Is the prince abolished today?

"Weak?"

Hearing Mu Yun's answer, Mu Zhao raised his eyebrows and frowned in disbelief.

"You are a prince, how can you not know kung fu?"

"You -- do you look down on this son, that's why you refuse to fight this son?"

As a martial idiot, Mu Zhao also has his own logic for thinking about problems. He firmly believes that this little prince who has received special favor from his father must possess some kind of amazing skills.

The little prince deliberately hid it, maybe it was because he was afraid that others would learn his unique skills, or maybe it was for some other reason.In short, he must force the little prince to perform this stunt today.He wants to see what kind of unique skill it is that can conquer his father and king.

Mu Xiao couldn't help applauding Mu Zhao's logic in his heart.

Yes, that's it, don't stop dying!

Lao Tzu's yesterday is your today!

Because his mood was too turbulent and excited, Mu Xiao downed three glasses of wine in one go.

"cough."

After the long case, the young man held his chest and coughed again, raised his eyes, and looked at Mu Zhao more innocently: "Why would you think so. Whoever stipulates that the prince must know kung fu. Maybe... the other princes will, anyway. Solitary will not."

"Gu's body is really too weak. He faints when he sees blood, falls when he sees the wind, and can't even lift his sword. Sometimes people around him speak louder, and Gu's heart beats faster, like a drum. How is it possible for such a Gu? It will work."

"Brother Gu is weak, the prince should know it, but Gu just broke his wrist with him, and even the elder brother couldn't break it."

Wei Zhao, who was sitting in the opposite seat, twitched the corners of his eyes first.

Mu Jue, who was sitting on the side seat, drinking tea and meditating, couldn't help shaking his teacup hand.

And the melon-eating ministers around all opened their eyes wide in surprise at the same time.

Oh my god, it turns out that the little prince is so weak, so weak.In comparison, the eldest prince who only suffers from palpitations is much healthier.

Perhaps, without their help, the little prince would wither away on a windy night.What were they busy doing before?

Especially the veterans of the Emperor Wu Dynasty, they realized for the first time, yes, no matter in the Emperor Wu Dynasty or the new Dynasty, the little prince seems to be a delicate and weak greenhouse flower image, and he must travel in a soft sedan chair or sit in a car , Cuju, throwing pot and shooting games that involve skills and physical strength have never participated. Even the hunting activities that the royal family's children enthusiastically participated in, the little prince always covered a thick cloak, hid in the tent to watch the excitement, and never showed it in public. Through extraordinary skills such as riding and archery. .

In the past, they just thought it was Emperor Wu who spoiled the little prince too much, but now they saw that the little prince was probably weak and didn't know these things at all.

Oh wow.

After figuring out this joint, the veterans of Emperor Wuchao almost screamed excitedly.

After doing it for a long time, the one who is really weak and sick is not their eldest prince, but the little prince.

Although their eldest prince has heart palpitations, it's no problem to carry a knife and a sword. Didn't he practice riding secretly behind His Majesty's back a while ago?Although he didn't practice well, he was much better than the little prince who could be blown down by a gust of wind.

Haha, from today onwards, their dear First Prince can finally tear off the label of being weak and sick, which is a hindrance, and officially aspire to the position of Crown Prince!

As for why the little prince had the strength to lift a knife three years ago and pierced Dingbeihou's left chest with one knife, the veterans quickly gave a very convincing answer in their hearts.

Because when people are extremely sad, they can always burst out with amazing power.

At that time, Emperor Wu had just passed away, and the little prince, who was suffering from the loss of his father, could definitely burst out with such power under external stimulation.

Well, it must be so.

Like the veterans, Emperor Changping was deeply shocked.

Emperor Changping knew that his prince's body was not considered strong, but he didn't know that his prince's body was so weak.All day long, he only knows to let the Imperial Hospital deliver supplements to the First Prince's Mansion, so why didn't he ask them to send a copy to the Prince's Mansion by the way.His prince must be very disappointed and chilled by his father.

Emperor Changping watched from a distance from a high place, and saw that his prince had already shown his weakness, and his competitive nephew was still aggressive and relentless, and he was extremely displeased.

As an elder, Emperor Changping couldn't directly meddle in the affairs of the younger generation, so he could only target his younger brother King Jing who was also an elder.

"King King, do you know why Zhao'er wanted to target the crown prince?"

Emperor Changping's tone was harsh.

King Jing was surprised: "Brother Huang, what is the meaning of this? It's just a game between children, how can it be said to be targeted. Zhao'er must admire and admire His Highness the Crown Prince, so he insisted on fighting His Highness. The Emperor If brother doesn't want to, the younger brother will call him back."

Emperor Changping snorted, and frowned visibly: "Zhao'er and the crown prince have never met each other, and they haven't even spoken to each other. Where did they come to appreciate and admire you? If I guessed correctly, Zhao'er probably gave you a lot of attention when I saw you. The prince gave gifts, and he was jealous, so he deliberately found the prince unhappy."

"I heard that Zhao'er was born with supernatural powers. He was able to lift boulders at the age of nine. The crown prince can't even lift a sword. How can he be his opponent. Zhao'er is not a trick, he is clearly trying to embarrass the crown prince in public."

"King King, as elders, we'd better focus on our own children and don't worry about other people's. If your inappropriate behavior causes conflicts among younger generations, it will make people laugh if it spreads."

King Jing smiled and said: "What the emperor said is very true, and the minister agrees with the emperor's opinion very much. But then again, as uncles, we can't leave the prince alone besides focusing on our own children."

"Besides, His Highness the Crown Prince is not considered to be... a child of someone else's family, is he?"

Emperor Changping's complexion suddenly sank: "Third son, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately. What do you mean by that?"

King Jing smiled and looked at Emperor Changping: "What do you mean by minister, brother, don't you understand?"

The two brothers confronted each other silently across the air, until the young boy's innocent and weak voice sounded again in the banquet.

"However, although Gu doesn't know kung fu, he still likes playing games, especially throwing snowballs. Gu likes it the most."

"Throwing a pot should be similar to throwing a snowball."

"Where is the prince? Does the prince like to throw snowballs?"

Mu Zhao:? ?

"Looking at Shizi's reaction, he must like it."

The young man put down the juice in his hand, rolled his eyes, and said, "Since the son insists on competing with Gu, Gu can only reluctantly drag his sick body into the arena."

"Hey, the lonely prince is really pitiful. He is already so weak, yet he still has to maintain the dignity of the prince."

"When throwing snowballs later, the prince should give way."

Mu Zhao corrected with a dark face: "It's throwing pots, not snowballs."

"From Gu's point of view, the left and right are similar, why don't you just throw things away?"

The boy stood up from behind the case with a face of indifference.Alas, he who lost his sachet is so sad, he can only bully others to ease his mood.

"Wang Fulai." Seeing that his crown prince was actually forced to play, Emperor Changping turned pale with fright: "Hurry up and take someone to the side to watch, don't let Prince Jing hurt the crown prince."

His nephew was able to carry big stones at the age of nine, maybe he could carry a big tripod now, what if his prince was thrown away as a tripod.

"I'm afraid this time the prince will be in danger."

A veteran of Emperor Wu's court sighed hypocritically.

It would be great if he could get rid of the little prince with the help of Prince Jing.

"Who said it wasn't."

Another veteran handed the old man a look that you know I know everyone knows: "That's the prince who respects the king, even the second prince is expected to be beaten, let alone the weak little prince."

It seems that when I go back tonight, I have to stay up all night to polish the letter requesting the appointment of the eldest prince as the crown prince. At least I have to add a solemn eulogy for the little prince at the beginning.

Rounding up, the little prince is considered to have died in the line of duty.

So, whether it was Emperor Changping who was worried that his crown prince would be thrown away as a tripod, or ministers who ate melons with their own thoughts, or Wei Zhao who wanted to see what kind of tricks the little boy was going to play, or Mu Zhao who was resurrected with full blood. Unlucky Mu Xiao, everyone had no intention of having a feast, and everyone turned their attention to the arena.

On the playing field, Mu Zhao looked at the tall jug with ears and thin neck a foot away, first glanced arrogantly at Mu Yun, and then raised his voice to tell the waiter: "Go, move the jug to a distance of three feet."

! ! ! ! !

Everyone was in an uproar, and even Mu Xiao suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Three, three feet?

You must know that as an entertainment activity, Yage throwing pots is usually played by placing the pot at the position of two arrows and half arrows. Today, in order to increase the difficulty of the game, placing the pot one foot away is already a test of the skill of the pot thrower.Now this son of King Jing wants to put the pot three feet away, is he crazy?

Mu Zhao was extremely satisfied with everyone's surprise, surprise, and shocking reactions, so he raised his eyebrows and asked Mu Yun: "Although it's a bit difficult, it's fun to play this way. Your Highness, can you accept it?"

"Ok!"

The boy nodded cooperatively.

"The son wants to increase the difficulty, of course Gu is fine."

"It's just... is three feet too close? How about ten feet? Or twenty feet?"

"It's more fun to play that way."