In the early summer of the second year of Taihe in the Great Wei Dynasty (228), the palace of the Yongqiu Prince was in the west.

The night is dark, the dark clouds are low, but there is no trace of wind.

Lightning is like a snake, wandering among the dark clouds, and the sound of muffled thunders goes from far to near, like a war drum in front of the battle, hitting everyone's eardrums, shaking everyone's heart, making people feel uneasy.

Under the corridor, a young man in brocade clothes stood with his hands behind his back, tilted his head slightly, looking at the sky suddenly appearing in the distance, with a hint of expectation in his eyes. He was of medium shape and strong body, making the brocade clothes on his body tight, especially the collar.

He pulled his collar, gave him a breath, cursed a few vaguely, and at the same time he lifted up the hem of the clothes, tucked it into his belt, revealing his two bare legs.

The young man in the gorgeous clothes on the side held him uneasy and said anxiously: "Brother, you're so happy just now, you can't get wet in the rain."

The young man turned his head and suddenly reached out to the small building in the distance. "Listen."

"Listen...what?" the young man was stunned.

"Who is cursing?"

The boy's eyes darkened, he wanted to speak but stopped. After a while, he said, "Brother, don't ask, Father... the father can handle it."

The young man rolled his eyes. "Is that dog envoy again acting like a mighty man?"

"Brother, you can't say that." The young man was shocked and rushed up, stretched out his hand to cover the young man's mouth, and whispered: "It's not the messenger of the state, but the school clerk, the school clerk sent by the court."

The young man looked at the boy, pulled the boy's hand away, and touched the boy's head. "Yun Gong, do you know what it means to be bullied by others and to be ridden by others? You are so weak and bullied by a school clerk, so you are not afraid of Lao Cao... Emperor Wu's coffin board cannot be suppressed?"

The boy widened his eyes in horror and turned around and called. "Come on, come and send the eldest prince back to the house to rest."

The chaotic footsteps sounded, and a powerful young warrior from Kong Wu, two maids rushed over, surrounded the young man, looking at each other. "Second Prince, where is the eldest prince...?"

The young man was shocked and looked back. He saw that there was nothing in front of him. He was shocked and looked around, but he still couldn't find the young man. Just as he was so anxious that he suddenly heard a loud laugh from above his head.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The boy was stunned and woke up from a dream. He pressed his hand on the railing, jumped, and arrived in the courtyard, ran forward a few steps, turned around and looked at the roof.

A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating a big sleeved figure and two white legs.

The boy was very anxious and shouted, "Brother, come down quickly! Dangerous! Hurry up, hurry up, go up quickly and help the eldest prince come down."

The young warrior responded randomly and looked around, feeling confused. There was no ladder in the yard, so he had difficulty getting on the wall, let alone getting on the room.

The yard was in chaos, but the young man on the roof ignored it and raised his hand to the sky.

"Let the storm come more violently."

God seemed to hear his cry, and with a loud "click", a lightning bolt slashed, tearing open the darkness and the stuffy air, illuminating the young man's figure even brighter.

Immediately afterwards, strong winds and heavy rain poured down, instantly wetting the young people and the teenagers and others in the yard.

"Brother--" The young man burst into tears and shouted in a crying voice. "Come down, dangerous--" Then he shouted to the stunned young warrior again: "Ahu, why are you still standing there? Go and call someone to save the eldest prince."

The young warrior who was wandering in the yard woke up like a dream and ran away.

The boy cried and looked for a way to get to the room. In a panic, a thought flashed through his mind.

With such a high wall and no ladder, how did Brother get up?

On the roof, the young man was like a bird, spreading his arms and walking on the ridge, his body swaying, and his big sleeves were floating like wings.

"In the vast sea, the strong winds gather dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, the sea swallows are flying proudly like black lightning..."

Although the wind and rain were storms, the young man's chanting was straight and unaffected. The sound of wind, rain, and thunder seemed to be his accompaniment, applauding him and applauding him. His chanting was stable and his voice was loud.

"The sea swallow shouted and flew, like black lightning, passing through the dark clouds like arrows, and its wings swept waves."

"Look, it is flying, like an elf, a proud, black storm elves. It is laughing, it is calling... It is laughing at the dark clouds, it is calling because of joy!"

Inside and outside the courtyard, countless eyes were attracted by him, but he focused on his mind and ignored him, as if he was the only one between heaven and earth, the whole world was his stage, and the others were dispensable audiences and spectators.

His voice is strange, his semantics are astringent, but his expression is flamboyant, like a madman. The momentum that no one else can make people inside and outside the courtyard hold their breath involuntarily, as if they saw an eagle flying in the lightning and thunder, and sing in the ****.

"This is the brave sea swallow, flying proudly in the roaring sea, in the middle of lightning; this is the victorious prophet shouting." He walked to the center of the roof, stepped on the spire, and pointed his finger at the sky, looking crazy.

"Let the storm come more violently!"

"Crack--" Another lightning bolt illuminated his figure and solidified it in the eyes of countless people.

The young man remained motionless, and the world became quiet, and even the wind and rain were temporarily weakened a little.

"Boom--" The thunder gradually faded away and became increasingly inaudible.

The madness in the young man's eyes gradually faded away. After a moment, he whispered. "God, this is not OK? You can't open your eyes and let me wear it back? My drama hasn't been finished yet, but this time he is the protagonist."

God is silent.

The young man looked at the sky speechlessly, tears mixed with rain, sliding down his face.

The rain was like a turbulent rain, as if we were crying for him.

After a long time, the young man sighed. "Okay, God, you're ruthless." He turned around and looked down at the surroundings. There were people standing inside and outside the yard. Many people moved ladders and were on the walls. However, those people were either thin and half-aged children or old men. They were not very humid on the ground, let alone the walls that were soaked by the rain, shaking and moving for a long time.

One is the Yongqiu Palace and the other is the Yong Prince’s Palace. They are both from the Yong generation. Why is the gap so big? The young man is helpless.

"Does go! Dos go!" Someone shouted. "The king is here."

The young man looked in the voice and saw a few guards wearing bamboo hats walking into the yard surrounded by a middle-aged man, coming to the boy, and asking a few questions in a low voice. The boy knelt in the mud and said while crying. The middle-aged man raised his head and looked at the young man on the roof with complex eyes.

At this time, there was another noise. A large group of guardians in crimson uniforms walked in with a bamboo-handled leather umbrella (ancient umbrella name). As soon as they entered the door, a harsh sound came from the umbrella.

"Master, can't you even control your son? If this is heard by Your Majesty, how do you explain it?"

The middle-aged man suddenly felt like he had a broken spine. His head was just raised down, bowed and kept bowing. The same was true for the young man kneeling on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly in the mud and water.

The young man on the roof was condescending, looking at him with a clear look, his eyes shrank slightly, and there was a little bit of hostility in his eyes.

I think this is the sirens who rely on the power of the country. As expected, he is arrogant and born with a villain who deserves to be beaten.

He withdrew his gaze, adjusted his breath, thought for a moment, shook his sleeves, and recited loudly again.

"The heavy rain falls on the swallows, the white waves are surging..."

At this time, the wind was a little less, and his voice suddenly came out, like Huang Zhong Da Lu, sending every word clearly to the ears of the spectators inside and outside the courtyard. This opening remark, which was chanted in authentic Luoyang Mandarin, attracted the attention of countless people. Even the tyrannical essayer of the State Supervisor could not help but listen, and at the same time, he looked at the middle-aged man with complicated eyes.

The middle-aged man was bowing and explaining to the supervisor's envoy. After hearing this, he couldn't help but froze and turned his head to look at the roof.

"The fishing boat outside Qinhuangdao is not seen in a vast ocean, who will I go to?"

The supervisor of the country raised his eyebrows lightly and sneered: "The king's new poem is very unique. But who is the other side? Is it Liaodong?"

The middle-aged man twitched his cheeks, but he stopped talking.

"The past has lasted thousands of years, and Wei Wu waved his whip..." The young man put his hands behind his back, raised his hands lightly, and striding forward on the roof, like whipping the horse, galloping on the battlefield. "There is a legacy in the east of Jieshi. The bleak autumn wind is now again, and it has changed... the world."

He turned around, maintaining his whip posture, and his eyes were on the people in the courtyard, condescending, with a lingering sound, and his own momentum.

The essayer of the state supervising country sneered again and wanted to pick on it again. The young man on the roof suddenly shouted loudly and pointed at the middle-aged man in the courtyard.

"Zi Jian, do you know your mistake?"

Everyone who was so impressed that they were shocked. Although they knew that the eldest prince was crazy, he was a Son of Man after all. How could he call the word "big father" in front of so many people? This is at least a peer-only term.

The essayer of the state superviser smiled and closed his mouth, waiting to watch the show. The father was unkind and the son was unfilial. This crime was not needed, but it was ready.

The middle-aged man's expression changed drastically. He slowly turned around, raised his head, and looked at the young man's figure on the roof. Apart from him, he could not see the young man's face clearly, but the captivating power of the young man's tiger-like figure made him feel familiar. Some memories that had been silent for a long time quietly came to his heart, and a figure that had passed away suddenly flashed in front of him again.

Zijian, did you know your mistake? It’s not that I didn’t give you a chance, but that you were greedy and misleading the opportunity. Now you are called a vassal king, as a prisoner, as a knife and a fish, are all your own punishments.

Tears unknowingly poured out of the middle-aged man's eyes. His knees softened, he knelt on the ground, covered his face with his hands, and cried bitterly.

The young man on the roof was stunned for a moment and muttered, "I'm just getting into the show? I haven't finished my lines yet."

At this time, a loud laugh came from behind. "The eldest prince climbed the house to recite poems on a rainy night, and it was indeed very human. It was just that it was inappropriate to be rude in front of others. I am afraid it was inappropriate. Han Dong, a Taihang, was a school manager. Although he admired the eldest prince's demeanor and responsibilities, he must not ignore it. Please forgive me."

The young man turned his head slowly and looked at the sound. He saw a young man standing on the eaves, putting his hands on his hips and pressing a knife with his other hand. His body was upright and he could not move even if the wind and rain were blowing.

The young man sneered: "Who are you under your command, Fan Hong or Liu Zhao, or Liu Ci?"

The young man was stunned and his momentum was obviously stagnant. "I was too late to join the job and failed to attract these school officials. Now I am under the jurisdiction of Yin... Yin Mo."

"Mo Yin?" the young man shook his head. "I haven't heard of it." He looked at the young man and said, "Since it is a school affairs, why don't you worship me when I see an orphan? Do you not even take the orphan seriously now? Or is Gao Rou right? It's hard to raise a villain."

With a "puff", the sirens of the state who looked up at the throne couldn't help laughing out loud.

The young man was furious and turned around and glared at the prison guard's envoy, slowly pulled out the long sword from his waist, shouting sternly: "Big Prince, even if you pretend to be a god or a ghost, this is a serious crime of losing the etiquette of the ruler, minister, father and son, which is not tolerated by the Great Wei Law Firm. Although Han is sympathetic to the Great Prince, he cannot infer the law. Although he is sympathetic to the Great Prince, he cannot infer the law. Please forgive me." As he said, he slowly walked towards the young man.

Before he finished speaking, the young man kneeling on the ground in the yard screamed in shock. "School Han, my brother has been crazy for many years and has no intention of offending him. Please show mercy and do not hurt his life."

The middle-aged man also shouted sternly: "Han Dong, what's your power? Even if you come to the lonely, you don't have to attack a patient with bare hands and make the world laugh." As he said that, he kicked up his clothes, tucked it on his belt, jumped on his posture, and then went up to the wall. Between the rise and fall, there was a trace of agility that was absolutely in line with his figure.

He had just stood on the wall, but saw Han Dong, who had just walked to the young man, shouted, stepped on the roof tiles and took a few steps back, struggling with his hands and feet for a while, landing with a bang, and then slowly curled up, like a cooked prawn, squeezed out a painful moan from the depths of his throat.

"Well--"

Everyone in the courtyard was shocked and retreated one after another. The essayer of the State Supervisor was slower and was hit by Han Dong's arm. His eyes turned black and his body shook twice, and he fell straight to the ground, overlapping with Han Dong.

The middle-aged man looked at the young man in surprise, feeling that the person in front of him was both familiar and unfamiliar.

The young man stood with his hands behind his back, stretched his neck, looked at Han Dong lying on the ground, and muttered.

"The horse stance is unstable and the foot has no roots. I also learn to go to the room, alas..."
Chapter completed!