As for where to retreat, the court meeting was held again and again, but it still failed to make a big noise. And the content of the court meeting quickly spread to Qiongzhou, Zhao Hao couldn't cry or laugh when he heard it, he was hot face on the cold ass this time, and people didn't want to see this Qiongzhou. But it also made him breathe a sigh of relief, at least he didn't have to be in a dilemma, worried that they would come to seize power.

"Master, I stood on one more pillar of incense today than before, and I won't let you rest?" In the past few days since he returned to Qiongzhou, Yuan Miao held him back in the house to practice every day on the grounds that he had not practiced for many days, and he was tired as if he had fallen apart. originally wanted to take a break from reading, but Deng Guang's grandson disappeared and did not show up for a few days, which made Zhao Hao, who was eager to learn culture, resentful.

"Well, half a more is fine!" Yuan Miao raised her eyelids, looked at the incense sticks in the incense burner and said.

"Master, don't you stand on the stake in the afternoon?" Zhao Hao pursed his lips and asked with a smile. He knows that it is not good to deal with Yuan Miao's hardness, and it is useless to play tricks, except for taking a few more precepts and farts, he can only come soft, after all, do monks have compassion!

"Well, I don't have to stand on a stake in the afternoon." Yuan Miao twisted Buddha beads.

"Amitabha, this king is finally out of the sea of suffering." Zhao Yu breathed a long sigh of relief when he heard this.

"Hmph, start boxing in the afternoon." Yuan Miao nose jet.

"Big ...... Master, this king grew up in the deep palace, his young body is weak and weak, and he can't bear to toss like this every day. Zhao Hao was stunned when he heard this, and he opened his mouth to scold the street, but when he thought of the consequences, he licked his lips and squeezed out a little smile, and said pitifully.

"Your Highness has been shouting since he followed Lao Wei to practice martial arts, and he can't bear it every day, so don't you come here too!" Yuan Miao was unmoved by the prince's pleas and said coldly.

"This ...... Isn't this the master's teaching? "This old monk doesn't enter the oil and salt, and Rao is clever and can't help it, but Zhao Yujue's daily standing pile is still somewhat useful. When I first practiced, I couldn't squat on half a stick of incense and trembled into a ball, but now these three sticks of incense are almost burned, and I can still chat!

"Your Royal Highness has good talents, as long as you are willing to endure hardships, you will succeed if you are willing to work hard, I think my ancestor has won the world from scratch with a dragon stick, and His Royal Highness will also follow the example of Taizu to restore my family." Yuan Miao said.

"Really?!" Zhao Yu was surprised, and then couldn't help but rejoice in his heart, it turned out that this figure also inherited Zhao Kuangyin's excellent genes, and he still had the potential to become a hero.

"But His Highness's mind is too heavy to concentrate on martial arts, and it is difficult to achieve great success!" Yuan Miao saw that the incense had burned out, and raised his hand to let him get up.

"Alas, Bai Huan is happy, but Master, I am entangled in mundane things, and I have to worry about big and small things. It is not better than Taizu to succeed in joining the army in his twenties, nor is it better than a master to abandon his home and practice. Zhao Yu said a little frustrated, but he couldn't help but find a reason for himself.

"No, you see that the old donor, Wen Ke Dingguo, Wu Ke Anbang, the way of civil and military can be in the heart. His Royal Highness's qualifications are no less than his, so why not. Yuan Miao shook her head and said.

"Really?" Zhao Hao rubbed his hands, and secretly said that this old monk is magical, and it can be seen that he should not miss it, "Master, compared with you and Lord Ying, whose martial arts are higher?" ”

"If the old man met the benefactor ten years ago, he could have reached a draw with him, but if he met twenty years ago, it would never be his opponent." Yuan Miao said slowly.

"The old man is also a master, this is too hard to believe!" Zhao Yu was dumbfounded when he heard this, this year's festival should be strict with seven out of sixty, and Yuan Miao was around fifty years old. Ten years ago the old man was fifty-seven, twenty years ago forty-seven. Twenty years ago, Yuan Miao reached the peak of both physical strength and understanding, but he still couldn't defeat the year of knowing the destiny of heaven, and the strength of his kung fu can be imagined. But the old man only started to practice martial arts after he was defeated by Wen Jinshi, and his talent was enough to make people angry.

"That stupid boy next to you is also a small martial artist, but at this time, he can't do more than twenty moves under the benefactor!" Yuan Miao glanced at Ni Liang, who was playing with the stone lock on the side, and said.

"This old man is hiding so deeply!" Zhao Yu touched his chin and said, he hadn't seen Yuan Miao and Ying Jieyan move, he could see that Ni Liang killed people, and he could still kill through the encirclement with his back, not to mention that with one enemy and one hundred, there was no problem at all in fighting ten or eight good players, but he was not Ying Jieyan's opponent.

"The big is hidden in the court, the middle is hidden in the city, and the small is hidden in the wilderness, and the realm of the old man is already inferior to the benefactor, and it is even more difficult to achieve a higher level." Yuan Miao thought clearly, sighed and said.

"Oh, no!" Hearing this, Zhao Yu suddenly thought of something, and said in surprise, "Keeping this king here to practice martial arts, is it a collusion between the master and Old Man Ying, what does he want to do?" ”

"Amitabha, what should be done by the donor is a great good deed, and the old man has been practicing for decades and still can't do it!" Yuan Miao didn't expect His Royal Highness to peek through the joints and pronounce the Buddha's trumpet, which can be regarded as a tacit acquiescence. But after that, Ren Zhao Yu didn't open his mouth no matter how much he asked, but just chanted the Buddha silently there, and he settled down, and he didn't have any way to take this Buddha......

All afternoon, Zhao Hao was wondering what Ying Jieyan wanted to do by leaving himself in the house in the past few days? So that I didn't concentrate on practicing boxing, and I still couldn't let go of a few boards. He thought about what happened a few days ago, although he had already known that the imperial court was unwilling to go to Qiongzhou, he still sent someone to Jingao again to invite His Majesty and the Queen Mother to move here. If nothing else, it was for the little emperor to cry because he was worried that he would not be able to eat meat, and he also had to try to ensure his safety and change his fate.

Ying Jieyan did not seem to object to his repeated invitations to the imperial court to Qiong, but personally wrote a piece of music, and jointly wrote a letter with the heads of various departments to ask the imperial court to move here for refuge, and began to draw the two armies to form the Qinwang army, once the imperial court agreed, they would go to sea to greet them. In addition, a large number of construction projects were carried out to build a palace in Fuzhou City, and a military camp was expanded outside the city to accommodate the soldiers and civilians who came with the imperial court. In the future, Qiong's refugees will be transferred to the Jiyang Army to reclaim water, build water conservancy, and reclaim wasteland, and nothing else will be a big deal.

"What does the old man want to do?" Zhao Hao couldn't think of it, but he could be sure that it would definitely be beneficial to him, otherwise Yuan Miao wouldn't be able to pass that level, let alone cooperate with it.

"But if it's good for yourself, why don't you let yourself know?" Zhao Yu couldn't figure it out, but it seemed to have caught something. The old man won't hide the cat and play with him, and it must be inconvenient for him to come forward with the mystery, but someone needs to carry the black pot.

"It's broken, it must be the imperial court coming to Qiongzhou!" Zhao Yu pondered for a moment along this line of thought, and finally grasped the point, it must have been something he said when the Changhua army was sheltering from the wind that made the old man distracted, he wanted to carry the thunder for himself...... (To be continued.) )