Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 729

It was still the same room, the same string of beeswax Buddhist beads that felt great, and the same "Buddha's Sutra of the Ten Kings" that he had read over and over again. Zhao Heng sat on the couch with his eyes closed, surrounded by the scent of agarwood and a beautiful woman beside him. Zhao Xun pushed open the door, said his father had arrived, and then retreated to the door and kept silent, changing his usual temperament and becoming much calmer and more sophisticated.

Zhao Heng didn't know that it wasn't that Zhao Xun had matured after this incident, but that he couldn't stand the mouth of the maid beside Lin Qing. Rather than being ridiculed and despised but unable to get angry, it was better to keep his mouth shut and not get out of hand. Now that the strong men have gathered and Xiangfan is worry-free, sooner or later he will have the opportunity to take revenge and tear her mouth apart.

Chu Pingsheng looked up at the short rosewood couch opposite the door, which required two steps to sit on. Zhao Heng had already opened his eyes and looked at him. This was not the first time they had met. When the previous princess died, Lin Qiao brought him to the house to pay her respects. When Zhao Heng married Pei Nanwei as the princess, he also brought his servants to deliver gifts. Last year, Zhao Heng passed the imperial examination and held a banquet in the palace to entertain the Qingzhou Jinshi. He also toasted him with wine and praised him as a future national scholar and a talented writer from Liyang.

Zhao Heng didn't know that the rebel king in front of him looked exactly like Lin Tanhua from a year ago, but their souls were completely different.

"Watch the tea."

Zhao Heng put down his beeswax Buddhist beads, fluttered his sleeves, clasped his hands together, and laid them flat on his knees. It can be seen that Prince Jing'an is a person who pays great attention to his image and cannot tolerate any wrinkles on his clothes.

"Lin Qing..."

Chu Pingsheng waved his hand, signaling him to shut up, walked to the futon opposite the princess and sat down, resting his elbows on his knees, his chin in his hands, and watched attentively as Princess Jing'an moved the freshly peeled bamboo shoots back and forth on the dark tea tray, washing the cups, washing the tea, and warming the bowls. Her movements were cautious, yet they retained the maturity and elegance unique to a noble lady.

"You know what? I've been thinking about just sitting across from you and watching you burn incense and make tea for me for a long time."

This is not a lie. Pei Nanwei is one of the top three beauties on the Rouge List. The nobles of Qingzhou all have some ideas about her. It's a pity that she was first spotted by Zhao Xun and then married into the palace by Zhao Heng. Who would have the courage to compete with the father and son of King Jing'an for a woman?

Her hand trembled, and the tea bowl fell to one side, spilling the hot but not boiling tea. Chu Pingsheng only nodded, and the time for the tea stopped. He picked up the small bright yellow cup and placed it under the suspended tea. With a little force, the clear yellow tea flowed in. When it was eight-tenths full, the tea bowl returned to the stunned Princess Jing'an.

"Be careful next time. It's okay if you burn bottles, jars, plates, or bowls, but I'd be sad if you burn your hands."

How could he do this?

Pei Nanwei's face flushed with shame, she didn't know where to put her delicate hands, nor where to look with her beautiful eyes. She wished she could hide herself under the tea table, and it would be best if she could cover herself with a quilt, as tightly as possible.

Zhao Xun was furious when he saw that he was so rude, but he was only angry for a moment, and the tea in the air extinguished his anger.

"Don't be nervous. I'm here. He won't dare to hit you. If he touches you with his finger, I'll chop off his hand. If he touches you with his hand, I'll chop off his hands and feet. I'll chop him and his son into human pigs and take them to the Jianghu Massacre Memorial Hall in Lingzhou to be the doorman with Chen Zhibao, welcoming guests from all directions every day. What do you think?"

Pei Nanwei became even more nervous. He kept shrinking back, his clothes in disarray. He turned sideways to avoid him, not daring to look at him.

Chu Pingsheng leaned back, with only a cushion under him, no backrest, but he could lie sideways without falling, and faced Zhao Heng directly: "Hey, rebel with me, if you succeed, I will give you a different surname like Xu Xiao."

He was flirting with the princess one moment, and making fun of the prince the next? Zhao Heng was a real vassal king, and he rebelled against him and was finally made a king of a different surname? What was he trying to achieve? Since entering the palace, Green Ant has tried his best to imitate his master's speech, but now it seems that there is still a big gap. He has a sense of yin and yang, but he has not learned the essence of jumping left and right.

Zhao Heng picked up the beeswax Buddhist beads again. There were 108 of them. He broke them one by one, using a bit too much force. The gaps between the beads became longer, revealing the black string that strung the beads. It was bumpy and uneven.

"..."

"I'm not kidding you. A man as decisive as the prince knew that the woman standing at the bow of the ship to stop the Qingzhou navy was his cousin, Princess Zhao Fengya of the Suizhu Dynasty, but he wanted to kill her. Do you think that killing Wei Wei will put an end to this matter? If I release her to Tai'an, and she exaggerates and tells Zhao Chun about it, what do you think Zhao Chun will do? You should know that the emperor is not interested in the government's judgment, but in evidence. He thinks you are an eyesore and has a thousand and one ideas to kill dozens of people in your Jingwang Mansion."

Chu Pingsheng straightened his body, picked up the small bright yellow cup on the table without a drop of spillage, raised it to his lips and took a sip: "Let's go for the Longjing tea from Meiziwu. Lin Qiao also liked this when he was alive. It's fresh and sweet, and you won't get tired of it even if you drink it for a long time."

He finished his tea, put the cup on the tea tray and pushed it forward, and tapped the frosted surface with his right index and middle fingers. Pei Nanwei glanced at Zhao Heng weakly, straightened his clothes, rolled up his sleeves, made tea, and filled his cup. This time he didn't spill it, and kept his head down the whole time, not daring to look straight at him.

Zhao Heng said calmly, "My royal brother has always been kind and benevolent. How could he want to kill my brother just because of Sui Zhu's words?"

"That's true. When the eight princes fought for the throne, Zhao Chun relied on the help of his relatives to ascend the throne, but he didn't kill you brothers afterwards." Chu Pingsheng said, "It doesn't matter. You should take care of your own maid. If Zhao Chun doesn't want to kill you, I will."

Zhao Xun, who was standing bent over at the door, moved forward. Before he could even put up a decent resistance, Chu Pingsheng grabbed his neck and pressed him onto the tea tray. Pei Nanwei was startled, and the hot tea in the covered bowl almost spilled on the forehead of this stepson who had been coveting her for a long time.

Zhao Heng's expression remained unchanged, and he looked straight ahead: "You came to Xiangfan City just to show off in front of me? I thought you would go to the Lin Mansion to pay your respects first. I have already sent people to clean up the house."

"The spies you arranged on Laoshan Island are not good enough. Didn't they send you a pigeon message to report that several ladies of the Lin family hanged themselves and died for their country?"

Zhao Heng stopped twisting the beads and frowned slightly. Lin Qing defeated the Qingzhou navy, but the women of the Lin family hanged themselves?

"Wasn't it possible that those pigeons were killed by the flying general on the way? This stupid bird is too nosy." Chu Pingsheng muttered, and said with a smile: "Zhao Heng, if I go to the Lin Mansion to pay my respects, should I tell the ghosts of Lin Qiao about this?"

He let go of Zhao Xun and picked up the cup to drink tea: "Don't get me wrong, I let him go simply because I think his head is like a light bulb stuck between the two of us, too annoying."

The words were said to Pei Nanwei. Green Ant was curious about what a light bulb was, and he answered that it was a glowing monk's head, which was indeed quite unsightly and annoying. Chu Pingsheng pinched Pei Nanwei's hand again. She pulled it away, but couldn't get it off. She looked at him with a little fear and a little pleading, and then she got a trace of pity, and pulled back her hand that was washing the tea and hiding it under the tea table.

"I flirted with her in front of you, your princess, your beloved stepmother. The way you were disgusted but helpless was so adorable." He lifted his hips and turned to look at Zhao Heng and his son: "I feel much better now. Let's talk about compensation. Since ancient times, when a country goes to war, the loser must cede land and pay compensation."

Zhao Heng asked, "What do you want?"

Chu Pingsheng said, "Wei Wei shot an arrow at my boat, which frightened my second maid Huanggua. Now dozens of Wei family members died in the front yard of the palace, which can be regarded as her revenge. But my first maid Lu Yi was also frightened. Lu Yi, how do you want the King of Jing'an to compensate you?"

"Green Ant only wants you to be happy."

"I'm happy? It's easy to make me happy. Prince Jing'an, can you lend me your princess to sleep with for two days?"

Pei Nanwei's face turned pale. She kept shaking her head when she met Zhao Heng's gaze, and the golden hairpins on her head rustled.

"it is good!"

"Father?!"

Zhao Xun's mentality suddenly collapsed, he gnashed his teeth and his face was ferocious.

Green Ant was quite curious. It was widely rumored among the people that Zhao Heng was very obedient to the princess and loved her very much. How could he agree to such an excessive request from his own son without thinking?
"What's so strange about that? He's old and useless. Instead of wasting a beautiful thing, it's better to make full use of it and use it to please me. If I'm happy, maybe I won't pursue the revenge of him and his son for killing all the male members of the Lin family."

Chu Pingsheng leaned back and looked at the woman opposite him, who was known as the bed guard and almost squeezed Xu Fengnian dry in the original book: "Remember to wash your body fragrant and smooth tomorrow night, and wait for me to favor you, beautiful princess."

When Pei Nanwei saw him reaching out to touch her face, she quickly dodged to the side.

"Zhao Heng, you see, she is not happy about it."

"..."

"..."

"..."

Green Ant felt increasingly colder. The sun was shining brightly, but the murderous aura in the Mu Shan Hall was rapidly solidifying, scraping people's faces like a knife.

Pei Nanwei and Zhao Heng looked at each other for a few seconds, then hesitantly said, "I... am willing."

The murderous aura suddenly melted away like snow.

"now it's right."

Chu Pingsheng reached out his hand again, but she did not dodge. She grasped the hem of her skirt tightly with both hands and let him gently caress her soft and smooth face.

"The compensation for the eldest maid has been negotiated. Let's talk about the third maid. Considering that you are relatives, I will make the decision for her and ask you for something."

"what?"

"I heard that you are Wang Xianzhi's adopted son. The Broken Sword, Wooden Horse and Ox should be in your hands, right? Bring it here."

Compared to his request for the princess to sleep with him, the broken wooden horse and ox were indeed not worth much. Zhao Heng waved his hand at his son and said, "Go and get it."

"Father!"

"go."

Zhao Xun took a long breath and said, "Humph, since you know the relationship between Wang Xianzhi and my father, you still dare to be so arrogant?"

"Is Wang Xianzhi very powerful? Do you know what my first impression of him was? This old guy is really self-aware."

Zhao Heng and his son did not react for a moment. Green Ant covered his mouth and chuckled: "Sir, do you mean that he reserved this title of the best in the world for you?"

(End of this chapter)