I really didn't want to be emperor

The end of the martial arts scene.

Ye Jun got up and walked towards the study.

Moving forward.

The housekeeper appeared with a serious face, "The prince, the eldest princess sent someone to deliver something. The minion didn't know what it was, and ordered someone to put it in the study."

Ye Jun nodded, "Okay, this king knows."

The steward said again: "The prince, the East Palace and the Palace of Wei have sent posts successively, inviting the prince to celebrate the new year."

Hear the sound.

Ye Jun stepped to a halt, "It was the same in previous years?"

The steward shook his head, and continued: "In previous years, the prince and the king of Wei also posted posts. They have them in each house, but they have never sent them to the prince."

Ye Jun smiled lightly, knowing why the prince and Wei Wang sent him posts this year.

"You go to prepare some prayers, don't be shabby."

The housekeeper looked at Ye Jun, "Master, is this going to the East Palace and the Wei Palace?"

Ye Jundao: "This king is so busy, if there is time to pass, just send someone to the worship."

The steward said: "The slave understands."

Ye Jun moved on, and suddenly turned around to look at the housekeeper, "Go to the Jinyiwei Commander's Yamen and let Long Aoyi, Shen Lian, and Zongharer return to the house."

"The minion is here!"

Return to the study.

Ye Jun pushed open the door and saw Daji standing in front of the case, looking very seriously on the table.

Suddenly seeing Ye Jun coming, Daji looked back at him, "Master, what is written on this case?"

Ye Jun came to Daji's side, "This is the Spring Festival couplet written by this king to the palace."

Spring couplets?

Da Ji looked blank.

Ye Jun said again: "Posting Spring Festival couplets on New Year's Day is to suppress evil and exorcise ghosts and pray for good fortune. At the same time, it is also a great expectation for a happy life.

Daji nodded lightly, "Is this the prince who came up with it again?"

Ye Jun shook his head and said with a smile: "No, this king is just learning."

Daji pointed to one side of the Spring Festival couplets and read: Five thousand years up and down, the peaceful and prosperous world is happy today, listening to the music of the bells and the ringing, all parties drank drunk wine.

Ninety-thousand-thousand li, the splendid country belongs to the great summer, watching the dragon and lion dance, singing the song of triumph in the world.

Poluoping is a man, and he is the first in the past and the present.

Only when the generals enter the phase, they are both civil and military.

Reading it.

Daji paused and said with a smile: "Master, these four Spring Festival couplets are magnificent and energetic."

"Good literary talent!"

then.

She moved the two couplets away and looked down, "Yesterday, today, tomorrow, day after day. Golden guns, silver guns, iron guns, guns in the throat.

The hero's sword is not old, and the old lady still has the charm."

this moment.

Daji frowned and looked up at Ye Jun. The latter smiled and said, "These two couplets are written in vain, they are purely practice pen."

"It's well written."

Ye Jundao: "Ai Concubine feels good!"

at this time.

A guard in the house appeared outside the door.

Bowing and bowing, he said, "The prince, King Pingxi invites the prince to cross the house."

King Pingxi?

Ye Jun's thoughts fluttered, searching for information about King Pingxi.

A little time.

He murmured, "Isn't King Pingxi the Ninth Prince?"

The Nine Kings Ye Zhan always guarded the western border, and Xia Huang named him the King of Pingxi.

In Ye Jun's memory, he hadn't seen Ye Zhan in years.

In the past, Ye Zhanfeng was recalled to Beijing, and he would come to see him in the mansion every time. Apart from Emperor Xia, he was one of the few people who treated him well.

In the past few years, Ye Zhan has not returned to Beijing, and Ye Jun's memory of him is a little blurred.

Today Ye Zhan returned and summoned him into the mansion, Ye Jun had no reason to refuse.

One thought ends here.

Ye Jun glanced at Daji, "Ai concubine continues to study Spring Festival couplets, and this king is going to Pingxi Palace."

Daji nodded lightly, "Master, be careful."

.............

Pingxi Palace.

Located at the foot of the imperial city.

An old mansion.

Among the many courtyards in Jinling City, this mansion has been around for some years.

It does not look majestic, majestic, and gives a sense of restrained and calm.

The vicissitudes of life exuded, especially the traces left by the years, make it look more and more charming.

Ye Jun took Zhao Yun to the outside of the palace.

The guarding soldiers seemed to know Ye Jun was coming.

Without any hindrance, he entered the palace all the way.

The layout of the palace is superbly crafted, the building layout is regular, and the craftsmanship is excellent.

Moving forward.

The pavilions are scattered, with towering ancient trees, strange stones, pavilions, terraces and pavilions, and winding paths are quiet.

Along the way, Ye Jun nodded frequently and liked the layout of Pingxi Palace very much.

From the architectural pattern, you can see a person's character.

A little time.

Two figures of Ye Jun appeared in the backyard of the palace.

A courtyard outside.

The guard who led them stopped, "Your Majesty, my prince is in the courtyard."

Ye Jun strode in, staring intently and saw a middle-aged man chopping wood.

He is King Pingxi?

He was dressed in coarse linen, his sleeves rolled up, and he was holding a giant axe. It looked like a wood chopper.

But the breath radiating from him made Ye Jun sure that the man in front of him was Pingxi King Ye Zhan.

Although he was dressed in coarse linen, it was hard to hide his extravagance.

In addition to the nobleness of the royal family, he has a bit more domineering and resolute.

The face is like a knife cut, the facial features are distinct, the edge is restrained, and the body inadvertently exudes a murderous air.

"Uncle Jiuwang, how can you do this kind of rough work? I'll do it!"

Ye Jun stepped forward quickly and walked towards Ye Zhan.

suddenly.

A strong wind blew towards you.

I saw Ye Zhan wave his arm, and the giant axe in his palm volleyed down, close to Ye Jun's cheek.

Under the strong wind swept, Ye Junwu's hair flew, his toes swept across the ground, and he instantly distanced himself from Ye Zhan.

Ye Jun rushed forward quickly, the tiger swinging the giant axe in his palm, opening and closing one by one, overbearing and cunning.

No need to confirm the look in his eyes, Ye Jun knew he couldn't beat him.

Ye Zhan was named the King of Pingxi, and made great achievements. He also turned to fight for three thousand miles, and once served as a champion of the million divisions.

Against it, Ye Jun knew he was not an opponent.

But under Ye Zhan's pressing, he didn't admit defeat, using Tai Chi body technique to cleverly avoid the attack.

After more than ten rounds.

Ye Jun was knocked out, and as soon as he fell to the ground, Ye Zhan's figure spun, and the giant axe in his palm hit Ye Jun's back.

After a stagger, his body straightened up.

Ye Zhan waved his hand, and the giant axe in his palm fell on the wooden stake, "Haha, you are good boy, I haven't seen a few tricks with this king in a few years, so much progress."

Ye Jun smiled bitterly, knowing that Ye Zhan had not used all his strength before, otherwise, let alone a few tricks, for fear that he would be beaten to the ground in one round.

"Uncle Wang praised it."

"Jun'er is very clear in his heart. Uncle Wang is brave and powerful, and Jun'er dare not make an axe in front of Uncle Wang."

Ye Zhan glanced at Ye Jun, "You kid, you haven't seen your tongue slip in a few years, but you have learned to flattery."

Ye Jun sighed lightly and said, "Hey, Uncle Wang doesn't know something. Jun'er's only shortcoming is that he is too honest and always likes to tell the truth."

"This is not flattering, it's all from the heart of Jun'er."

Ye Zhan waved his hand, got up and walked to one side, bowed, picked up a jar of wine and threw it to Ye Jun.

"Come on, drink!"

Ye Jun took over the wine jar, "Uncle Wang uses the wine jar for drinking?"

Ye Zhan said, "Why don't you dare?"

Ye Jun glanced at Ye Zhan, "Then let Uncle Wang take a look today, what is the real drinking volume."

Ye Zhan smiled boldly: "Interesting, for so many years, no one has been drunk with this king and Fang Xiu.

"Young people, it's a price to pretend to be."