As a genius, I am the weakest in my family?

Tang Dynasty, Tianlao.

The night was getting late.

The two jailers slumped in their chairs.

In his hand was a rough bowl filled with turbid rough wine.

Occasionally, we would tacitly touch the edge of the bowl and take a sip, then pick up a peanut from the bowl on the table and slowly put it into our mouths, feeling indescribably comfortable...

Even if they took small sips, the rough wine in the bowl gradually ran out.

After three rounds.

The night is still long, but the wine is gone!

After drinking the last sip of rough wine, the young jailer was obviously still unsatisfied. He looked at the old jailer with a questioning look and secretly glanced at the cell next to him.

The old jailer followed his gaze.

I saw a young man in purple clothes sitting cross-legged inside the fence.

The young man wore a purple gold crown, golden boots, and a jade pendant on his waist. In front of him were several plates of exquisite side dishes and a pot of sake that exuded a fragrant aroma...

He shook his head at the young man who was drinking alone behind the fence.

The old jailer scolded in a low voice: "Zhang Xiaoer, you f*cking want to die, you want to steal the young marquis's wine?"

The jailer named Zhang Xiaoer curled his lips.

He said disapprovingly: "What are you afraid of this playboy who spends his days hanging out with his hawk and dog and hanging out with prostitutes?

It would have been fine in the past, but this time he has brought trouble upon Xibohou, and His Majesty has personally ordered his arrest. Can he still get away?"

"Then you can give it a try."

Seeing that Zhang Xiaoer was speaking so rudely, the old jailer stopped trying to persuade him.

He folded his arms and sneered, "No matter who he offended, as long as he is still the young marquis, he is not someone you can offend.

Don't think you can do anything just because you are a warrior. In Chang'an City... warriors... are nothing?"

Zhang Xiaoer's face turned slightly blue.

He wrapped his prison robe tightly around himself and leaned against the wall, taking a nap.

But those eyes looked gloomily at the young marquis who was leisurely drinking in the fence.

As a second-rank warrior, although he had no choice but to become a jailer, he had a strong will and great ambitions.

I have always looked down upon those dandies who take advantage of their background to bully men and women.

He thought more than once...

If I, Zhang Xiaoer, were not the son of a merchant but the son of a marquis, I would have already crossed that threshold and become a practitioner famous in Chang'an.

This useless guy in front of me has a lot of talent for cultivation, but he squanders all kinds of resources and treasures without knowing how to cherish them.

He spends the whole day parading around the city with a group of evil servants, keeping his hawks and dogs company, and he is still only a first-class warrior...

Such waste.

What else is there besides being good-looking, having connections in the court, and having a wealthy family?

The more I think about it, the angrier I get.

Zhang Xiaoer leaned against the wall and snorted coldly.

The sound is small.

However, the prison is a little too quiet at this moment...

The scum, the playboy, the good-for-nothing slowly raised his head, revealing a handsome face: "Second Brother Zhang seems to have some opinions about me?"

"I don't dare to be humble!"

Zhang Xiaoer had said before that he was not afraid, but now facing this playboy, sweat broke out on his forehead unconsciously.

"My throat just itched a little, and I disturbed you, young marquis. I hope you will forgive me!"

Looking at Zhang Xiaoer's fearful attitude.

The young man sighed.

I turned my head to look at the sparse moonlight coming in from the window, feeling a little melancholy...

"I really have traveled through time!"

Chen Zhian was originally an ordinary fish killer on Blue Star.

He wasn't struck by lightning, nor did he press any buttons out of curiosity. He just took a break while helping Lao Wang, who was on a business trip next door to clear the sewer, and then he inexplicably traveled through time.

Became the young marquis of the Tang Dynasty in this wild world...

The original owner was also called Chen Zhian, the third son of Chenliu Marquis of the Tang Dynasty.

He is a real dandy boy.

She is only seventeen years old this year, but she is already a frequent guest in brothels all over Chang'an City.

He spent the whole day with a bunch of bad friends in Chang'an City looking for fun, staying up late to walk the dog, listening to music in brothels, partying every night, changing brides every day...

The reason why the young marquis was thrown into jail was his own fault.

He got drunk in broad daylight at Qinglefang and, instigated by his bad friends, raped a woman in public.

If it were an ordinary person, it would be fine.

But this time he bullied Xibo Hou and robbed the Xining Princess who was dressed as a man...

Who is Xibohou?

He was the pillar of the country who guarded the western border and sacrificed his life to resist the barbarian monks.

Moreover, Marquis Xibo had no sons, only an unmarried daughter, Li Xining, who was recently bestowed the title of Princess Xining by the Emperor himself.

So when the old lady of Xibohou Mansion came to the palace with a cane to meet His Majesty and cried bitterly, the young marquis who was sleeping soundly at home was captured by the prefect of Kyoto who led the troops himself.

Without saying a word, he was thrown into the Sky Prison.

Waiting for the Emperor's decision.

......

Recalling the scenes of the day, Chen Zhian felt a headache. The original owner was not only bad, but also stupid!

There is a clumsy trick everywhere in this matter.

According to the young marquis's character, it is impossible for him to leave the Qingle Hall in broad daylight. But today, they shouted to change places just after having a few drinks.

That’s all.

But they insisted on passing by Baihu Street, which they would never go to on normal days.

They went there, but they walked very slowly.

The second son of the Minister of Revenue's family was so sharp that he noticed that Princess Xining was a female.

So many coincidences.

In the end, the young marquis was sent to jail!

Before his consciousness faded, the original owner was still thinking about his group of good brothers.

I really don't know how this kind of person could grow up happily in Chang'an, a Shura field full of conspiracies.

He took another sip of wine with melancholy.

Chen Zhian frowned and thought about how to get out of this situation.

After thinking for a long time, I found that

It seems that apart from using the original owner's best method of competing with his father...

There is no other way!

Fortunately, Chenliu Hou has few sons and will not easily abandon his talented child.

......

......

Although the young marquis is a bad and stupid bastard.

But there are still merits.

That is, he has good aptitude for cultivation and is known as a cultivation genius rarely seen in a century. At the age of seventeen, he is already a first-class warrior.

Only one step away from reaching the innate realm.

Open the door to creation and become a true practitioner.

Although the emperor of the Tang Dynasty also has the surname Li, it is not the Tang Dynasty on Earth.

There are practitioners in this world.

Those with great supernatural powers can fly into the sky, escape into the ground, move mountains and fill the sea.

Traveling to Beihai in the morning and Cangwu in the evening, a sword shining coldly across the nineteen states is no longer a scholar's imagination, but a real existence.

Legend has it that the emperor of the Tang Dynasty was a great master with unparalleled cultivation.

The reason why Chen Zhian is confident that he will not be abandoned.

In addition to the original owner's good qualifications, it was also because the original owner was the definite heir to the Chenliu Marquis Mansion.

Chen Zhibai, the eldest son of Chenliu Marquis, was a bookworm. He kept books in his hands all day long and hid in the library, rarely going downstairs.

The Tang Dynasty was founded on military power, so naturally it would not allow a weak person to inherit the throne.

The second son, Chen Zhiming, was a waste who was famous in Chang'an. He once had extraordinary talent and was born with strange phenomena.

Unfortunately, at the age of fifteen, his cultivation had not improved at all, and had even declined continuously. Now, he could hardly even be called a warrior.

But the reason why he became famous in Chang'an was related to another thing.

That was the high-profile cancellation of the engagement by Zhu Wan'er, the Saintess of Piaomiao Sect.

At that time, Chen Zhiming, who was a genius, was engaged to Zhu Wan'er of Piaomiao Sect when he was very young.

It was supposed to be a happy occasion, but as Chen Zhiming's cultivation declined again and again, and finally he had nowhere to retreat, it became a stain in Zhu Waner's flawless life!

So in a slightly noisy afternoon.

Zhu Wan'er took the arm of Jiang Huayu, the Holy Son of the Yu Jian Sect, and returned the marriage certificate to the Chenliu Marquis' Mansion with an arrogant and cold attitude.

Chen Zhiming, who was indistinguishable from the crowd, looked pale and silently took the marriage certificate.

Chen A'man, the Marquis of Chenliu, who always had a smiling face, sat in the main seat with a gloomy expression to the extreme, and he did not even try to hide the murderous intent in his heart.

Just when his murderous intent was boiling.

Jiang Huayu, the Holy Son of the Sword Controlling Sect, sneered. A figure slowly emerged behind him and looked at Chen Aman unscrupulously.

Then several people left.

From then on, Chen Zhiming became more and more silent. He stayed at home and walked alone these years. Even Chen Zhian rarely saw his second brother.

Such a person will naturally not continue...

Ok? ? ?

Chen Zhian's expression suddenly froze.

The genius was wasted!

Childhood sweetheart came to break off the engagement and humiliated her in person!

Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi!

Don't bully young people into poverty?

It’s a damn sure successor. Isn’t this cheap second brother the son of destiny?