Chapter 130: Father and son meeting

"Don't worry." Yanli waved her hand, looking at Linger, who was reluctant to come, suddenly grabbed her arms, and asked sharply, "Linger, honestly tell me, what happened to Uncle Wu?"
Ling'er was frightened by Yan Li's sudden attack, a little terror appeared on her face, tears almost came out of her eyes, but she shook her head stubbornly.
"I don't know ... I don't know anything."
"really!"
Yan centrifuged, he hoped that he guessed it was not true, but did not expect it.
"Don't be afraid of Ling'er, Grandpa Wu, I will plead for you, and tell me, what's wrong with Uncle Wu?"
"Woo. Little prince, you must take revenge for the butler. He was severely wounded and still unconscious."
Yan Li heard the words, and suddenly there was a murderous opportunity in his chest. Although Wu Shu was only a servant, he always regarded him as a relative.
He took a deep breath, suppressed his inner killing, and continued to ask, "Ling'er, do you know who hurt Wushu?"
"I don't know. Five days ago, we found a black butler who was seriously injured outside the gate!"
"boom!"
Yan Li slapped it on the table, and the fine rosewood wood could not bear the strength of his palm, and it disintegrated instantly, but Linger's face was shocked and his body shivered.
Upon seeing this, Yan Li couldn't help feeling guilty, "Ling'er, I'm sorry, I scared you."
After a quarter of an hour.
Yan Li took Linger to a house in the backyard where a man of the royal family lived, pushed the door in, and saw the uncle Wu Shou, who was pale and slender.
He didn't speak, and walked quietly to the bed. After taking a pulse, Yanli's face was almost gloomy enough to drip.
Dan Tian was broken, the meridians were destroyed, and the internal organs meant that if there was not an elixir in the body to hang life, I would have gone to see the king.
"Little Lord, why are you here?"
An old figure appeared outside the door, it was Wuliang.
"Grandpa Wu, you can rest assured that in any case, I will rescue Uncle Wu, and those who hurt him, I will order him to pay back ten times!"
Wu Liang has been loyal to his Li family all his life. When he was old, his only son ended up in a terrible death. Thinking of this, he had a surging wave of murder in his heart.
"Little prince, don't be impulsive! Today's emperors are killing every step of the way. If you don't pay attention, you may suffer the disaster of extinction!"
Looking at Grandpa Wu's old face with concern and worries, Yanli nodded, "Grandpa Wu, don't worry, I'm decent!"
"Little prince has grown up!" Wu Liang was relieved.
He took out a magic potion king that had an extraordinary effect on internal injuries. After it was crushed, he was fed to Uncle Wu, and he immediately ran the Qi to prescribe his medicine.
Half an hour later, Wu Shu's internal injuries were mostly improved, but the broken Dantian was helpless. A warrior, the most important thing is a body of force. Without force, he was even sad to be killed.
Looking at Wu Shu's face, Yan centrifuged inexplicably worried.
"Cough."
After half an hour, Uncle Wu woke up, apparently he also realized that his Dantian was broken and became a waste person, and his eyes were full of decadence and pain.
"Little prince, his subordinates have failed you ...!"
Yanli waved his hand to stop Wu Shu from speaking.
"Uncle Wu, don't say anything, take care of your wounds, I will definitely find out who hurt you!"
He didn't ask who was Wu Zhongmou's hand. Since the other party just wounded him seriously and didn't kill him, it shows that the other party is very confident, even if Uncle Wu wakes up, they can't know their identity.
Leaving Wushu's residence, Yan Zhenzhong moved towards the main house, where he lived his father, the genius prince, and now the wasteless Yong Wang Li Wuming.
"Have seen the little prince."
Nodded to the guard, Yan left and walked towards the main hall, suddenly, a strong aroma of wine came.
"Bring the wine! Bring the wine!"
In the main hall, a tall figure covered with black hair fluttered around, shaking at a pace, grabbed the wine bottle delivered by the maid, raised his head, and pointed the mouth of the bottle at his mouth, revealing an untrimmed, pale and vicissuous cheek.
The transparent liquor flowed down the river, part of it fell into his mouth, and the rest splashed on his lapel.
Yanli stopped in front of the main hall and looked at the mad figure. His eyes could not help getting slightly wet. With a deep sigh, he entered the main hall, took a bottle of wine from the maid next to him, and waved to the two maids.
"Slave slaves resign!"
When the maid left, Yanli walked to Li Wuming's side, and his voice choked: "Father, the baby is back."
Fiddled with loose hair, Li Wuming's turbid eyes landed on Yanli, but soon turned back, sitting on the ground without any care, and whispered: "You are disappointed to see you as a father ? "
Yanli merged Li Li's memory, and naturally accepted his feelings. I don't know why Li Wuming was so decadent, so he was very dissatisfied with him, and even had so much hatred for him.
But from where Xiahou Zun learned that he was because of the death of his mother, and thus became so, there was a bit of admiration and respect for him.
Throughout the five thousand years of China, there are a lot of ruthless owls who are fighting for profit, but for the sake of a woman, there are not many people who give up the world.
"No! The baby was not disappointed!" Yanli raised the bottle and touched Li Wuming. "The baby will drink with you."
There was a look of surprise in Li Wuming's eyes, but then he laughed aloud and didn't care, but there was a bit of bitterness in his voice, "Okay, let's get drunk!"
"it is good!"
A hint of meaning emerged from the corner of Yanli's mouth.
The neck was raised and the liquor poured into the mouth.
"Snapped!"
The empty wine bottle flew to the ground, turned into a pile of debris, waved a hand, and another bottle of wine fell into the hand.
"readily!"
Li Wuming also learned Yan Li's appearance, smashing the wine bottle, and couldn't help but make a hearty laugh.
"Father, the baby respects you again."
"Come!"
...
Yan Li didn't know how much wine he had drunk, how many bottles he had smashed, and he didn't try hard to force him to drink. He shook to Li Wuming's side, palms on his shoulders, confused.
"Father, would it be nice for your child to sing a poem for you?"
"Very good."
Li Wuming's turbid eyes swept Yan Li again, but there was a strange feeling in his heart. Li'er was different from before. What changed him?
"When will the bright moon come, ask the wine to Qingtian."
The Tianhuang Continent respects martial arts and governs the world with martial arts. However, there are still some literati. Although these literati are weak, they still have energy in their bodies that cannot be ignored.
In particular, they invented a phrase called poetry, which has an extraordinary charm, which is sought after by nobles from all over the world, and many Qinglou women sing their music.
Although Li Wuming had no psychological policies because of his wife ’s death and had fun drinking all day long, he also knew a certain thing about this only son. In poetry, in just two sentences, a poignant picture is drawn.
"When will there be the moon, ask the wine to Qingtian!" Chanting these two verses, his wife could not help flashing his mind, he closed his eyes in pain ...
I do n’t know what year this palace will be.
I want to return by the wind, and I fear Qionglou Yuyu, the heights are cold, dancing to clear the shadow, why it seems to be in the world.
A sullen and emotional voice, resounding in his ears, Li Wuming's face twitched slightly, and his body shivered.
Transfer to Zhuge, low Qihu, no sleep.
There should be no hatred, when to grow to other times.
Tears fell silently, Li Wuming slowly opened his eyes, Zheng Zheng looked at Yan Li, but his chaotic eyes were brighter.
People have sorrows and sorrows, and moons have yin and qing.
Nung, moon and new moon.
After reading a poem, Yan Li looked at the dumbfounded chicken, and if he knew Li Wuming, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The next morning, Yan Li woke up and could not help rubbing his faintly painful head. Last night, he and his father Li Wuming were both drunk, and they didn't know how they would come to the house.
"Little prince, you are awake, and Linger is here to wash your face."
After washing, and after a little meditation, Yanli went to the yard to practice swordsmanship. When he left the Great Desert Palace, Master Xiahou Zun passed a set of swordsmanship to him.
This set of swordsmanship is said to have been obtained by chance. He has nine strokes, but so far, he has only cultivated three strokes.
Therefore, he taught the essence and mystery of the first three strokes of swordsmanship. As for the latter six strokes, he realized his own.
Spirit fetal avatar qualifications are against the sky, so Yanli directly threw the entire set of swordsmanship to him, but unexpectedly, even the spirit fetus avatar felt very difficult, and told Yan to leave him to disturb him.
This set of swordsmanship has no name, and the master named it as "Nameless Sword Code!" "The first three strokes of swordsmanship are: seamless, the Jedi is born, and the fire is taken.
Although I have been taught by Master's experience, it still feels very difficult to practice, and that feeling is even more difficult than when I first practiced "The Sword of the Wild".
I tried all three kinds of true qi one after another, and still couldn't perform a complete sword technique.
Sighing slightly, Yan Li stood close to the sword.
After having breakfast with Yu Xiaoxiao, he came to the study room alone. During the years when Li Wuming was crown prince, many military or DPRK ministers had turned over.
But since he was abolished, most of the people who had surrendered to him had gone halfway, leaving only a small group of people who were loyal to him, waiting for him to rejuvenate.
Looking at the roster in his hand, Yan Chen was quite moved. This roster was inserted by Li Wuming into his arms last night.
After a quick glance at the information on the roster, Yan Li was surprised.
Among them, the highest status is the Long Elephant of Shang Shujiang, the military department of the Dang Dynasty.
Jiang Long is like this person, with a fierce personality and jealousy. He has written many times to participate in the role of Li Wuming, the prince, who ignores political affairs.
Therefore, the other three princes secretly attracted him and were rejected by him. Therefore, he gave the impression that he was alone and unwilling to join any faction.
From this point of view, it was he who had long been devoted to his father's door, but it was more secretive and unknown to others.
The political structure of the Great Cloud Empire is similar to that of the Sui and Tang dynasties in China, with six divisions of labor, rituals, officials, criminals, households, and soldiers.
The Ministry of Arms and Armaments has the power to control the world's soldiers and horses. It can be said that among the six major departments, the most authoritative person, if he has his support, Yan Li will have greater control in this seizure.
However, this person can only be used as the final hole card, so you have to find an opportunity to communicate with each other and have a good relationship.
In addition to Jiang Longxiang, the remaining eight people are either serving in the army or in the DPRK, and among them the highest position is Dang Chaowupin Yu Shi Zhong Haolong.