have to!

Another prince comes.

Lao Zhao's family had a vague expectation of such a thing.

Zhao Dingbian and Zhao Hao feel that many princes have bad brains.

The black-faced man felt that his son was so outstanding, and he must have been snatched by those princes, so he would naturally be snatched by those princes to be his brother-in-law.

Zhao Dingbian had a headache because all these princes came, so he seemed to be very popular. The older he was, the younger his mind, the more unhappy he would definitely make him unhappy.

But I can't stop these princes, because as soon as I stop them, I will appear smart and guilty, and the old guy will be even more unhappy.

He looked at his son's smiling black face again, and his head hurt even more.

"Prince Ninth is here!"

Zhao Dingbian could only wave his hand. Now there is a fourteenth prince in the room, so naturally the whole family can't continue to pick him up.

Jiang Liyun's face was tense. Although he came early, he didn't even explain the purpose of the arrival of the ninth prince. So wasn't I here in vain?

He didn't say anything, but subconsciously moved a few steps towards Zhao Hao, which made him look more intimate with Zhao Hao.

After a while, the ninth prince arrived and also paid a regular visit to the old man and asked him about his well-being.

The ninth prince is named Jiang Songting. He is twenty-seven years old. Although he ranks ahead, his actual age is not much different from that of Jiang Liyun.

Zhao Dingbian smiled faintly and said, "What's wrong with Your Highness coming today?"

Jiang Songting bowed: "Natural..."

Zhao Hao interrupted, "Of course I'm here to discuss poetry with me! Brother Songting, you're here just right. I'm having a happy discussion with Brother Yun. Should I come together?"

Jiang Songting choked, who is going to discuss poetry with you?

But if you think about it carefully, this is obviously a good time to get closer to Zhao Hao. If you avoid this topic, wouldn’t you be even behind Jiang Liyun?

So he could only nod, "That's right! I came here this time to discuss poetry, and Brother Hao understood me!"

"I originally thought it was hard to find a soulmate, but I didn't expect to meet two people today!"

Zhao Hao looked at Zhao Dingbian: "Grandpa! I can't help but discuss poetry with the two Your Highnesses. It's too noisy to discuss here, so let's go to the study first!"

Zhao Dingbian waved his hand: "Go! Go!"

"Okay!"

Zhao Hao smiled and made a gesture of invitation: "Two Your Highnesses come with me!"

After saying that, he left directly.

The two princes looked at each other, and saw the hostility in each other's eyes, and quickly followed.

After all, with the old man's pampering of Zhao Hao, he must have chosen people by himself. This time, the one he should licked is Zhao Hao himself.

Zhao Dingbian rubbed his eyebrows, thinking that this kid is becoming more and more clever. Fortunately, he didn't teach him serious things before, otherwise he would have been killed by his head now.

It’s okay to leave, so you can avoid getting upset when you leave.

The black-faced man stood up with a loud voice: "I'll go too!"

Bai Xiu said in confusion: "They discuss poetry, what are you doing with the past?"

The black-faced man laughed and said, "I still want to listen to those princes writing poems. I heard it so exciting just now!"

Bai Xiu: "???"

The couple had a friendly exchange for a long time, but in the end the black-faced man still didn't go. He wanted to go to the practice room to exercise his muscles, but the old man called him back.

The black-faced man wondered: "Why, Dad?"

Zhao Dingbian raised his eyelids: "Because someone will come!"

The black-faced man was surprised: "You know all this?"

Before he finished speaking, the concierge came again.

"The Seventh Prince is here!"

"Please!"

Then, as expected, the Seventh Prince greeted him and learned that Zhao Hao was in the study, so he also joined in to discuss poetry.

The black-faced man was amazed: "So many princes like poetry!"

Bai Xiu gave him a blank look: "Do you really think they like poetry?"

The black-faced man cut, "I'm sarcastic about them, can't you hear it? They just came for Hao'er, saying that they like poetry is just a vain and a weak tongue!"

Bai Xiu corrected: "That word is pronounced as an ant, and it is a false and serpent!"

The black-faced man looked at him: "You fool me, I was bitten by a snake. Do you not even recognize the word "snake?"

Bai Xiu: "…"

After a while.

"The Eighth Prince is here!"

After another greeting, another prince entered the study.

The black-faced man slapped his forehead: "I understand. We are the madams in the brothel. Sitting here is to attract customers for Hao'er!"

Bai Xiu: "…"

Zhao Dingbian: “…”

The black-faced man looked worried: "Can Haoer deal with it alone?"

Bai Xiu looked at him with a look: "It seems that you have been going a lot when you were young!"

The black-faced man's face changed: "Fart! When I was young, I stayed in the army and had to be confined to the brothel for fifteen days. Look at when I was imprisoned? My father is very strict with me. How could I not be in charge of me because I am a genius soldier king?"

...

Compared to the deserted main hall, the study room is much more lively.

From just after noon to the setting sun, the study room was filled with a lively literary atmosphere.

I have to say that it is really interesting to discuss poetry with these illiterate illiterate ones.

These dogs usually look at Shi Wenwen, but they all secretly have scum like me!

Others also echoed: "Good poems, good poems!"

There were five princes in the small study room, and each of them used all their skills to make Zhao Hao happy.

A bunch of bad poetry baskets, I wrote poems for the afternoon without any discomfort.

No one talks about proposing marriage first, because in this environment, the first person to propose this matter will appear to be too utilitarian.

If this caused Zhao Hao's disgust, it would be a loss!

Zhao Hao also wanted to have fun.

To be honest, Jiang Liyun was the first to come, which was a huge surprise for him.

Because he didn't want to hear those princes competing against each other. They really wanted to line up to propose marriage, and they were like pimps, and they were not as good as Yang's mother from Tianxiang Pavilion.

That scene...it would be embarrassing to think about it.

Hello Jiang Liyun!

Jiang Liyun was the first to come and instantly created a good poetic atmosphere. Look at this literary environment, isn’t it more interesting than pimping?

Zhao Hao looked at the sky, and the fire clouds looked extremely peaceful.

alright!

You can send them away.

However, at this moment, a whistle suddenly came from a distance.

The sound was breathtaking and everyone was pale when they heard it.

Ferocious beast!

It must be a ferocious beast with a strength of 3 or above!

Even Zhao Dingbian, who was in the main hall, opened his eyes. Although this ferocious beast was only third-grade, he had been lying on the battlefield for many years, and he could immediately confirm that this was a mount when he heard it.

If there are third-grade ferocious beasts as mounts, the owner of the mount must be not weak.

Regardless of whether the person who comes is not good or not, he must react immediately.

Fight!

"Malay!"

The other end of Zhenguo Mansion immediately cried out with the neighing horses.

This is a special method for Zhao Dingbian to call for the wind and war horses.

The next moment, the tall and mighty war horse crossed the high wall, appearing full of pressure under the setting sun.

"Bang!"

The war horse landed on the ground, and then...

When his hind legs became weak, he knelt in front of Zhao Dingbian with a plop.

Bai Xiu: "…"

Black-faced man: "…"

Zhao Dingbian: "???"
Chapter completed!