Zhu Qizhe squatted in front of a piece of seedling field, looking at the growing sweet potato seedlings, so happy.

These days, he didn't go crazy because he felt there was no need to go crazy.

Now the sweet potato seedlings are almost growing, and the potato seedlings are growing very well. At that time, as long as the money for private salt is in place, he can recruit refugees and try to plant sweet potatoes and potatoes in his fiefdom while building a royal mansion.

Once the first wave of sweet potatoes and potatoes is harvested, he can recruit more refugees and grow more sweet potatoes and potatoes.

At that time, he would choose some strong and loyal among the refugees, organize them in the name of protecting private salt, practice it, and the power in his hands will gradually take shape.

Then, he ordered people to secretly find some iron ore and coal mines in Daba Mountains and dig them out...

He was imagining the future when a loud shout suddenly came from the gate: "The King of Fukuyama is here!"

Damn, what is this guy doing?

Zhu Qidiao stood up with surprise and looked at the gate. A big-bellied man in his thirties had already walked in with a few guards.

Damn, I'm full, right? Why are you here to come here?

He met with a blank expression on his face, pretended to be intent, and then asked lightly: "The Second Prince is here, what's the point of doing?"

King Fushan, Zhu Qibiao's nostrils were facing the sky and said in a coquettish manner: "Fourth brother, come with me into the palace, I have something to say to you."

After saying that, he held his head and walked into the main hall with his hands on his back.

Is this guy wrong?

Zhu Qizhu followed with a confused look on his face.

There are many things in the main hall lobby, such as rice jars, dining tables, stools, buckets, pots and pans, etc., which are neatly arranged, but there are no backrests and chairs.

Zhu Qiwang, the King of Fushan, frowned and snorted coldly: "You are a prince's mansion, don't even have a decent chair?"

This is not a good thing for you mother and son.

Zhu Qizhi pointed to his bedroom expressionlessly and said, "There is a handful inside the backrest chair."

When Fushan King Zhu Qijun heard this, he did not answer. He carried his hands on his back and walked in with his head raised.

There is indeed a backrest chair in the bedroom, but it is only one, and I sat on it when I was practicing calligraphy.

King Fushan, Zhu Qizun sat on it, moved his fat body slightly, and then he said majesticly, "Fourth brother, I heard you are crazy?"

You are crazy, your whole family is crazy.

Zhu Qizhi said expressionlessly: "As long as no one messes with me, I will still not go crazy."

Zhu Qijun, the King of Fushan, snorted coldly, and then taught a lesson like a grandson: "It is wrong for you to beat the county magistrate, do you know?"

none of your business.

Zhu Qizhao simply pretended to be dull and said nothing.

Zhu Qijun, the King of Fushan, then gave a harsh lesson: "The emperor did not pursue you, it depends on the face of our Tang Palace. If you act so recklessly, you will lose the face of our Tang Palace. Do you know? Today, my second brother will replace my father and teach you a lesson."

cut.

You are the prince, but I am not the prince?

Try teaching me a lesson.

Zhu Qizhe simply turned his nostrils toward the sky, and he didn't even look at him anymore.

Seeing this, King Zhu Qijun of Fushan said angrily: "Don't think that if you attract the emperor's attention and the father's attention, you can inherit the throne. Your second brother, I am not dead yet, so don't dream."

Who wants to inherit the position of King Tang?

Are you taking the wrong medicine?

Zhu Qizhe understood now. Zhang and his group of people didn't plan to let him go, and they wanted to mess with him.

This time, we must give them a profound lesson.

So that they know that I am crazy and you can't afford to offend me!

He looked at the roof beams and thought about it carefully.

How can I teach these guys a profound lesson?

Seeing this, Zhu Qijun, the king of Fushan, blew his nose and said in anger: "You must know that your mother is the daughter of a poor scholar, and my mother is a descendant of the Medical Saint. You and me are incomparable, do you know?"

Zhu Qizhuo still looked at the cross beam and said nothing.

He is thinking about the problem.

Zhu Qijun, the King of Fushan, was angry and cursed directly: "You are a traitor, Zhang Nengju is my cousin, do you know? You actually reported to the emperor, causing him to lose his life! He just wants your woman to be a concubine for him? You can give it to him."

Damn it!

Can you speak human language?

Are you, he, just pushing me crazy!

Zhu Qizhu lowered his head and stared at Fushan King Zhu Qizun coldly and said, "Do you want to force me to go crazy?"

King Fushan Zhu Qijun seemed to be frightened and shrank his neck, but said proudly: "You are a traitor, don't you dare to beat me?"

Hit you?

What would happen if I hit him?

Understood!

This guy just wanted to force himself to beat him crazy, and then caught himself in front of the old King Tang, saying, "This guy is crazy, even the king beats him, and he must be locked up!"

Play this trick with me?

You idiot!

Zhu Qizhua looked at the treasure knife hanging on the waist of Zhu Qizhao, the king of Fushan, and suddenly raised his hand and said, "Wait a minute."

After saying that, he walked directly to his couch.

He also has this thing.

However, he doesn't like to hang his waist because this thing is too heavy.

It is inconvenient to walk on the waist if something weighs more than ten pounds.

Soon, he took off the sword hanging beside the bed, carried it in his hand, and walked back.

Seeing this, Fushan King Zhu Qizhan was shocked.

He just wanted to force Zhu Qizhe to go crazy, hit him a few times, and then asked someone to come in to control Zhu Qizhe, take him to the Tang Palace, and complain to the old Tang King.

He didn't dare to let Zhu Qizhu cut him a few times!

He was frightened and said with horror, "You, what do you want to do?"

Don't you just want to drive me crazy?

OK, I'll show you crazy!

Zhu Qizhe pulled out the treasure knife, rolled up his sleeves, stared at Fushan King Zhu Qizhe with gritted teeth, and said frantically: "You forced me!"

ah!

Zhu Qizun, the king of Fushan, was frightened and jumped up from the chair, pulled out the sword, and said in a trembling voice: "You, don't do anything randomly!"

You forced me, you forced me!

You are on the horse!

Zhu Qizhe raised his precious sword and cut it down with one knife at his other arm!

He seemed crazy, but he was still very sensible.

He didn't really slash his arm hard, he just pretended to cut down hard, and when he was about to cut his arm, he cleverly stopped his strength and dragged his knife.

"puff"

Blood suddenly surged on his arm.

ah!

Even if it's just cutting a little flesh, it hurts!

Zhu Qizhe suddenly threw the treasure knife and the scabbard to the ground, then shook the blood from his arms on Zhu Qizhe, the King of Fushan, and then turned around and ran out.

While running, he shouted in horror: "Brother Zhao, help me!"

With a bang, he directly knocked open the door and rushed out.

Outside, Zhao Zhengdao and his son and Fushan King Zhu Qizhan were shocked when they saw this.

What's going on? Why is the little prince's arm so much blood?

Zhao Zhengdao leaned over and looked at the Zhu Qizhan King holding a treasure knife in the room, holding a bloody face, quickly pulled out the Xiuchun sword, blocked the Zhu Qizhan, and said angrily: "Prince, what's wrong?"

Zhu Qizhu quickly tore off a piece of cloth strip from the python robe, stabbed the wound randomly, and then pretended to be frightened and said, "Uncle Zhao, hurry up, come back to Nanyang with me, my second brother wants to kill me, only my father can save me!"

After saying that, he spread his legs and ran to the stable.

Zhao Zhengdao quickly ordered his two sons: "You can take Uncle Sun's family to the homes of the nearby people."

After saying that, he followed Zhuqiu to the stable.

What the hell is going on?

The guards of King Zhu Qizhan of Fushan were so scared that they didn't know what to do. When they came, King Fushan told him that if King Zhejiang and Chuan were crazy to beat people, they rushed in and subdued him and escorted him to the Tang Palace.

At this moment, King Fushan actually drew his sword and injured King Zhejiang, and even said he wanted to kill King Zhejiang!

What is going on?

It was not until the sound of horse hooves that Zhu Qizhan, the king of Fushan, came to his senses and said in a lost voice: "Oh no, this madman is going to go to the front of his father to sue me for the evil! Hurry, hurry up, hurry up and chase me."
Chapter completed!