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Chapter Seventeen: Zichao's Past

Wentianyu smiled slightly and said, "It turns out to be Brother Song. I offended you a lot before writing "Wentianyu". I hope Brother Song doesn't mind." After saying that, he smiled again and waited for the other party's answer with a normal expression.

Song Zichao heard this and heard that this person claimed to be Wentian Yu. He looked at him in shock and asked with a tremble in his body, "Ask, Wentian Yu, could it be that Wentian Yu who was the genius strategist and was finally crowned Xiaoyao King?"

After finishing speaking, he took a breath of cold air. He had heard of the genius strategist's name for a long time, especially when it was widely spread among the people. He didn't expect to see him in person today, and his indifferent heart suddenly became a little fanatical.

After hearing this, Wen Tianyu said disapprovingly, "Haha, it's just me. Those are just false names. Making some contribution to the country and the people is what a man should do. Besides, it's not like what is said in folklore."

"The common people have seen the prince." Song Zichao could not hide his surprise and immediately knelt down to salute.

Seeing this, Wen Tianyu hurriedly stepped forward to help Song Zichao and said with a pleasant look: "Brother Song, why are you doing this? Wen is not in the palace. Besides, I am just out for fun this time. Brother Song does not need to treat me as a prince. We can be on equal terms."

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When Song Zichao saw that Wen Tianyu was so approachable, he immediately became fond of him. He was no longer as indifferent as before. He usually walked between life and death and lived a busy life. How could he have friends? However, Wen Tianyu was with him regardless of his status.

Becoming a friend gave Song Zichao a new goal. Instead of fighting all day long, this friend was very important to him because he was the first one willing to be friends with him.

"It's such a blessing to have a friend like Brother Wen," Song Zichao said affectionately.

Wentian Yu waved his hand and said: "Haha, Brother Song is also a passionate man. He admires the heart of hoeing the strong and supporting the weak. How can Wen be compared with Brother Song? I just don't know why Brother Song treated Heifeng Village back then.

With such hatred, Brother Song slaughtered the entire village by himself? Haha, Brother Song, don’t mind, I’m just asking out of curiosity.”

"Alas! Song Zichao sighed, a sad look appeared on his face, and recalled the past. After a while, Zichao said slowly with hatred in his eyes; I was abandoned by my parents when I was very young and was adopted by a family of woodcutter.

, my family is very good to me, just like my reborn parents, but in this ordinary and beautiful life, my adoptive father saved a seriously injured man while chopping firewood, and took him back for treatment, waiting for him to recover.

Later, in order to repay the kindness of saving my life, he saw that my bones were strange, so he took me away to practice martial arts with him, and I learned his peerless sword."

When I finished my studies and went down the mountain to visit my adoptive father and mother, what I saw when I returned to the village were villagers lying on the ground. When I rushed home, my adoptive father and mother were killed by bandits. I thought

He killed them all like a man possessed. "Song Zichao said, his eyes were red, and the hatred on his face covered his whole face. Song Zichao closed his eyes and pondered for a moment before saying, "After that, I will bury my adoptive parents in the back mountain.

From then on, I began to track down the group of bandits, found their cottage and killed all the bandits. However, this did not relieve the hatred in my heart. I vowed to travel throughout the world to kill all bandits.

After listening to Song Zichao's story, Wen Tianyu looked sympathetic. He patted Song Zichao's shoulder gently and said, "Brother Song turned out to have such a bizarre childhood past. The past has passed. I hope that from now on, Brother Song will

Cheer up, I think your adoptive parents don’t want Brother Song to live in hatred all day long, ugh!!”

Song Zichao calmed down his mood and returned to his normal state, saying, "Thank you for your concern, Brother Wen. I might have continued to live the same life before, but now that I know Brother Wen, I have more concerns, so naturally I won't be like that.

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"Haha, it's good that Brother Song can think like this. I don't know what your plans are to see Brother off next. Where are you going to go?"

"I plan to visit the master first. Then, as the master wishes, I will make his swordsmanship famous in the world. This can be regarded as repaying the kindness of my mentor." Song Zichao said calmly.

"Well, that's fine. I don't know when I can see Brother Song again. After asking Tianyu, he took out a jade pendant and handed it to Song Zichao and said; Brother Song, this is the jade pendant I carry with me. I will wait for you to solve your own affairs later.

Or if you need help, just come here with this jade pendant, and I will do my best to help Brother Song."

Song Zichao gratefully tied the jade pendant and said, "Thank you Brother Wen. If Brother Wen needs anything in the future, you can ask someone to come find me with this dagger." After saying this, Song Zichao took out a golden dagger with the inscription on it.

A very special pattern was given to Wentianyu.

The two chatted for a while and then left. Wen Tianyu made a special friend. He was particularly interested in people with stories like this. Maybe it was because of his own experience. He was in a good mood at this time.

Flying all the way to the tavern, the prince will definitely be anxious if he doesn't go back.

In the tavern, Zhu Houzhao was impatient for a long time. He lost his temper at several eunuchs from time to time. This was really hard for them. There was no other way but for the little eunuchs to endure it. One was the prince, the other was the prince, and no one could do anything.

I'm so offended, I just hope the prince can come back soon, otherwise I don't know how long I will be scolded by the prince.

At this time, Wentian Yu had just entered the tavern and saw Zhu Houzhao's angry face. He immediately apologized with an embarrassed smile and said, "Oh! I'm so sorry for making Mr. Zhu wait. I forgot the time because I was chatting with my friends. At worst, I will take care of you later."

Master Zhu, go to ****."

"Your Majesty," Liu Jin quickly reminded.

When everyone heard Liu Jin's words, they quickly covered his mouth and said, "Shh!" This is a tavern. Don't reveal your identity. Ma Yongcheng reminded Liu Jin.

"Uh! When Liu Jin saw his slip of the tongue, he quickly apologized to Wentian Yu. Fortunately, no one heard it, otherwise he would have suffered. Um, Mr. Wang, it was a small slip of the tongue. Please punish him."

"Forget it, you have good intentions. You said the wrong thing in the first place, so how can I blame you?" Wen Tianyu said nonchalantly.

At this time, Zhu Houzhao got excited and said hurriedly: "Hey, no, Mr. Wang just said that he wanted to take me to that place. I didn't hear clearly. Mr. Wang, please say it again, otherwise I will not disturb you."

When Liu Jin and others saw the prince asking questions, they thought badly. The prince said something wrong just now. What should they do now? They should have known that they should not have brought the prince here. Now it is too late to regret it. Several people came with them to ask for help.

He looked at Wentianyu, hoping that the prince could persuade him.

At this time, Wen Tianyu saw the eyes of Liu Jin and others and still didn't understand what they meant, so he changed the subject and said, "Master Zhu, how about I take you to see the dancing monkeys? I'll apologize to you."

Wentianyu said slightly.

When Zhu Houzhao heard about the dancing monkey, he suddenly became curious. He also forgot about what happened just now. He nodded and said curiously: "I have seen a monkey that can climb trees. Is there a dancing monkey here?"

While several people were talking, a burst of piano music suddenly came from outside the building. The music was beautiful and delicate, like a quiet lake. Zhu Houzhao was a music lover. He often heard the more traditional music in the palace, so he asked.

This was the first time I heard this kind of folk accent, so I listened attentively.


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