Waste prince: Why do you force me to be emperor?

murderous look!

Erupted from the vertical and horizontal saintess: "You are right!"

"This saint is here to catch her and bring her back to the bridal chamber."

"A man who is holy on the outside and king on the inside, don't you want it?"

"This saint came early, so he is my man!"

"If you don't want to die, don't block my way!"

"If you also taste his taste, you have to wait until I finish playing."

"Hahaha......"

Yizhimei sneered again and again: "Zongheng witch, you want to love him, right?"

The vertical and horizontal saint narrowed her eyes: "You know me?"

Yizhimei said disdainfully: "You have too strong aura of evil, you can't even pretend you don't know you!"

The vertical and horizontal saintess stabbed out with a sword: "Who are you?"

Yizhimei didn't dodge or evade: "You guess?"

For an instant.

The two women fight together, inseparable, no distinction is made between superior and inferior.

Blood slowly appeared on the white snow.

The sword, if you touch it, you will be disabled if you don't die.

Shortly after.

Blood red on the snow.

The vertical and horizontal saintess clutched her bleeding chest, and hurried away with the support of her subordinates: "White-clothed woman, we have made this knot!"

"You wait, the saint will come back."

"You wait."

at lunchtime.

on the carriage.

Yizhimei appeared in front of Xia Tian covered in blood, and devoured the sliced ​​noodles: "King of Huangzhou, I just had a fight with a witch from the vertical and horizontal school, and both sides will suffer!"

"However, she will come back."

"And I was hit by the witch's red evil palm. I have to go to the doctor's saint to heal my wounds, and I can no longer protect you."

"So, ask yourself how lucky you are!"

Xia Tian has a serious face: "This king knows medical skills, take off your clothes, let this king help you look, where is the injury?"

Yizhimei cast a glance at him: "You don't have internal Qi, so you can't heal the wound of True Qi!"

Xia Tian said with a serious face: "This king has the golden needle technique, even if it can't cure you, at least it can help you control your injuries."

Yizhimei thought for a while: "Are you sure you don't want to see my body?"

Xia Tian raised his hand: "I swear to the heavens, I have absolutely no other thoughts!"

"In the eyes of doctors, there is no distinction between men and women in the wounded!"

Of course Yizhimei knows that Xia Tian has excellent medical skills and can heal war wounds that even the military doctors in the imperial capital can't heal.

She blushed, took off her white coat a little shyly, and then untied the red rope around her neck, covered the two lumps of greasy white with her hands, and slid slowly... A red palm print appeared in Xia Tian's eyes.

right on her chest.

Yizhi Meibei bit her red lips lightly: "That demon girl also took a sword from me in this position!"

"Thinking about it will never feel good!"

Xia Tian took out the silver needles, and inserted them into her body one by one, using her fingers to seal off the blood vessels around the palm print.

The silver needle seals the acupoint!

Unbearable pain!

Yizhimei trembled in pain: "Take it easy!"

"pain!"

Xia Tian nodded, then took out a small and exquisite silver knife, and gently scratched the red palm print.

Immediately.

A stinky blood flowed out from the flesh.

Prepare for summer!

He picked up the white cloth beside him and wiped Yizhimei: "Hold the pain!"

"I'll suck out the poisonous blood with my mouth first, don't think about it!"

Shock!

Ichimae's beautiful eyes were full of shock!

A handsome young man wanted to use his mouth to take drugs on her white chest, and told her not to think too much...she couldn't do it!

Seeing her look hesitant, Xia Tian said, "I swear to God, I never mean any frivolity, I just want to heal your wounds."

suddenly.

Yizhimei covered her chest with her dress, her eyes were full of shyness: "I can deal with the poisonous blood myself!"

"Then, I'll go to the doctor's maiden to treat my internal injuries!"

"take care!"

She thought for a while, and added: "Now, your sage's ambition and kingly words have spread throughout the imperial capital."

"The hundred schools of thought of this generation will definitely come to you!"

"You have to be careful!"

Xia Tian's eyes were fixed: "Why did they come to me?"

Yizhimei reluctantly explained: "My lord, people's wisdom is also graded!"

"From low to high, they are divided into ordinary, excellent, extraordinary, sub-sage, and saint!"

"In the first generation of the hundred schools of thought, the most intelligent ones are nothing more than sub-sages."

"Because the wisdom has not reached the realm of a saint, the schools of thought are actually incomplete and incomplete."

"Even the strongest Confucianism and Taoism are incomplete."

"So, for a hundred years, the Hundred Schools of Schools hope to cultivate a saint with boundless wisdom, perfect the theory, become the supreme in the Hundred Schools of Schools, and be able to pass on the knowledge to the world and pass on the name through the ages."

"Now, as soon as your sage's ambition and domineering words come out, everyone in the world says that you are the appearance of a sage on the outside and a king on the inside, with extraordinary wisdom and the appearance of a sage."

"Wouldn't it be wonderful if I could hold you in my hand, let your wisdom be used by them, and help them supplement their incomplete theories?"

"Of course, all schools of thought have their own ideas!"

"Believe me... There are some witches in every faction who want to throw themselves into your arms and give you a son, so that they can be entangled with you for the rest of their lives!"

"You, you must have concentration!"

"You must control your lower body!"

Done.

She threw herself into the forest like a baby swallow, threw herself out of the carriage, and disappeared.

Xia Tian quickly lifted the curtain and came out: "Where are people?"

Zhao Zichang, who was driving, looked at his nose and his heart, pretending that he hadn't heard anything just now: "Let's go!"

Xia Tian's eyes were complicated: "Did you hear what she said just now?"

Zhao Zichang panicked: "No!"

"Answer truthfully!"

"heard it!"

"Without the internal qi, can I really not heal her internal injuries?"

"Yes!"

Xia Tian clenched his fists tightly: "Then I will start practicing martial arts now!"

"Zhao Zichang, what can you teach me about martial arts?"

"Hey hey hey..."

Zhao Zichang laughed awkwardly: "No!"

Xia Tian was stunned: "Can't your martial arts be passed on?"

"Yes! Master said that it cannot be passed on to outsiders!"

Summer is a bit disappointing!

However, Zhao Zichang said again: "However, I like to practice martial arts in front of the prince, so I haven't broken the rules of the school!"

Xia Tian's heart warmed up: "You will be rewarded!"

Zhao Zichang smiled honestly: "My lord, I want a good spear!"

"it is good!"

Xia Tian closed his eyes: "Zang Yi."

"exist!"

Zang Yi stood on the shaft of the car mysteriously, and handed out a book: "Master, the ancient art of hiding swords!"

Xia Tian took over: "Order, the Tibetan sword boy sorts out the theory of the hundred schools of thought he has learned, and sends it to this king, who wants to study it!"

"Yes!"

Zangyi took the lead.

Xia Tian murmured to himself this time: "Is my wisdom already holy?"

The wind rises, but he can't speak, let alone answer.

At this time.

Lu Shu and Gao Fei came on horseback: "My lord, now, after you have treated all the wounded soldiers of the personal guard battalion, they have lost their fighting strength, and now they are all recuperating in the carriage."

"How to replenish the soldiers?"

Xia Tian has already had a plan: "Among the newcomers to the palace, select 12 men aged 100 to [-], and I will lead the training starting tomorrow."

"At the same time, among the newcomers in the palace, select 19 men between the ages of 30 and 100, and you will lead the training tomorrow."

"Yes!"

Lu Shu and Gao Fei are good at picking soldiers, and they are completely trustworthy.

then.

Xia Tian entered the carriage and began to silently write those few martial arts books from China.

He wants to wash the marrow of the Book of Changes, practice silently and hard, and become a master of martial arts, shocking everyone.

At the same time, he must hurry up and train new fighters.

When the veteran recovers from his injuries, the strength of the Huangzhou Palace will surely surprise the world, even that Sirius princess!

suddenly.

The ground began to shake abnormally.

Zhao Zichang frowned, and his ears quivered rapidly: "My lord, there are a large number of cavalry approaching ahead!"

Xia Tian said in a deep voice: "Stop advancing!"

"Follow the drill to be alert!"

"Yes!"

In front of the convoy, a group of black cavalry rushed towards the convoy of the prince's mansion in the deserted state like a bolt of black lightning.

A young general whose face was [-]% similar to Cao Wei took out a piece of black cloth with a ferocious expression, and said in a deep voice, "Mask!"

"The target is ahead, prepare to charge!"

"Not a single man will be left!"

"Girl, take it back and be happy!"

"Especially that Sima Lan, don't get hurt!"

"I must make her life worse than death!"

"Yes!"

The cavalry marched at night with their faces masked, the swordsman's cold light frightened passers-by, and the battle clouds overwhelmed the city!