The First National Preceptor of the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 1124

Picasso was overjoyed to learn that Pisso had been stripped of his military power.

She even hums a song while walking.

“Picca, don’t get too cocky. I will get everything I’ve lost back sooner or later.”

Bisuo was furious.

He yelled directly at Biga.

Picasso scoffed.

"What's wrong? Your eldest brother was just stripped of his military power. Do you want to be confined to your quarters as well?"

"You need to know what Father Emperor hates most? He hates brothers killing each other."

"If you, as the elder brother, can't even set a good example for your younger brothers, do you expect them to set a good example for you?"

Picasso was carried away with his pride.

Picasso wanted to tear Picasso's face off.

Picasso had just reminded him that if he continued to cause trouble here and got into a fight with Picasso, the king might confine him to his quarters.

Picasso, however, would not commit any crime because he would flatter and fawn over others like a dog.

“Picca, it’s too early to be happy. Aren’t you just like a dog, always trying to flatter and fawn? Then just live like a dog forever.”

Upon hearing Picasso speak of him in such a way, Picasso was instantly consumed by rage.

Just go up and punch him.

Picasso was caught off guard by Picasso's attack and was knocked back.

And they were beaten for nothing.

If this matter were to reach the king's ears...

In that case, he'll probably be the one in the wrong again.

He could only swallow his bitterness and bear it all.

He watched as Biga swaggered past him.

He punched the ground directly.

“Picca, I swear I will not be a human being if I do not kill you.”

Seeing that this had fueled his hatred for Picasso, he decided he had to kill Picasso as soon as possible.

Bisso returned home and threw a tantrum.

They smashed everything inside the house?

"Piga! You despicable villain, you deserve to die a horrible death! I, the prince, will make sure you are torn to pieces."

He was furious.

Every word was filled with hatred for Picasso.

Meanwhile, Picasso was in high spirits and went straight back to the restaurant to tell Xu Tian about the matter.

He couldn't stop smiling.

“You didn’t see Bisso’s face back then. He was practically ready to eat people, but he looked like there was nothing I could do. I really felt sorry for him.”

"He thought this family really had any power? With his looks, he wanted to attack the Tang Dynasty? That was just wishful thinking."

"Now he has no official title and no tiger tally, let's see how he can still be arrogant."

Xu Tian didn't say a word from beginning to end.

He simply let Picasso talk to him happily.

He was like he was on stimulants.

Can't stop at all.

Xu Tian poured him a full glass of wine once again.

Picasso continued, "From childhood to adulthood, he always thought he was more capable than me, so he always suppressed me. Now that he knows I'm going to fight back, he must be really upset!"

"I just love seeing him get angry, like he wants to kill me but can't do anything about it. It's really ridiculous."

When Bisso got home, he flew into a rage.

The concubine stepped forward, indicating that she had a way to help punish Biga.