General, the Prince Is Sick Again

Ruan Chaoqing, King of the Southern Expedition, was the founding general of the Great Ping Dynasty. He had great military exploits and was decisive in killing, but he was a little brother. King Zhao Lian of Qi is the younger brother of the same mother as the current Holy Emperor. Due to his frailty and illness, his sharpness has been reduced. With such status, in the eyes of outsiders, the two people should be completely unrelated. Recently there were rumors that the Holy Emperor was planning to marry King Qi, so some people couldn't sit still. On a dark and windy night, a vigorous shadow walked into Prince Qi's mansion and went straight to Prince Qi's bedroom. Unexpectedly, the normally open window was locked. Looking at the clear reflection on the window paper, Ruan Chaoqing secretly grinded his teeth and "quietly" pried the window open. Just as the window was about to open, a faint voice came from inside: "It's late at night. Please come back, King Nan Zheng. If others see you, it may ruin King Nan Zheng's reputation." The person outside the window had a dark expression on his face, "I raised you, who dares to chew your tongue?" The window was broken, and the person came into the house and angrily carried the person by the window to the couch. Reading guide: Read the comments first Complete the farming article: "Farming and Raising a Wife in Ancient Times" Advance payment: "Married a villager and made a fortune by farming" As a wood-type superpower in the last days, Shen Chuan cultivated land for eight years and turned into a bandit leader. Be a big brother? There is a future. However, the gangsters in Laoya Mountain were the first to silence Shen Chuanqian. I saw the servant of the wealthy gentry and landlord's family swinging his arms and banging twice, and the "cruel" bandit boy was knocked to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time. Shen Chuan: ... There was a far-fetched future, it just slipped away. He still farmed the land honestly. Shen Chuan took the baggage and ran away that night. As a result, as soon as he rushed to the foot of the mountain, after being widowed for more than 20 years, he met a young widower carrying an oil bottle. The third master pushed the young widower into Shen Chuan's arms: "Brother, what are you doing?" But knowing that the third brother kidnapped a village husband for his eldest brother and went down the mountain overnight to welcome his sister-in-law back to the village? The young widower looked at him warily. The narrow red phoenix eyes showed alienation and arrogance, coldness and nobility. She was exactly the oriental beauty in Shen Chuan's fantasy. Shen Chuan: Alkyl octane, what's the difference between me and that thief? He immediately threw away the baggage angrily: Third brother is right! Anyway, no one stipulates that only those who rob families and homes are called bandits. If he is still weak against the five-scumbag brothers, then he will become a breath of fresh air among bandits: open mountains and farm land to do business. ——He is determined to marry this strong man! No land? Impossible. Shen Chuan led a group of young men to clear up wasteland at several nearby hills, with Laoya Mountain as the center, and their hoes started to smoke. Can't the yield of newly cultivated wasteland keep up? Doesn't exist. He is a person with extraordinary wood-type powers, an innate earth-planting holy body! Rice, corn, potatoes, sugar cane, tea, rapeseed, grapes, bayberry, red heart pomelo... Not only have the indigenous crops produced abundant crops, but they have also catalyzed the creation of many new varieties, which has kept the boys so busy that sparks sparkle from the soles of their feet. Business has to be started, popping popcorn, fried potato chips, shaken milk tea, baking small cakes, mustard oil, fruit wine and vinegar... Within a hundred miles, there is no city that does not have restaurants and workshops opened by him. The eyes of unscrupulous businessmen are so red that they hire people to slander, steal formulas, and threaten monopoly... All kinds of malicious competition methods are endless. It can be said that the man is pretending to be a frog-looking ugly and playing tricks. Shen Chuan: The bandits don't use force, do you really think I'm a doormat? All the younger brothers: That's right, do you think our boss is a doormat? The sulky Mr. Yazhai: Isn't it? Shen Chuan (catches the person and kisses him fiercely): I only suffer from your sulking, who is he? *Don't control the offense, don't control the reception, don't control the water, control the party and enter with caution *The author is an old man with backward and stubborn ideas from the last century. He does not accept any kind of teaching/writing guidance. Intention: You were born before I was born, and I was already old after giving birth to you.