Qiluo said seemingly unintentionally, and then secretly looked at Emperor Zhuyao's face.
"Being tortured?"
"Well, it was so miserable. I lost a lot of blood and my hand was almost broken. My mother was in a coma for three days and three nights because of this. She was sweating all over. She kept calling my father's name when she was unconscious..."
"..."
"Father...Father...why don't you speak? What are you thinking about?"
Qiluo's hands were shaking in front of Emperor Zhuyao's eyes.
"Oh, Qiluo, come, my father will show you the Jurchen map. If my father wants to conquer it himself, you and Wuya will go together."
Emperor Zhuyao came back to his senses and said with a calm smile on his face.
"oh."
Qiluo was obedient and followed her father to look at the pictures.
…
Now the Thirteenth Prince Zhu Yetong is already the eldest prince of Qin Cen State, but the good relationship between Qin Cen State and the Ri Yao Dynasty does not prevent him from moving around freely in Yao Capital and the palace.
Emperor Zhuyao still regarded him as his thirteenth brother, but he took back the rights of the regent. The thirteenth prince was still his residence.
On the martial arts training ground, a solemn-looking Zhuye Hitomi fired both arrows, hitting the bullseye.
"Master, your archery skills are getting better and better!"
Zuo Mu clapped his hands and praised.
But Hitomi Zhuye's face no longer had the domineering look of the past, and was replaced by a deep loneliness, as if the sun had lost its glory.
Seeing this, Zuo Mu's mood became gloomy. Do you want to show Miss Nuomin's letter to Master Thirteen? If he is so decadent now, will he care about Miss Nuomin's affairs?
In Qin Cen Kingdom, Miss Nuomin followed Master Thirteen through life and death. When Master Thirteen succeeded, she suddenly left without leaving a word or a token.
Zuo Mu asked her, Miss Nuomin, is it worth it for you to just leave like this?
Nuo Min smiled, knowing that Zuo Mu had already seen through her thoughts, so she did not hide it and said directly that it was worth it to have shared memories.
This letter suddenly came here again, I think it is a very important matter.
"Master Thirteen..."
"Thirteenth Uncle, Thirteenth Uncle, I'm here, what should I learn today?"
"Uncle Thirteen."
"Thirteenth Master."
Zuo Mugang was about to take out the letter and present it to Zhu Yetong, but Zhu Buhui ran over under the leadership of Wuya and Qiluo. He took the letter back first, thinking that he would wait for the princess and the young prince to return.
Let’s talk about it later.
As soon as these three little ancestors appeared, the Thirteenth Prince's Mansion became lively.
"Don't regret it, come here!"
When Zhu Yetong saw Zhu Buhui, he was in a good mood. He handed the bow and arrow to Zuo Mu, picked up Zhu Buhui and ravaged his face.
"Huh? Uncle Thirteen, don't play with my face all the time, it will get bad!"
Zhubuhui is depressed. Adults like to pinch his face. Wouldn’t it deform him? Doesn’t pinching his face cost money?
Zhuye Hitomi pinched it again, "Who told you to look so similar to your father!"
He felt that he was bullying Emperor Zhuyao when he was a child. It was really enjoyable!
No regrets := =!
"Uncle Thirteen, how's your study going?"
Qiluo came up and asked.
"I don't regret that I am very talented. I learned the theory of acupuncture last time, and I can start practicing it this time. But, why do you want to learn acupoints?"
"This..." Zhubuhui blinked innocently, "To protect my sister and mother."
For this reason, Zhu Yetong would never object to it.
"Very good! I will be promising in the future!"
As expected, Zhuye Hitomi was filled with admiration.
"There is potential now." Zhubuhui corrected.
"Hahaha……"
A rare and hearty laugh from Hitomi Zhuye echoed throughout the martial arts training ground.
"Uncle Thirteen, you said you wanted to find someone to practice with, right?" Zhubuhui blinked again and asked slyly, his eyes drifting towards someone.
Wu Yazi, who had been looking coldly at the side, suddenly felt a chill rising from the back of his head.
"let's go."
He tugged on Qiluo's sleeves and turned to leave.
"stop!!"
Zhu Yetong and Zhu Bugui spoke at the same time.
"I don't!"
He flatly refused.
What? How could he be reduced to a prop for a kid to practice acupuncture? It’s ridiculous, it’s impossible, even his Qiluo would never approve of it!
"You brat! You still don't take my king's orders seriously, do you?"
Hitomi Zhuye yelled at him.
"Never." He answered honestly. He only paid attention to the orders related to Qiluo.
"You don't take my orders seriously, do you?"
Zhu Bugui also imitated Zhu Yetong's tone and shouted.
"Don't even think about it!" He refused even more simply!
"What about mine?"
Suddenly, a weak female voice interrupted.
His face suddenly darkened, and he looked at Qiluo, "You...don't even think about it!"
He turned to leave.
"Hey..." Qiluo quickly chased after him, pulled his sleeves, shook them, and said softly, "Little brother, why don't you practice with Buhui? Anyway, Uncle Thirteen said, he is talented.
You're smart, there will be no problem."
She hasn't called Wuyazi little brother for a long time. It seems like she hasn't called him that since Zhubuhui was born.
Wu Yazi's face turned red after hearing this, and a sweet feeling surged in his heart.
"Little brother..."
She swayed again, looking so coquettish.
"Oh well."
He was at his wits end.
Then, an irresistible picture appeared.
Wu Yazi stood numbly like a wooden stake in front of Zhuye Tong and Zhu Buhui. Zhuye Tong pointed at various acupuncture points on Wu Yazi's body and taught Zhu Buhui how to identify them.
Qiluo stood aside and watched, seeing Wuya's expression, she couldn't stop snickering.
"Uncle Thirteen, I think he is fully clothed and can be easily identified. It would be better to take off all his clothes. That would make it easier to argue."
After Zhu Bugui identified four acupuncture points and tapped them four times, three of which failed and one succeeded, he suddenly suggested.