In the royal study room of the palace, Wang Minggang saw the livid Zhu Yuanzhang and the kneeling Zhu Biao as soon as he walked in.

"Hey, my lord, what's going on? Has the prince made you angry?"

Zhu Yuanzhang angrily raised the history textbook in his hand and asked Wang Ming angrily.

"Wang Ming, you still have the nerve to say that!"

"What do you mean by showing this random demon book to Biao'er?"

"What good will it do you to drive a wedge between the brotherhood between Biao'er and Di'er!"

Wang Ming chuckled, shook his head, and Feng Danyun answered lightly.

"So that's it. I didn't expect that the prince could bear to show this to you until now."

"Two years, two whole years, Zhu Biao, you just started to attack."

"Yes, Zhu Biao, your character is not bad. Before, you suddenly replaced Zhu Di and came to drive Xu Da's chariot. It seems that you have figured it out."

"That's good, that's good. Just think about it. It seems that Zhu Biao already understands that the content in this book may develop in this way, doesn't it?"

xhsjiai/"Sword Comes"

"So, it doesn't matter whether what is written in this book is true or false. What is important is that the content in it may threaten you and even your son in the future."

"As long as there is this possibility, as the prince, you must prevent this possibility."

Zhu Biao looked at Wang Ming with a wry smile and could only bow his hands.

"Uncle Wang, please forgive my nephew for the inconvenience of saluting... That's right, Uncle Wang, my nephew has figured it out. The future in this book is very likely to happen, and I don't dare to bet... My nephew doesn't want to die young, let me

My father gave me a black-haired person for my white-haired person..."

The more Zhu Biao spoke, the more excited and sad he became. He knelt down and fell in front of Wang Ming, hugging Wang Ming's thigh tightly.

"Uncle Wang! Uncle Wang! My nephew doesn't want to die early. I don't want to die early. I don't want my nephew's future son to have his throne taken away and his life or death unknown..."

When Zhu Yuanzhang saw Zhu Biao looking so embarrassed and cowardly, he seemed unhappy and kept snorting coldly.

Wang Ming's face was slightly stiff. He didn't expect Zhu Biao to hug his thigh so shamelessly.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty... Hey, Your Majesty, please get up first. Your Majesty, please pay attention to your identity. His Majesty is already angry."

When Zhu Yuanzhang heard this, he said in a strange way.

"Angry? Why are we angry? In order to survive, we may not be able to do well if we are Biao'er..."

"Wang Ming, you are Biao'er's uncle Wang, and you are the one who caused this incident. Look at what Biao'er has become after being frightened. He doesn't look like a prince at all..."

"You have to give him a good taste of this. First, give him a guarantee that he can live a long life."

"Last time you taught us the nine-yang zhenqi of ten years, the effect was very good. Why don't you also pass it on to Biao'er a little bit? It doesn't need to be too much, just ten or twenty years. It will make him healthy and prevent him from doing this again in the future.

These random thoughts make us angry just by looking at them."

Only then did Wang Ming finally realize that the affectionate father and son had taken the opportunity to blackmail him.

Ten or twenty years of Nine Yang Qi is nothing to Wang Ming now, but it cannot be obtained too easily, otherwise it will be endless in the future.

Zhu Yuanzhang has so many sons and daughters, and even those with headaches and fevers come to him, so does he still want to practice?…

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Do you really think that since Jiuyang Zhenqi is endless, you should stop practicing?

Yes, my current practice is indeed focused on refining the spirit, and the true energy has become secondary.

But again, this is also my energy, the true energy cultivated in the foundation of my body. How can it be possible to teach people unlimited skills?

Therefore, Wang Ming made a wry smile: "Oh, my Majesty, my Nine-Yang Qi is also cultivated bit by bit, day by day, month by month. The reason why I passed it on to you and Liu Bowen last time was because at that time I

I was wrong. I didn’t understand that Liu Bowen’s Qi-gazing technique had such a negative effect. It hurt your and Liu Bowen’s essence and body, and damaged your longevity. That’s why it was said that you and Liu Bowen each had ten years of nine-yang true energy to nourish their bodies.

To make up for it.”

"Now, the prince's physical discomfort is just caused by too much work and too much pressure. He just needs to rest more and practice the Nine Sun Magic Technique diligently... Your Majesty, didn't you pass on the Nine Sun Magic Technique to the prince?"

Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned for a moment when he heard this and said awkwardly.

"I passed it on, of course I passed it on, and it was only passed on to Biao'er. I also specifically told him that this will be a magical skill that can only be learned by the direct emperors and princes of the Zhu family... That's right, Biao'er, I'll teach you the Nine-Yang Magic Technique.

Yes, why don’t you practice?”

Zhu Biao was very upset when he heard this.

"Back to my father, Uncle Wang, it's not that Biao'er doesn't practice magic, it's that Biao'er doesn't have time to practice... Erchen finally found half an hour to practice every night, but the effect was extremely poor. After practicing for two years now,

I feel a little bit of heat, but it’s really of little use, and I almost want to give up.”

"No time! How come you don't have time? You only practice for half an hour every day. We all practice at least one hour every day. Our bodies are so strong... How come you don't have time to practice!"

Zhu Yuanzhang hated the fact that iron cannot become steel.

Zhu Biao hesitated to speak and looked at Zhu Yuanzhang aggrievedly.

"Father, I am the prince. You want me to have more contact with political affairs and help you with your worries. I also want to help you with your worries. I think about it day and night every day and work hard to deal with those political memorials. But how?

There are so many things to deal with, it’s not easy to spare half an hour every day to practice..."

"Uh, is this still our fault?"

Zhu Biao did not dare to answer this question, he lowered his head in silence and did not dare to look into Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes.

Wang Ming on the side burst out laughing when he heard this.

"Yes, this is indeed your Majesty's fault. I said it two years ago. Biao'er is still so young. Becoming a prince at an early age must be a lot of pressure. Why do you ask those old Confucian scholars to set up some stinking rules for him?

It’s a useless thing, how can he not be under a lot of pressure? Can he bear it?”

"No matter how miraculous the Nine-Yang Divine Art is, the prince has no time to practice it, and his energy and energy are disturbed by political affairs every day and are consumed excessively. It's strange that it can be effective."

"Look at how old the prince is this year, but he is already showing signs of aging before his time. It would be strange if he doesn't die young if things continue like this!"

"This..." Zhu Yuanzhang picked up the history book on the table dejectedly.

Could it be that, as written in this book, Biao'er would be under too much pressure and die young?

Then, if Biao'er dies early, will we establish a grandson instead of other princes?

Then, our fourth son Zhu Di will rebel against the nephew emperor after my death...

Peng!

"It doesn't make sense! It doesn't make sense! So, the prophecies in this book are true? That bastard Zhu Di can really..."

Wang Ming interrupted Zhu Yuanzhang.

"No, this book is not a prophecy, but a real history book. It contains history that has already happened!"

When Zhu Yuanzhang, Zhu Biao and his son heard this, they all looked at Wang Ming in disbelief.

"How do you say this? Could it be that, Wang Ming, you are an immortal from the future?"
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