Chapter 770 Rules
Fu Zheng stood aside.
Chu Zhiyuan looked up at her and handed her the booklet he had finished reading.
"Your Highness, I..."
"You also need to understand the truth, know their situation, and know how to deal with it."
"Yes." Fu Zheng agreed solemnly.
She thought that she was Chu Zhiyuan's guard and would act with him in the future.
If you don’t know the details of the person opposite and fail to grasp the attitude, you may have misled Chu Zhiyuan’s affairs.
"Sit down and watch."
"Yes."
The two sat at the stone table and read the booklets in the box one by one.
Fu Zheng and Chu Zhiyuan both have the ability to remember everything they have seen, and after reading it, they will remember it.
Chu Zhiyuan put it back into the box, sealed it, returned to its original place, sighed and said, "I didn't expect the situation here to be so complicated."
"Your Highness, it's okay. The eight princes are divided into three groups, which is not too troublesome."
"It's not just them who are troubled, but also the powerful ministers and meritorious ministers below are betting on the bet."
"Your Highness, aren't they afraid of betting the wrong treasure and losing all their money?"
Chu Zhiyuan shook his head: "The princes of the Phoenix Dynasty are still very law-abiding in fighting for the throne."
"What rules?"
"When fighting for the throne, you can do everything you can, but once the dust is settled, you cannot settle the account."
"Can this really happen?" Fu Zheng expressed doubts.
If I were to myself, I would definitely hold a grudge in order to fight for the throne and would naturally take revenge after gaining power.
If you can't take revenge, then what's the reward for winning the treasure?
Chu Zhiyuan said: "Rules are rules. As long as the emperor tells these rules, it's good, and there is a spiritual master above the emperor."
"That's pretty awesome."
Without this rule, many powerful people will be alone and not interfere.
This rule is tantamount to an iron voucher for alchemy books.
If you really can abide by this rule, those powerful people will be unscrupulous and will definitely bet without hesitation.
The battle for the throne will inevitably be extremely fierce.
She frowned slightly and said, "Your Highness, is this OK?"
Chu Zhiyuan said, "It's hard to say."
"How to say it?"
"Such fierce competition is conducive to cultivating the talents of the princes. The winner in the fight is the emperor, and it is more conducive to the future of the dynasty."
"Yeah."
"But the internal strife between the princes will greatly consume the power of the dynasty. If it were you, how would you choose? Should you abolish this rule or maintain this rule?"
"It should be kept." Fu Zheng said.
Of course, there are all pros and cons, but compared with the disadvantages, the benefits are still great.
A wise emperor has a greater influence on the dynasty, and the benefits far outweigh the disadvantages.
Chu Zhiyuan nodded.
After getting up and put the box in place, he left the courtyard and said, "It seems that he has to hide from this Marquis of Xiaoming."
"Your Highness is wise, so you should avoid his sharpness for the time being."
"So you still have to practice,... It's a pity that you can't go to the Great Guangming Peak."
Fu Zheng said, "The Twelve Princesses have no holy place to practice?"
As far as she knows, these princes and princesses have holy places for practice, which helps them.
Chu Zhiyuan shook his head: "How could I enter their holy place of cultivation?"
"But your Highness, you will be the prince consort soon."
"The prince consort is also an outsider."
"...Then let's go back to our imperial city first?"
"Impossible." Chu Zhiyuan shook his head.
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When the two returned to the Twelve Princess's Mansion, Li Yuzhen came up to him.
She looked at the two of them curiously.
Chu Zhiyuan had already changed back to his original appearance, his expression was as normal, but Fu Zheng's jade face was calm.
Chu Zhiyuan went straight back to his courtyard.
Li Yuzhen pulled Fu Zheng to follow and asked about the situation in the city.
Fu Zheng then talked about what he saw in the city, about Mr. Xiao Ming.
Li Yuzhen sneered: "The prince-in-law doesn't care about this person. He is a fool, and it's unreasonable!"
Chu Zhiyuan came to the pavilion in the courtyard and sat next to the stone table without commenting. It’s not that he ignores him now, but that he is asking for trouble for himself and has already asked for trouble for himself.
Wouldn't it be too frustrating if you can't take revenge?
Li Yuzhen said, "He dare not come to the mansion to cause trouble."
Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Do I want to keep hiding in the mansion and not go out?"
"Next time, I will accompany my son-in-law."
Chu Zhiyuan said, "If you don't accompany me, he may not recognize me. Once you accompany me, it will be easy to recognize me, right?"
"Mr. Prince Consort, if he dares to do anything randomly, I will deal with him directly!"
"Oh-?" Chu Zhiyuan was half-believing and half-doubting.
"I have been beaten by him since he was a child." Li Yuzhen snorted, "I have taught me a lot."
Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "He is the little marquis."
After all, Li Yuzhen is just a Lingwei.
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"So what!" Li Yuzhen said, "I am a person around His Highness. Teaching him a lesson is equivalent to teaching him a lesson."
Chu Zhiyuan said, "Has he admired His Highness since he was a child?"
Li Yuzhen nodded gently: "Your Highness has been beautiful since he was a child, and he was fascinated by his infatuation."
Chu Zhiyuan shook his head: "It seems that he is extremely passionate and it is even more difficult to deal with."
"He doesn't have the courage to offend His Highness," Li Yuzhen said, "I'll do it, he doesn't dare."
"You can beat him?"
"His defense is strong, but my sword is not weak either."
Chu Zhiyuan looked at her long sword curiously.
A sword is naturally a sword.
Fu Zheng smiled and said, "Sister Li, do you understand the martial arts of this Marquis of Xiao Ming? Why not give me some advice on how to defeat him."
"Sister Fu, do you want to fight with Marquis Xiaoming?"
"He is likely to provoke His Highness, and my guard can only do it."
"Your Highness's words..." Li Yuzhen pondered.
She was thinking about Chu Zhiyuan's martial arts to see if there was anyone who could control Xiao Ming.
After a while, she said, "The Prince-Consort must first raise his realm."
If the prince consort is the venerable, it will not be difficult to deal with him, but the prince consort's realm is not enough.
This reduced the power of his martial arts and could not break through the defense of Marquis Xiao Ming.
Chu Zhiyuan waved his hand and said, "Forget it, practice the martial arts first, then talk about other things. You guys can go busy."
"Yes."
The two women tactfully retreated.
Chu Zhiyuan took out a jade pendant from his sleeve and another flying knife.
But it was the glass flying knife he made himself.
Exquisite and exquisite as a work of art.
The jade pendant is crystal clear and warm, as if there is a pool of clear water flowing in it.
He closed his eyes and gently stroked the tip of the knife on the jade pendant.
Just now, more than a dozen curves were drawn, and the tip of the knife was already stagnant and difficult to move.
The violent power began to emerge, as if he wanted to destroy both the sword and him.
At the same time, there was a burst of dizziness in front of me, and a strong sense of discomfort and invisible pressure squeezing the brain.
This is the backlash from the power of the divine text.
If it were the past, he had stopped, but now his physique has changed, and this powerful force cannot completely stop him.
He gritted his teeth, worked hard to keep his knife at the tip of his knife, and made a difficult move.
I want to write out the word "Divine Text Light".
But he only wrote a small part and the tip of the knife could no longer move.
The invisible force is preventing it from continuing.
His body became extremely heavy, as if it had become a mountain.
His mind began to fall asleep.
This is really too bizarre for him now.
His Tianlong blood vessels are coagulated, and he is strong in spirit, so it is almost impossible for him to feel drowsy.
But now I feel drowsy and heavy, as if I have never practiced martial arts.
He worked hard and tried hard, but eventually gave up.
I sighed secretly, it seemed that I could not engrave the "light" of the divine text here.
(This chapter ends)