Chapter 353 Extra 9

Something is wrong. This is very wrong.

Is this really his little son who is uneducated and always a cause of worry?

Emperor Jingwen looked at the face on the screen, which was exactly the same as the one in his memory, but he could not match it with the person in his memory.

In the end, it was the Second Prince who spoke out what everyone was thinking: "It seems that our Little Nine has a lot of secrets as well..."

He said, how could the son born by the emperor, his own brother, be a fool? Moreover, Xiao Jiu was feared by both the emperor and the prince from the beginning, and no one lived as comfortably as him later. Moreover, he was the only one among all the brothers who received the emperor's favor, which even the prince could not reach later. How could such a person be able to do this?

How could he have been deceived by such a person who stood out from the crowd? Now that I think about it carefully, it is really terrifying and makes my scalp numb.

Not only himself, but also looking at Old Liu and the Crown Prince and others standing beside him, the Second Prince suddenly felt balanced.

After a while, the prince said with difficulty: "Perhaps... Xiaojiu is simply not good at writing."

Xiaojiu has not been stupid since he was young. He just doesn't use his mind in the right way. When Xiaojiu tries to be clever and lazy, he is better than anyone else.

What is shown on the screen now doesn’t actually mean anything. Perhaps Xiaojiu is simply better at numerology.

After the prince's explanation, everyone suddenly found it easier to accept. After all, admitting that Xiaojiu was better than ordinary people in some aspects was much easier than being kept in the dark...

Emperor Jingwen's face was as gloomy as water and he gritted his teeth. He wanted to see what else Xiaojiu could come up with!

Not far away the scene continued——

Emperor Jingwen and his men saw that after their own formation was quickly changed, Beiting realized that this was a good opportunity, and while the Great Zhou was issuing orders, they rushed up like wolves.

The people of Beiting were strong to begin with, and with nearly 10,000 of them, they were even more ferocious, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey. Their murderous appearance was so intense that the Fourth Prince and the others couldn’t help but become nervous even through the screen. The little emperor, who had never seen such a scene, clenched his clothes tightly, his palms sweating slightly, and he kept praying in his heart, "I hope everything will be fine, Ninth Uncle!"

Emperor Jingwen's expression suddenly tensed up. No matter what, he couldn't help but worry.

Just when the breathing of several people was slightly stagnant, accompanied by General Fang and General Xu shouting "Protect the Emperor" at the top of their lungs, Xiaojiu in the picture quickly took the large bow beside him. His extremely calm expression infected Emperor Jingwen outside the picture, and his eyes followed his movements uncontrollably.

Although none of them had ever been to the battlefield in person, they were familiar with this long bow. It was because this bow was too famous.

This bow weighs seven stones, and the arrow is about as thick as a finger. Normally, it takes four people to pull it together, and it is often used for siege. Now Xiaojiu is alone, but he can pull it to a full moon shape.

The next moment, a loud sound of breaking through the air was heard. The Beiting general Lan Ruo, who was originally full of high spirits, seemed to have encountered some fatal crisis. He quickly snatched the shield of the soldier beside him, but the extremely sturdy shield was now like paper. The arrow penetrated through it without losing its force, and pierced through four people until there was no more arrow left, and then it stopped.

Emperor Jingwen and others didn't know whether the old Duke Zhenguo had such strength back then, but looking at the expression of the enemy general Lan Feng, he must be even more powerful.

Looking at Xiaojiu in the picture, his body and hands are not shaking, and he does not seem to be struggling. Conservatively speaking, it would not be difficult for him to fire a few more shots in a row.

In an instant, inside and outside the screen, the expressions of the Second Prince and others were almost identical to the First Prince's, equally incredulous, equally stunned.

If he said that he killed eighteen assassins in a row because his martial arts skills increased greatly after marrying Yao Zhi and receiving her guidance, and that he could tell the number with just a glance, then it was impossible for the prince and his men to be fooled by such a precise arrow.

Once or twice is accidental, more than once is inevitable.

Only a fool would believe that this little bastard didn't hide his incompetence! As for what Xiaojiu said on the screen, that he had practiced it after hunting, the Second Prince and the others just sneered, saying that such an explanation could no longer fool them.

After thinking they had seen through Xiaojiu's true face, the prince and others now just wanted to know how many things he was hiding from them.

Emperor Jingwen fiddled with the teacup beside him, his expression changing several times, but in the end he sneered, "Ha."

Having been an emperor for decades, this was probably the worst time that Emperor Jingwen was fooled. The key was that the person being fooled was his most beloved youngest son. Emperor Jingwen was so angry that it was beyond words.

He was angry and annoyed, but more embarrassed and awkward. At this moment, he finally knew what shame was.

Prince: “…”

I always feel that Father was greatly stimulated by Xiaojiu's performance...

The second prince was happy to watch the fun and said coldly, "Now that Xiaojiu has become the emperor, I'm afraid all his past deeds can no longer be concealed."

Once the door is opened, more and more secrets will be exposed. Moreover, since they are all dead, there is no need for Xiaojiu to hide it anymore. The Second Prince is just waiting to see the show. What's more, when he said this, he couldn't help but glance at Emperor Taicheng next to him. I wonder how the emperor felt after seeing this.

When it comes to touching people's hearts, it has to be the Second Prince, who did not forget to sow discord even after his death.

Emperor Taicheng took a deep breath and pretended not to see it.

The young emperor didn't care about all that. He only knew that his ninth uncle had never had any bad intentions when he was alive. He did his best to protect and educate him. After his death, he avenged him with his own hands. This was enough. As for the rest, it didn't matter.

Seeing the second uncle's sinister intentions, the little emperor couldn't help but glare at him fiercely.

The second prince raised his eyebrows, not feeling any pain.

Then, Xiaojiu shot seven arrows in a row, breaking up the team of two thousand people led by Lan Feng, forcing Lan Feng to dodge in a panic. One of Lan Feng's most capable subordinates was even pierced through the heart by an arrow. Seeing that the situation was not good, Lan Feng had to retreat.

[“God bless the Great Zhou, long live our emperor!”

General Fang and General Xu suppressed their enthusiasm and knelt on the ground.

"Your Majesty is mighty and mighty! Long live the Emperor!"]

Silence, silence, and silence.

After a long while, Emperor Taicheng sighed, his eyes were complicated and difficult to read, but in the end, he still spoke: "When it comes to marching and fighting, I am not as good as him."

Emperor Taicheng used to think that Prince Ding was a rare and powerful general in the world, but now in this scene, it seems that Xiaojiu, who is well-proportioned and not as strong as Prince Ding, is more ferocious.

It wasn't noticeable at all before.

In the scene, the people of Beiting abandoned their weapons and fled in a panic. Not to mention the soldiers of the Great Zhou, even Emperor Taicheng felt proud. However, the more this happened, the more uncomfortable he felt.

Although the battle in the picture was won, new problems soon arose.

Xiaojiu actually asked the Ministry of War to transport all the weapons manufactured by the court to the border of Chen State instead of here. Not only Prince Ding did not understand such an order, but the Second Prince and others also did not understand it.

Logically speaking, Beiting is the most critical side. The strength of Chen State is far inferior to that of Beiting. If all the weapons are sent to Chen State, although it will make it much easier to resist Chen State's attack, if something goes wrong on the Beiting side, what is the point of defending the city well?

Several possibilities flashed through the Second Prince's mind, but he quickly ruled them out one by one.

"Sure enough, Xiaojiu should have other backup plans." The prince thought for a moment and spoke with certainty.

At this point, when the prince was trying to figure out Xiaojiu's behavior, he was no longer just looking at the surface.

Emperor Jingwen wanted to see what surprises his youngest son had waiting for him.

Sure enough, in the middle of the night, Ye Shuo came out of the tent with 800 soldiers. Prince Ding, who had just fallen asleep, was so frightened that he didn't even have time to put on his clothes and chased after him on crutches.

If it were before, Emperor Jingwen and the others would have been a little nervous, but now... haha, it’s not so easy for the little bastard to get into trouble.

Then, Emperor Jingwen and others watched helplessly as Xiaojiu easily "snatched" a large number of well-made and usable weapons from the hands of the notorious man.

To say that they robbed was actually flattering the locusts. This was clearly a free gift! The group of people only put up a symbolic resistance for a few times before abandoning the camp and running away. What was the difference between this and giving it directly to Xiao Jiu? Moreover, with so few people, how could they use so many weapons? What to do with the extra weapons? Throw them into the pot and stew them? What kind of coincidence would it take for the number of these weapons to match the number of soldiers on the side of the Great Zhou?

Although Emperor Jingwen had never formally met the so-called locusts, he had heard of their names. Even Beiting was wary of their existence, so how could they be easy to deal with?

However, this gang of ruthless bandits who plundered Beiting acted like gentle and harmless little lambs when they met Xiaojiu. After fighting for a long time, neither side was even injured. No matter how one thinks about it, something seems wrong.

"...If there is no trick here, I will take the surname of Xiao Jiu." The Fourth Prince, who had completely forgotten that he and Ye Shuo were brothers, curled the corners of his mouth with a forced smile.

However, Prince Ding believed it.

Prince Ding not only believed Xiaojiu's words, but also felt that the locusts would come back at any time. He was afraid of being entangled by the locusts. Prince Ding was having a lot of fun picking up weapons. He was so excited that he felt like he was picking up silver, and sweat broke out on his forehead.

Emperor Jingwen: “…”

He had never known that his eldest son was so, uh... honest.

Then, the grain and grass of the Great Zhou were intercepted by Beiting halfway and burned to ashes. But it didn’t matter. It was just a small matter. Sure enough, the locusts quickly helped Xiaojiu to replenish the food and grass. Not only did they make up for all the losses, but they even got more than the lost batch of grain and grass.

Beiting imitated the locusts and launched a fatigue attack on Da Zhou. It didn't matter, the real locusts would soon confront Beiting's group of impostors.

In addition, the leader of the locusts came directly to Xiaojiu and bowed to him in front of everyone.

The scene stayed on Prince Ding's expression as he suspected that his brother was actually the locust leader's biological father. The prince couldn't help but laughed out loud.

Emperor Taicheng also twitched his lips, with a strange expression that was hard to describe.

Emperor Jingwen shook his head and sighed, unable to bear to watch.

Is there something wrong with the boss's brain?