make a bowl of porridge for you. Just thinking about it makes me feel indignant! "
Yang Ling's jaw dropped. He said in a daze, "Ah? This porridge … You made it? "
"Of course. Sister Yongfu also made porridge, but she was too embarrassed to send it to you, so she asked me to do it. So, I ate her porridge and made porridge for you at the same time. I finished her porridge and finished your porridge."
Zhu Xiang'er stuffed another spoonful of porridge into her mouth. Her eyes were filled with the smugness of a child fighting for attention. "Hehe, is my porridge better than Sister Yongfu's?"
"…"
"Why aren't you saying anything?"
"Good! Good … "
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Under Zhu Xiang'er's authority, Yang Ling did not dare to refuse to eat. He was like a pitiful lab rat, trembling with fear as he drank a bowl of porridge that Princess Xiang'er had personally made for him. He tried it and did not feel any discomfort. He had just relaxed when Zhu Xiang'er excitedly went to the table and scooped a steaming bowl of porridge. She walked back to sit down and said, "Is it good? Come, have some more. I've put in a lot of effort. "
Yang Ling ate a bowl of hot porridge and his forehead was already sweating. He smiled bitterly as he took the bowl and said, "My body has just recovered. I'm weak and can't take much. I'll just have one bowl. Let's …"
Just as he said this, he heard someone say, "Is the High Duke feeling better? Sister-in-law asked me to look for you. You should go and talk to my brother."
When Yang Ling heard Yongchun's voice, he heard footsteps heading towards the door. He hurriedly lifted the blanket and hid the porridge between his legs. Yongchun pushed the door open and entered. Seeing Xiang'er sitting in the room, she asked curiously, "Xiang'er, I couldn't find you. Why are you here?"
Xiang'er hurriedly got up and said, "Oh, Sister made hot porridge for the High Duke. I brought it here for her."
Yang Ling grimaced from the heat of the porridge. He could not help but feel regret when he heard this. "Yes, I can push the blame on Yongfu. Why should I feel guilty? I brought this upon myself."
He slightly spread his legs and carefully moved up to avoid the edge of the bowl. At the same time, he said calmly, "Your humble servant greets Your Highness. May I know what happened?"
Princess Yongchun sat down at the table and said helplessly, "What else could happen? Isn't it just my brother? Other than that hothead, what else could it be that even we can't do anything about? "
Yang Ling was originally sitting and could not move much. The hot porridge was baking the tender flesh at the base of his thigh. In addition to that vital area, it was really unbearable. He tightened his voice and said, "Your Majesty … what happened?"
Yongchun rolled her eyes at him and said angrily, "This Princess is talking about serious matters with you. Why are you imitating a eunuch's tone?"
Xiang'er nervously said, "I think the High Duke's stomach is not feeling well. Yongchun, what happened to the Emperor?"
Yongchun sighed and slapped her thigh. "It's a long story."
Yang Ling's voice trembled as he said, "Then … please make the long story short, Your Highness."
Yongchun pinched her chin and said suspiciously, "Strange, your voice sounds strange today."
Yang Ling tried his best to slowly spread his legs apart, but there was a bowl at the base of his thigh. No matter how he tried, he could not avoid it. If he moved too much, the bowl of porridge would overturn. He sucked in a cold breath and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying. "Your humble servant is weak after an acute illness. May I know what happened to the Emperor?"
Yongchun sighed and said, "The Taoist master Zhang has returned. That King Yao is afraid of the Taoist master and personally escorted Crown Prince King Ning and his entourage back."
"Ah! This is a happy occasion! " Yang Ling cheered exaggeratedly. He took the opportunity to sit up a little and let his little brother move further away from the bowl of porridge. Then he sadly discovered that the bowl of porridge had overturned...
Yang Ling sat up and supported himself with both hands on the bed. His eyes were wet and he pretended to be nonchalant as he asked, "This is a happy occasion. The Princess said that the Emperor … what happened to the Emperor?"
Yongchun said, "The problem is that King Yao is even more ignorant than the Yelang. He does not know the greatness of Ming Destiny. He is only afraid of ghosts and gods and has no choice but to hand over Crown Prince King Ning. However, he is very disrespectful to Imperial Brother. Although he escorted Crown Prince King Ning up the mountain to hand him over, he brought five hundred warriors with him. He said that if it was not for the Taoist master, he would have defeated Imperial Brother. You also know Imperial Brother's temperament … why are you trembling? "
Yang Ling hurriedly said, "Am I trembling? I am not trembling. I heard that this King Yao is so blindly arrogant and disrespectful to His Majesty. I am extremely angry. "
He had diarrhea for a few days and his iron body could not hold on any longer. His hands had been supporting himself for a while and they were already sore and weak. Yongchun giggled and said, "He is only a barbarian who does not understand the ways of the world. Why are you arguing with him? I really do not understand you men. Imperial Brother also said the same thing. Originally that King Yao was done bragging and was about to leave with his men. But Imperial Brother did not agree and said that this King Miao has no respect for the Emperor. He wanted to imitate the story of Zhuge Kongming capturing Meng Huo seven times. He must subdue this King Yao fair and square so that he will be convinced. "
Yang Ling smiled bitterly and said, "What is there to be surprised about? This King Yao is too disrespectful. He only has five hundred warriors and he thinks that he can move unhindered in the world. It is good to teach him a lesson so that he will not be arrogant."
Yongchun glared at him and said, "Nonsense. Isn't it easy to subdue a small King Yao? But in order to make him convinced, Imperial Brother decided to only send five hundred elite soldiers and he will personally lead them. On the battlefield, swords and spears have no eyes. Especially those people are all barbarians from the mountains. They do not know the laws of the Emperor. What if they hurt Imperial Brother? "
Yang Ling finally understood and quickly said, "That's right. This matter cannot be taken lightly. Princess, please return first. I will immediately change and go to persuade His Majesty."
Yongchun smiled and stood up, "Good. Imperial Brother has a bad temper. When he is angry, even Imperial Sister-in-law cannot persuade him. Perhaps only you have a way. I will return to the Pot Immortal Hall first. "Her eyes turned and she asked curiously," Xiang'er, you are not leaving? "
"Ah! Go, go. "Xiang'er hurriedly jumped up and took the opportunity when Yongchun turned to leave. She asked in a low and urgent voice," Is it scalded? "
Yang Ling frowned and said, "I have to try to know."
Zhu Xiang'er was stunned and said doubtfully, "Is there a need to try to know if my thigh is scalded or not …" Halfway through her sentence, she suddenly came to a realization. Her cheeks were burning. Zhu Xiang'er was extremely embarrassed. She pinched Yang Ling hard and turned to escape.
Yang Ling supported his body with his hands and could not dodge or stop her. He cried out in pain. Princess Yongchun, who had just reached the door, was startled. She turned her head and saw Yang Ling looking up at the sky. He said passionately, "When the Emperor worries, his subjects will be humiliated. When the Emperor is humiliated, his subjects will die. Such a small barbarian dares to be rude to me, Ming Destiny. He must be severely punished!"
Princess Yongchun rolled her eyes and said worriedly to Zhu Xiang'er, who was walking over with a red face, "Is this fellow so sick that his brain is damaged? Is there a need to show such pitiful loyalty? We want him to persuade Imperial Brother, not to fight. He won't be fooling around with Imperial Brother, right? "
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