‘Choose three?!’

The words of King Fu Zhu Changxun have been finalized.

Lao Zhu was stunned, his head was buzzing, and his blood pressure instantly jumped to 200.

He had thought about what an astonishing reply this pig-like unscrupulous descendant would have, but he never expected that he would get such an unexpected answer!

Choose three?

Where did the three come from?!

Ji Boying was also stunned when he heard this, and almost couldn't help laughing.

This fat pig Zhu Changxun is really a talent, why didn’t you choose C?!

Bang!

The mace in Lao Zhu's hand hit Zhu Changxun directly.

"Choose three!"

Zhu Changxun's screams suddenly started.

"Choose three!!"

"We ask you to choose three!!"

Then he hammered the stick a few more times until his arm felt sore, and then Lao Zhu put down the wolf fang in his hand.

Let’s look at Zhu Changxun, the King of Fortune, who received several fangs from his ancestors. Apart from a bruised nose and swollen face, he looks like a normal person, which perfectly explains how arrogant it is to have a fat body.

If it were the Jiajing Immortal with a crane-like body who had been exposed to such sticks and fangs like Lao Zhu, he would probably have been broken and half disabled.

Longqing Emperor Zhu Zaijing is the best example. He was a good person, but he was crippled by Lao Zhu.

At this moment, King Fu Zhu Changxun didn't react much at all. He just lay on the ground and pretended to howl a few times to satisfy his ancestors' sense of accomplishment.

When the mace hit him, it was like hitting an irregular air cushion.

But this is also because Lao Zhu shows mercy to his children and grandchildren.

The mace in his hand is specially made.

Lao Zhu specially ordered people to grind the deadly wolf fangs on the stick.

"Why are you so dazed? Why don't you kowtow to Grandpa Taizu!"

When Lao Wanli saw that there was nothing unusual about Zhu Changxun, he suddenly felt relieved and kept talking. He was afraid that if it was too late, he would not be able to save his precious son.

‘Grandfather?!’

In just a few minutes, Zhu Changxun, who had already been beaten more than he had been beaten in the first half of his life combined, suddenly woke up with his pig-headed brain, and his brain circuit came back, and he seemed to finally understand what was happening in front of him.

What's going on?

Don’t think too much about it, just give it a try, and kowtow your head firmly on the ground.

"Zhu Changxun, an unworthy descendant, allowed Grandpa Taizu to suffer!"

No matter how stupid he is, Zhu Changxun also knows that he has no choice now. He must get over it first.

Anyway, as long as his father still loves him, he will eventually turn around. After all, this great grandfather cannot stay in the world forever, and sooner or later he will have to go underground.

This is the rule. The gate of hell opens once a year. This is what the old Taoist priest in the palace told him.

In Zhu Changxun's opinion, these ancestors should all come from underground.

‘Don’t stay underground during the Chinese New Year, but come up to scare people for no reason. These ancestors are all evil spirits.’

King Fu murmured in his heart.

Lao Zhu handed the mace to Xiao Zhu Si, took a few breaths, and looked at the tenth generation grandson who had been hit with the stick several times by him, but turned out to be just like a normal person. He was as fat as a pig. He was so angry that his teeth were filled with anger.

Itchy.

Then, his eyes fell on old Wanli.

"I'll take your pig-like son, confiscate your family wealth, and send him to Lingnan, where he can return home as thin as a hundred pounds."

Boom!

When Lao Wanli and King Fu Zhu Changxun heard these last six words, they exploded instantly.

‘You can lose weight to a hundred pounds!’

Zhu Changxun collapsed and knelt on the ground, and said "Wow" and was about to cry. He now weighs more than three hundred kilograms. He has to lose more than two hundred kilograms of meat before he can return from Lingnan. This is simply worse than killing him.

Pain.

"Huh?"

Seeing that Lao Wanli did not move, Lao Zhu's eyes turned cold.

"Or do you also want to go to Lingnan together?"

Ding.

Old Wanli panicked, his scalp was numb with fright, and he responded quickly.

"The ninth generation grandson Zhu Yijun sincerely obeys the sacred order of Taizu."

Then Lao Wanli looked at his beloved son, with deep unbearability in his eyes.

But there is no other way. It is better to sacrifice one person than to annihilate the whole army. As the saying goes, 'If you keep dad here, you won't have to worry about having no meat to eat.'

Old Wanli gave King Fu a look.

The general idea is: Son, my father, I can't save myself now, so I can only force you to go to Lingnan to lose weight. Don't worry, after you lose a hundred pounds, my father will immediately take you back.

I’ve raised you to a point where I’m fat and healthy.

"Forget it about Lingnan."

Ji Boying interrupted at this time.

"Yes, yes, let's change the place!"

Old Wanli was immediately happy when he heard this. The immortal master had spoken for his son. As long as the immortal master spoke, the great ancestor would definitely listen!

Zhu Changxun also paused, feeling a little moved inexplicably. He looked at Ji Boying excitedly, and it turned out that this immortal master still had some humanity.

"I'll send you to Longchang in Guizhou, so I can feel the saint's aura up close. Maybe I'll have a chance to learn some of the saint's thoughts from it."

Boom...!

Zhu Changxun was stunned for a moment.

Guizhou Longchang belongs to the land of Qianzhou. It is an important place for exile. The living conditions are extremely poor, worse than Lingnan. The Longchang place is full of savages from ethnic minorities and extremely vicious fugitives. If you don't deal with them at all, they will enter with a white knife

The red knife comes out.

Even when Mr. Yangming arrived at Longchang at the beginning of the year, his mentality almost collapsed.

"Okay, as my brother said, Zhu Changxun will be sent to a farm in Guizhou until he loses weight to a hundred pounds."

"Hmm."

Ji Boying has always been a man of action who does what he says and never does anything in vain. He glanced at Zhu Changxun, King of Fortune.

"You look so pitiful."

"I will spare you the pain of traveling across mountains and rivers."

The words fell.

Fu Wang Zhu Changxun, who was kneeling on the ground, disappeared before he could cry.

Of course, Zhu Changxun did not return to his luxurious Prince Fu's Mansion in Luoyang, but to the leaky and leaky Longchang shabby house where Mr. Wang Yangming attained enlightenment a hundred years ago.

There, the blessed king Zhu Changxun, who is a descendant of the Zhu family, will personally experience the relics of the Ming sage's enlightenment and follow the sage's trajectory to pursue the way of heaven and man.

At the same time, lose weight.

Old Wanli looked at the place where King Fu disappeared, his pupils shrank sharply, and his eyes suddenly became anxious. He couldn't wait to send a decree to the Governor of Guizhou, assuming that there was such a person as the Governor of Guizhou.

But even though the edict was urgently delivered from 800 miles away from the capital, by the time the edict arrived in Guizhou, and by the time Guizhou officials went to Longchang to find Zhu Changxun, the blessed king Zhu Changxun had already eaten a lot of wild grass, and he was probably as good as half

Almost like a savage.

Life and death are determined by destiny, wealth and honor are in heaven, everything depends on Zhu Changxun himself.

"In addition, give a decree to your nephew Zhu Changzi."

"Within three days, he is ordered to return to the fields and the people, and donate five million taels of silver to support the nine-border army."

This Zhu Changxi is the son of King Zhu Yili of Lu. When Zhu Yili came to power, more than 500 ships were used to transport treasures and furniture.

"Fourth."

Ji Boying looked at Old Wanli.

What he just wanted to say has not yet been completely finished.

"It is decreed that the Crown Prince Zhu Changluo should come out of the palace to study."

The matter of Zhu Changluo studying is also strange.

Now approaching the age of knowing his destiny, the thirty-six-year-old Crown Prince Zhu Changluo has not read seriously for more than twenty years.

I recall that the first time Zhu Changluo went to class was in the 23rd year of Wanli, that is, when Zhu Changluo was thirteen years old, and Wanli, who had always been accustomed to extravagance and waste, specially issued an edict: When the crown prince goes out to study, all favors will be given.

All kills will be reduced.

You know, when Wanli was five years old, he began to study outside the pavilion, and a grand ceremony was held.
To be continued...