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

The next morning.

Chen Zhian, who had been thinking hard all night, just opened his eyes and saw a middle-aged man with a simple smile standing in front of him.

The man was wearing a brocade robe and holding an exquisite food box in his hand. His not-so-tall body carefully blocked the sunlight that leaked in.

Seeing Chen Zhian open his eyes, the man hurriedly offered the food box in his hand, and said timidly: "Son, it's all your fault. I made you suffer!"

Chen Zhian opened his mouth.

The immortal words that the original owner often said were never uttered out loud.

He took the food box, picked up a meat bun and started eating slowly.

This man is none other than Chen A’man, the Marquis of Chenliu in the Tang Dynasty and the father of Chen Zhian!

Chen A-man has average looks, average cultivation, and average talent, and he turned a good Prince of Chenliu into a Marquis of Chenliu...

Over the years, I have been ridiculed and mocked by the original owner, who always called me an old fool and had no respect for me at all. However, Chen A'man loved this unfilial son the most.

No matter how much trouble the original owner caused, Chen A'man never said a harsh word to him.

Just happily following behind and wiping the butt.

Even though Chen Zhian has lived two lifetimes, he still can't figure out the root cause of this.

But the brainless original owner felt that he deserved such treatment. After all, he was the Qilin son of Chenliu Marquis Mansion and the destined successor.

Seeing Chen Zhian finish a basket of steamed buns, Chen Aman quickly took out a bowl of stone-ground soybean milk from the food box and said with a simple smile: "Zui Ke Lou's soybean milk is your favorite. Drink it while it's hot so you can get going!"

Hear this.

Chen Zhian's outstretched hand suddenly froze there.

Drink it while it’s hot so you can get going?

Was it just that he bit Li Xining a few times and tore a few pieces of his clothes? Was it serious enough to warrant beheading?

Chen Zhian was still frozen there, but he saw Chen Aman smiling heartlessly and said, "Hurry up and drink, your elder brother and younger sister are waiting at home to welcome you.

There is a great thing waiting for you, you will know when you go back!"

As he said this, he gave Chen Zhian a cunning smile, as if he was seeking credit.

Chen Zhian was speechless.

Taking the soy milk from Chen Ah Man's hand, she said faintly, "Dad, if you can't talk, talk less in the future. Do you know that talking nonsense can scare people to death?"

Drink the soy milk in two gulps.

Chen Zhian pushed open the prison door.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure in the shadows. He slid over and said with a chuckle, "Little Second Brother, did you draw the picture of a tiger descending the mountain on your chest with a brush? It's a little faded!"

Zhang Xiaoer's face flushed red. He pulled his trouser waist with one hand and covered the faded tiger on his chest with the other hand. He was filled with grief and anger.

He had a fierce courage, but he was defeated in this small prison.

He didn't even dare to show any hatred.

Although Chenliu Hou was not well-known, he was one of the eighteen princes of the Tang Dynasty after all, and was not someone that a small jailer like him could afford to offend.

Chen Zhian patted Zhang Xiaoer on the shoulder and walked towards the prison gate with a big laugh.

Behind him, Chen A-man followed closely, mumbling things like "My son has grown up" and "My son finally calls me dad"...

......

Xibohou Mansion.

Old Lady Yu closed her eyes slightly, and the dragon-headed cane in her hand made a dull sound on the bluestone slabs.

Beside him, Wei, the widow of Marquis Xibo, had red eyes and said miserably, "Old Madam, do you really want to marry Ning'er to that filthy bastard? Then..."

"Shut up!"

Old Lady Yu's eyes flashed with brilliance, and she said in a cold voice, "What else can we do? The story of Ning'er and that little thief has spread all over Chang'an, are we going to force her to death?"

When Wei was glared at by Old Lady Yu, her body began to tremble uncontrollably, and the towering mountains seemed to be about to appear.

Old Lady Yu had accumulated power for a long time. Not to mention the Wei family, even King Xibo was afraid of her like a tiger when he was alive.

But thinking of her brother's promise, she mustered up her courage and said in a trembling voice, "That little thief hangs around in brothels, keeps hawks and dogs, bullies people in the market and does all kinds of bad things. If you marry Ning'er to him, aren't you pushing Ning'er into the fire pit?"

"Then where is not a fire pit?"

Old Lady Yu stared at Xu and said hoarsely and coldly, "The Wei family of Hejian? Your nephew who forced a prostitute of Ruyu Pavilion to death when he was only thirteen years old?

Or your cousin who is worse than pigs and dogs?

If you dare to say anything more, I will beat you to death here!"

Upon hearing this, Wei's face turned pale as paper and he knelt on the ground without saying a word.

"Do what you are supposed to do."

Old Lady Yu said coldly: "Although Marquis Xibo is gone, it is not yet your turn to be the head of this mansion!

If I find out that you were involved in Xining's case, you know the consequences!

"I understand!"

Wei knelt on the ground until the figure of Old Lady Yu disappeared, then she dared to stand up slowly.

.....

The Chenliu Marquis's Mansion was located in Chizhi Lane to the west of Chang'an City.

As the sharp voice of the young marquis returning home was heard, the vermilion door creaked open.

Eight warriors in strong suits stood in two rows, and four maids in yellow shirts nodded and waited.

At the front, a man holding a book stood quietly at the foot of the stone steps, looking at Chen Zhian who jumped off the carriage with a gentle expression.

He was about thirty years old, tall and straight, with a wooden hairpin casually pinned on his head, a green shirt that reached the ground, and cloth boots on his feet.

This person is none other than Chen Zhibai, the eldest son of the Chenliu Marquisate.

If we only talk about appearance, he is not that outstanding. Not to mention Chen Zhian, he is even slightly inferior to Chen Zhiming, who is known as a waste throughout Chang'an.

But now Chen Zhian has become suspicious of this big brother, suspecting that he is a hidden boss...

I felt that those gentle eyes hid countless stories of vicissitudes, and I was a little afraid to look into their eyes!

"Just come back!"

Chen Zhibai and Chen Aman nodded slightly before speaking gently to Chen Zhian, "I've prepared your favorite drunken shrimp. Change your clothes and go quickly. Don't keep her waiting for too long."

"Go now!"

Chen Zhian secretly glanced at the scroll in his hand and vaguely saw the word "Tao". Before he could read it again, he was surrounded by four maids and walked into the yard.

Behind.

Chen Aman looked at his back and sighed, "Zhibai, Zhian actually called me dad after this night in prison. If Aning knew, she would be very relieved!"

"Children will grow up!"

Chen Zhibai said gently: "I have checked, his spirit is normal!"

Chen Aman patted Chen Zhibai on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Dad didn't ask you to look at this. In my eyes, you are also a child. Don't be so gloomy all day long. You are more decadent than those old immortals."

Chen Zhibai was slightly startled, and said gently: "The child knows!"

"You guys are so evil that I, as your father, have no sense of existence at all. Fortunately, I have Zhian!"

Chen A'man's thick eyebrows flew up and her face was full of relief.

Chen Zhibai smiled and said, “My second brother entered the ruins of the Sword Pavilion with great perseverance, and the sword intent left by the Sword Saint Zhu Hou’s sword that opened the sky was forcibly pulled into the sea of qi by him.

When he can hide his sword intent, he will be able to enter the realm of virtual god in one fell swoop, and his Yin spirit will travel thousands of miles in an instant. Looking at the younger generation in the world, there will be no one who can match him!"

"That child is also stubborn."

Chen Aman showed a bit of pity on her face.

The road of cultivation is full of thorns, including the three levels of martial arts, Xiantian, Qi Refining, Qi Control, Huaxu, Xushen, Tongxuan, Dongtian, Fanzhen, Quasi-sage, Saint, Quasi-emperor, Emperor Realm...

Every level you cross is like a chasm.

Countless geniuses have been killed and sank into the sand, turning into piles of bones. After all, outsiders can do little to help. If you want to reach the top, you have to rely on yourself!

When Zhu Wan'er brought the genius of the Yu Jian Sect to cancel the engagement, it was a complete disgrace to the Chenliu Marquis's family.

According to Chen A'man's temperament, he would kill them on the spot, and would even raise an army to destroy the two sects.

If his son hadn't gone to collect the debt himself, how could he have let Zhu Wan'er and Jiang Huayu leave safely?

In recent years, Piao Miao Sect and Yu Jian Sect have joined forces.

In an era when Jiange was not yet established and Taoism was not well-known, he had a vague ambition to become the leader of the martial arts world, but he didn't know that there was someone sitting in Chang'an City, watching him from afar every day.

Just waiting for my son to climb the mountain and the cavalry to crush the two mountain gates...