Jun Wuyi shook his head and laughed, and even Xiao Yang Mo beside him laughed. Although the little ghost didn't understand the meaning of Jun Da Ge's words, it seemed like shredded potatoes and boiled water were indeed nothing delicious. But the little ghost knew about it.
of.
Tang Yuan is too fat and broad-minded, careless, and has not had a good memory. He has long forgotten all the contents of the latter. This speech is purely improvisational on the spot, but based on Shang Yu's residual impression, he actually got like him.
Decent, really talented.
Fatty Tang was still talking nonstop, but Young Master Jun no longer had the interest to listen to it anymore. He looked at Yang Mo with a smile: "Why, are you in a good mood, Miss Yang?"
Yang Mo's handsome little face instantly sank. He had always been so taboo to Jun Moye that he had always called him a little girl and forgot to refute him. He snorted from his nose and turned his head angrily. Prince Equality King
Although smart and smart, far better than ordinary little kids, they are just a ten-year-old child after all. When encountering the shameful things before, it is naturally difficult to be calm for a while. Not to mention him, even if he changes his name,
Adults who are not yet deeply in the city can never stand it.
"It's useless to be angry!" Jun Da Killer snorted, and did not persuade him. He raised his legs and shook: "If you are bullied, you only know that you are angry and can't do anything else
, Since that's the case, it's better not to be angry and have no future."
"Since it's useless to be angry, how can I do it useful?" Yang Mo endured tears for a long time and finally overflowed.
"Your little girl is not wrong at all. She will cry whenever she has something to do. Why do you cry? A man is a real man and shed tears at any time. It's really embarrassing. No wonder she is bullied!" Jun Moye said disdainfully and grabbed one on the table.
Big Apple, then took a bite: "Is crying useful? Can crying solve the problem? If you cry again, get out of here. Get out of here and cry! I won't say a word to you, let alone
I will give you an idea to vent your anger."
"I don't cry." Yang Mo hurriedly wiped away his tears, but still choked up a few times and looked at Jun Da Ren persistently: "Brother Jun, Dad said you are a smart person. Tell me, what should I do?
The three of them have loved to bully me since they were young. I... Every time I see them, I am frightened and dare not think about anything. I just want to run away immediately... Brother Jun, tell me what should I do to avoid being bullied by them.
How can I take revenge and vent my anger?”
"Take revenge? There's nothing we can do about this." Jun Mojie didn't turn his eyes, and the old god said: "He is the emperor's son. What's the biggest in the secular world? The emperor's biggest! The emperor's son, if you want to bully you, can you have it?
What's the solution? Bear it, who makes you worse than others' family background?"
"But I don't want to bear it. Brother Moye, my father said you are the smartest and nothing can stump you..." Yang Mo grabbed Jun Moye's right hand and shook it: "Just give me an idea, I beg you,
Brother Moye..."
"Stop, stop, stop quickly," Jun Moye hurriedly pushed his hand away and said impatiently: "This matter cannot be solved by being smart or not. His father is the emperor, and your father is not the emperor. You can let him go
How can I help you? There is really nothing to do! There is no way!"
Yang Mo was stunned, his eyes were filled with mist in an instant, and he saw that it was about to flow out. He turned his mouth and cried loudly. At this moment, his eyes suddenly lit up, and the crying sound was about to come out.
After swallowing it, his eyes flashed and he silently said, "...Brother Moye, you just said 'The other person's father is the emperor, and your father is not the emperor'..."
"Why is my father not the emperor? They are also the sons of the emperor's grandfather. Why is my father just a prince, but the emperor's uncle the emperor? I am also the emperor's relatives. Why can they bully me, but I can't resist at all.
?” Yang Mo opened his big round eyes and asked Master Jun clearly in black and white.
"You said just now, it's the emperor's grandfather again, what's the blood of your relatives? This is all your family's business, how can I know?" Jun Moye seemed a little impatient and said, "Can you say you can be the same as you in the past?
No prospects, I have been bullied since I was a child, but I dare not resist, and I dare not even give a fart. I am used to it, so I can only be bullied when I grow up, so I naturally can't be regarded as an emperor! So even my son is still
Got to be bullied!”
"I don't want to be bullied anymore!" Yang Mo clenched his fists suddenly: "I don't want to be bullied when I grow up! And my descendants, I don't want them to be bullied either!"
"This is not easy to deal with, it's hard..." Jun Moye sighed in a false voice.
"Is it possible that only by becoming an emperor can we not be bullied? I will not be bullied, and my descendants will not be bullied?" Xiao Yangmo asked.
Jun Moye sighed: "I don't know, I really don't know!"
"I want to be the emperor too. Do you think it's OK?" Yang Mo opened his innocent big eyes.
"You? You said just now that you are the grandson of your emperor's grandfather, so you are naturally qualified!" Jun Moye glanced at him: "You have basic qualifications, but the others are too far away, and the far is not enough.
grid!"
"Then please tell me what should I be qualified? I don't want to be bullied again!" Yang Mo asked.
Just when Jun Moye was about to answer, he heard a deafening cough sound from Jun Wuyi, the third master behind him. It was like he was suffering from tuberculosis, and he was afraid that others would not hear it. Such a deafening cough sound was
It is only limited to this separate room. It is truly worthy of being a master of Tianxuan. It is really great to be able to control and release it so easily!
The more Jun Sanye listened, the more he heard, the more he was getting worse. He was just trying to make the child happy. Why did he make the topic usurp the throne after a few turns? And it was still unconcealed and pure? This is the kind of education of Jun Moye.
The method of a child is probably not going to take too long for Xiao Yangmo. He just needs to follow Junda Military Advisor for a month or two. Well, if he still takes one or two months, wouldn’t he look down on Junda Military Advisor for a very despised method.
At most, in just a few days, you can successfully instigate the Prince of Equal and King into a hard-core rebel, the kind that will never regret it...
What exactly does this kid want to do?
"I can't answer you this question. When I get home, don't ask your father. Your father will definitely say: I'm good at bullying! I've just taught you a lesson for me. What's going on? What's going on? As long as you
Honestly, who will bully you?" Jun Moye learned from the prince's tone.
"How do you know? Every time I am bullied, my father almost always says this, but how do they bully them and how do they bully them, and it is getting worse and worse." Yang Mo blinked his eyes and looked admiring. This brother Jun is really a damn brother."
So smart.
Because my grandfather said so too.
Jun Moye thought to himself, but he couldn't speak it straight away. He snorted twice and said, "I know naturally. I also know that you are a little traitor. What others have said to you, you will tell you as soon as you turn around.
Dad, right?"
"I won't betray my friends! My father said, the person who betrays friends is not a good person, I am a good person, I will definitely not betray my friends!" Xiao Yang's tender face turned red.
"What are you anxious about?" Jun Moye gave him a blank look and said, "But there is no way. I'll tell you a story first, okay?"
Yang Mo was dejected and echoed with a lack of interest: "Okay."
Jun Wuyi, who was on the other hand, finally put his heart back in his stomach and secretly wiped his cold sweat. The two pairs of lunatics finally stopped discussing the sensitive topic and started telling stories. They almost scared me out of sight just now.
At least...
"The name of this story is called 'The Change of Xuanwu Gate'," Jun Moye said with a smile. So, Emperor Taizong of Tang Li Shimin became the prince, and Li Jiancheng and Li Yuanji became Li Shimin's cousin, and they always like to bully themselves.
Brother... A cousin endured it again and again, and finally couldn't bear it anymore. He killed the two cousins of Xuanwu Gatekeepers, and he took the throne and finally didn't have to be bullied by others...
Jun Wuyi could still listen with Yang Mohan at first. He often listened to Jun Moye telling some stories, and he liked them very much. For example, there is a story called Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and the content made Jun Wuyi intoxicated. See you today
Jun Moye wants to tell stories again, and when he hears the name, he restores what he has never heard of before, he will naturally pay attention.
But with Jun Moye's speech in a straightforward and tempting manner, Jun Wuyi had not had time to finish listening, and his nerves that had just relaxed became tense again, tighter than before, and his cold sweat instantly wet his underwear inside.
The story of the great king and great master can actually surprise a Tianxuan master with this virtue. I believe that this achievement is not the last, but it must be unprecedented!
Oh my God, today I really want to make me, the blood-clothed general Jun San, angry and scare me to death once and then again? What kind of bullshit story is you, a kid?
Oh my god, if you simply instigate the rebellion, this boy Yang Mo probably has heard of it. It would be fine if he lets out his heart. The children don’t hold grudges, but when you tell this story... this is not a fire
Have you poured another bucket of oil on it?
"Well, kill it! You should kill it like this! No mercy!" Xiao Yangmo waved his hand excitedly and cheered loudly, but a strange light suddenly flashed in his eyes. Is it aspiration? or desire? or fanaticism... or other
What does it mean?
Jun Moye's eyes flashed, it was almost done. If you say too much, how much can a child remember? Seeds need to be watered and irrigated a little bit before they can grow into big trees. They are thrown into the vast ocean at once.
Will be drowned.
Below, a strange fragrance emanated, causing a depressing exclamation. The people upstairs looked at them.
The auction of Tianpin Wine finally began after a huge momentum. On the stage, there was also a tall and straight half-bian, full of energy, neat green clothes, thick eyebrows like swords, and very cold.
When he saw this person, even Jun Moye was surprised. Is this the sloppy Song Laosan? This is really a man who relies on clothes and horses and saddles. He has put on new clothes and his back is no longer hunched.
The waist was not bent, and the whole person looked like he was reborn.
"Give me a glass of wine, I will give you a wounded person. Song Shao?!" As soon as Song Lao San appeared, someone in the audience recognized him. Song Shao, rumored that he was a master of Tianxuan level! Now, he is here to do this.
Aristocratic Hall is an auctioneer!
It's really... the nobles have arrived.
The strong smell of wine drifted away, and everyone couldn't help but sniff. Such fine wine, based on its fragrance alone, is already worthy of the title of Tianpin fine wine! Everyone was immediately impatient.
The man in black robe behind Princess Lingmeng sniffed, and a strange light shot out from his eyes. As the king of a country, he had never tasted such a fine wine before. It can be seen how rare it has been.