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Without his monthly salary, Wu Ming, who was trapped in Ciyun Garden, could not recuperate his body. He only relied on the treasures and medicinal materials given by the emperor, and he might run out of food one day.
Moreover, Wu Ming could conclude that this batch of medicinal materials could not be obtained, so he did not blame Wu Fu for taking matters into his own hands. After all, it was for his own good.
Along the way, Wu Ming had already thought of dozens of ways to get money from the accounting room.
"Young prince, the emperor has made it clear that you must observe filial piety in Ciyun Garden and cannot leave..."
Wu Fu looked worried.
"Uncle Fu, it's not that I don't want to wait quietly until the filial piety is over. If I don't ask for it this time, it will be even harder to ask for it in the future. Even if it comes, what's the difference between giving alms? Does it mean that I have to wait until I run out of food before I ask for help?"
Wu Ming smiled bitterly, patted Wu Fu's shoulder gently, and said comfortingly, "Don't worry, I won't mess around. My life is precious!"
The emperor's will was both a protective umbrella and an iron chain, firmly trapping him here.
But with his character, how could he sit still and wait for death?
Wu Fu opened his mouth, but after all he didn't try to persuade him any more. He was just overjoyed and felt that his little master had really enlightened himself since he came back from the grassland!
"Hey, isn't this brother Ming? Why didn't you keep your filial piety in Ciyun Garden and ran away? If outsiders know that you are disobedient and disobedient, won't you be accused of having evil intentions and being disrespectful in our Prince Wu's Palace?
"
Before they had gone far, a group of people jumped out of the diagonal pier. A boy of sixteen or seventeen years old with acne on his face blocked the way with a playful smile.
"Who are you?"
Wu Ming raised his eyebrows, feeling vaguely familiar, but couldn't remember who it was.
"This is Master Feiyang, Wu Yang, the youngest son of the elder Wu Zhongyi!"
Wu Fu stood in front of Wu Ming vigilantly, looked at the young man carefully, and warned in a low voice.
Wu Ming suddenly realized that it was this boy.
The old King of Wu, Wu Xiong, had only one son in his life, Wu Xu, who was Wu Ming's biological father.
In his early years, he fought on the battlefield and adopted four adopted sons, the eldest Zhang Zhongyi, the second son Zhao Hong, the third son Wang Qingcang, and the fourth son Yuan Cheng.
The four of them guarded four of the five border towns of Prince Wu's estate. Among them, Zhang Zhongyi changed his surname to Wu, and Wu Yang was his sixth son!
"What is Mr. Yang? Old man, open your eyes wide and see clearly, this is the young prince, the heir to the Eight Classics of Prince Wu's Palace!"
A group of servants carelessly pushed Wu Fu.
"you……"
Wu Fu protected Wu Ming and staggered backwards. He dared not speak in anger.
One old and one young, no match for these strong men, they were soon pushed into a corner, unable to advance or retreat.
"Haha, brother Ming, you just came back. Brother, I heard that you don't have much money. Let's do this. I will personally sponsor you with some money, but you have to mortgage something!"
Wu Yang held Wu Ming's neck with a smile on his face and gradually tightened his hands.
Although this kid is uneducated and has no skills, he is three years older and has been practicing martial arts all year round. In just a few breaths, Wu Mingle's face turned red and his neck became thick, and he seemed to be ready to let go if he didn't agree.
Wu Fu was surrounded by all the servants, his eyes were burning with anxiety, and he couldn't intervene at all.
"Ahem!"
Wu Ming was fainted, suppressing the anger in his heart, and kept showing weakness.
So what if you don’t show weakness?
Even if they try to defeat Wu Yang, those big servants are not just for free, he will definitely suffer the loss.
"Not on you?"
It wasn't until Wu Ming searched all over his body that Wu Yang frowned, threw Wu Ming hard, and sneered, "Brother Ming, those who know the current affairs are heroes. You are still young. It is not good to lose some things. Or
Leave it to my brother and I will keep it for you!"
"What the young prince said is, boy, if you are wise, hand over the treasure quickly. From now on, the young prince will protect you and keep the most popular things for you to drink!"
The servants were laughing and hooting, and were gearing up, as if Wu Ming would kill him on the spot if he didn't agree.
"You...you..."
Wu Fu was so angry that he couldn't even say anything.
"If you have something to say, tell it carefully. It's not good to be too handsy. You want a treasure, right? You should have said no earlier. It hurts the feelings of your brothers. How bad is it?"
Wu Ming took a few deep breaths, looked timid, and reached out to touch his trouser legs, looking resigned to his fate.
"So he is hiding here, he is indeed a cunning boy!"
Seeing that Wu Ming was on the right track, Wu Yang was overjoyed, thinking to himself, and hurriedly stepped forward to help him, smiling and saying, "Haha, okay, okay, brother Ming is indeed a smart man and sensible, so we can't hurt our brotherly feelings for this...
"
Bang!
Suddenly, Wu Ming raised his head fiercely and pressed it hard on the bridge of Wu Yang's nose. The pain made his face full of tears and runny nose.
"Ah, you..."
Wu Yang never thought that Wu Ming would dare to take action, and he was in an obviously weak position. Just when he was about to say harsh words, he felt a sharp pain in his vagina, and instantly curled up on the ground like a cooked shrimp, unable to utter a single word.
The servants were still pushing and shoving Wu Fu. They were not prepared at all for Wu Ming, a loser who dared to take action in this situation. They were stunned and did not recover.
Wu Zi thought that the scream that stopped suddenly was caused by Wu Ming!
"Bold, little bastard, you are seeking death!"
"I'll skin you little bastard alive!"
"What are you doing? Why don't you let go of the young prince quickly!"
When they discovered that it was Wu Yang who fell to the ground, they were still stunned for a moment, and then they all rushed over in anger, but in an instant they were stunned on the spot.
At some point, Wu Ming knelt on the ground, stepped on Wu Yang's neck with one foot, and held half a branch in his other hand, stopping just in front of Wu Yang's eyes.
In terms of strength, in an honest fight alone, ten Wu Mings bundled together are no match for Wu Yang.
But by changing the location and giving Wu Ming time, he could prepare countless ways to kill Wu Yang without leaving any traces.
However, in this situation, the only choice is to show the enemy weakness and then stand out to defeat the enemy.
Originally, he didn't want to do this. After all, once he let Wu Yang go, there would be no way to stop so many people from taking revenge.
Just because I vaguely heard a roll call, and when I looked up, I saw silhouettes of people in the distance, and it seemed that many people were coming this way, I chose to suddenly attack him.
…
"Let...let me go, little bastard, I want you to die badly!"
Wu Yang didn't dare to struggle too hard. The sharp branch made him dare not move rashly.
Moreover, the severe pain in the lower body and the bridge of the nose swept through the whole body, and it was impossible to exert much strength!
No matter what level a martial artist reaches, these two vital points of the human body are a man's greatest weakness, and those who hit them will have no power to fight back, without exception.
"Haha, he who knows the current affairs is a hero. Why doesn't the young prince know the current affairs?"
Wu Ming patted Wu Yang's cheek nonchalantly and rubbed the branch forward, not caring at all about the resentment in the other person's eyes.
However, anyone can clearly see the sweat on Wu Ming's cheeks.
Although the headbutt and vaginal kicking are very simple moves, with his current body, it is too strenuous to perform them.
Moreover, he was afraid that Wu Yang's body would be able to resist, so he used almost all his strength!
Not to mention Wu Yang, even if he is an accomplished warrior, if he is attacked unprepared, he will instantly lose his resistance.
"Well, I...it was my lard that deceived my heart. I shouldn't be coveting your treasures. Please forgive me, Mingdi, for once!"
Wu Yang was so shaken by the branches that he suppressed his anger and begged for mercy.
However, the resentment in his eyes cannot be removed no matter what!
"The young prince has already apologized, Xiao Za... you are brothers, you can't do things that make enemies happy and relatives painful!"
A servant persuaded in a eloquent manner.
"Of course I won't do such a thing, but I, Wu Ming, really can't compete with a noble brother like the young prince Wu Yang, and I don't want a brother who uses force to rob my mistress's relics!"
Wu Ming threw down the branch, stood up and said loudly.
"You are such a fool. If you kill this good-for-nothing, you are the relic of the mistress. If you, this good-for-nothing, is dead, the whole palace belongs to my Zhang family.
Don't you want to keep your filial piety? Come on, kill him! I want to turn this place into a hut!"
Wu Yang was overjoyed and stood up, covering his lower body and said viciously.
"Look, little prince, if we don't skin this bastard alive, we won't have to hang out in the palace!"
"Haha, I have long disliked this sick man. What a piece of shit is worthy of occupying such a good feng shui in the palace!"
"In Prince Wu's Mansion, only the young prince is qualified..."
The servants were gearing up and rushing up with ferocious smiles.
Facing the vicious servants, Wu Ming not only did not have the slightest bit of cowardice or fear as before, but instead stood there with a half-smile.
"Report, Prince Mu's Mansion has sent a greeting card!"
"Report, Prince Zhan's Mansion has sent a greeting card!"
"Report, the Iron Sword Prince's Palace has sent a greeting card!"
Three loud roll calls instantly silenced all the evil slaves. From a distance, it looked like everyone was engaged in a flash mob.
Even Wu Yang, the 'little prince' who wanted to peel off Wu Ming's cramps, was stunned on the spot and his brain short-circuited.
Wu Fu, who was already desperate, looked at Wu Ming, who was standing with his hands behind his back. His thin body seemed to be infinitely tall and straight, giving him a vague feeling of looking up from a high mountain!
"Wu Ming, the young prince of Prince Wu's Mansion, please take the post!"
Suddenly Wu Fu got up and shouted loudly.
In fact, without him shouting, those people were already close and heard everyone's words clearly.
If not, how could Wu Ming put himself at a disadvantage?
I saw a group of more than a dozen people, three distinct teams, holding various jade plates and treasure chests, approaching in a mighty manner.
Even though Wu Yang hated Wu Ming so much, he didn't dare to take action at this time.
Moreover, the three people headed by them were people whom even his father Zhang Zhongyi would have to show courtesy to when he saw them.
At this time, he wanted to come forward to greet him, but they ignored him and walked straight to Wu Ming.
What shocked him even more was that the three of them were here to give gifts, and the one who received the gifts was Wu Ming!
"Mu Qingyun of Prince Mu's Mansion, pays homage to the young prince. The prince heard that yesterday Miss Qin'er was rude and disturbed Ciyun Garden and disturbed Princess Ming'an. Fortunately, the young prince was generous and did not blame him. He gave a gift as a token of his gratitude.
apologize!"
Mu Qingyun was a tall and thin middle-aged man with a long sword hanging from his waist. He bowed to Wu Ming in a neither humble nor overbearing manner, presented the gift list, and had his servants open the treasures one by one.
The dazzling array of gold and silver jewelry is next, and the most eye-catching ones are several jade bottles and jade boxes.
The people from the other two palaces said roughly the same thing, but the gifts were quite different.
"Zhao Gang, Prince of Zhan, has met the young prince. If the young prince has taken the liberty to visit, he is not polite enough and is deeply uneasy. He specially presents twelve volumes of Confucian rare books, a pair of Lingzhang inkstones, three wolf-hair iron pens, and orchids.
Five sets of fragrant ink, please give me the grace of the young prince!"
Zhao Gang is a short-built young man in his thirties.
Although he is not tall, he is the most powerful among the three leaders. Under his tight-fitting clothes, his bulging muscles are visible.
Wu Ming especially noticed that when he handed over his hands, there was a flash of iron-gray brilliance on his hands that were not unusual.
Wu Ming was a little surprised by the treasures presented to him by Prince Zhan's Mansion, where Zhao Yu was born. None of them could be used by warriors.
What was even more surprising was that after giving the gifts and apologizing for their sins, neither of them led the group to leave, but stood aside quietly.
Although he looked intently and acted as if it had nothing to do with him, Wu Ming felt that they were all waiting for the last person to submit the gift list!