All Heavens and Worlds Modified History System

Chapter 250: No more descendants?

"Fifth brother, let's stop here today."

In a tavern in the southern part of Kaifeng Prefecture, Fang Erlang, whose face turned red from drinking, limped out of the tavern holding Zhang Wu Ge's arm around him.

"Erlang." Brother Zhang Wu looked at his legs and said worriedly, "I'll take you home."

"It's okay." Fang Erlang waved his hand. "Now all the foxes and rats in Tokyo City have been cleared out. The streets are very clean."

"I'm fine anyway." Brother Zhang Wu insisted on sending Fang Erlang home.

After chatting all the way, we arrived at Fang Erlang's home, where we saw his wife and two servants busy packing their luggage.

Seeing this scene, Brother Zhang Wu felt mixed emotions and didn't know what to say.

Seeing his embarrassment, Fang Erlang patted his shoulder and said with a smile, "No need to be like this, brother is going to enjoy himself."

During the decisive battle with the Western Army, Fang Erlang fought bravely and captured another soldier's head, and was promoted to a higher rank.

But one of his legs was accidentally hit by an arrow, injuring his tendons and bones.

Although he could still walk after treatment, he could not continue to serve in the army in this condition.

"Yes." Brother Zhang Wu forced a smile, "It's a blessing."

"Two hectares of land, and a large yard." Fang Erlang was very open-minded. "My family received so many rewards, and was given two cows and two tenants. I can also receive a salary of 100 dan every year. This life is worth it."

His rank reached the second level, and he was granted two hectares of land, two houses, two cows, two tenant families, and an annual salary of one hundred dan.

"It's really worth it to exchange so much for one leg."

As they were talking, Fang Erlang's eldest son, who was less than ten years old, ran in hurriedly, shouting, "Sister, give me some water! I'm dying of thirst."

The sister here does not mean his sister, but mother.

Fang Erlang's family quickly scooped water from the water tank and handed it to their eldest son.

"You bastard." Fang Erlang limped over and slapped his son on the back of the head. "Why did you come home when you could just go to class?!"

He retired due to injury. According to Chen Ran's rules, he could choose one of his sons and nephews to inherit his status as a member of the imperial guard.

And because he has a title for military merit, he can directly enter the martial arts school.

Chen Ran closed the Imperial Academy, but did not waste its resources. Everything from the venue to the equipment was converted to martial arts.

According to the rumor circulating among the Imperial Guards, those who graduate from martial arts school will at least start as a captain!

Brother Zhang Wu knew about this because he had also sent his son to take the exam, but unfortunately he failed.

"It's a holiday today!"

Fang Erlang's eldest son rubbed the back of his head and yelled, "I didn't run away by myself. Besides, the martial arts school is strictly guarded and has strict access control. Who could run away?"

"Run?" Fang Erlang's eyes widened. "Do you know how hard it is to send you to martial arts? I, your Alang, lost a leg! If you dare to run, I will beat you to death! By the way, how was your test result? Did you make it into the top 100?"

Upon hearing this, the eldest son immediately hung his head in dejection, "Father, you don't know, martial arts is full of monsters, people who can shoot arrows through a hundred paces, people who can ride horses as fast as the wind, people who can use all kinds of weapons, and people who can recite military books. I can't even recognize all the characters, how can I be in the top 100."

Brother Zhang Wu knew about this, and he had specifically inquired about it so that his son could be admitted to a martial arts school.

According to the rules set by the king, those who rank in the top 100 at the end of the course will be appointed as the general of a hundred men, that is, the head of the army or the commander of the army.

If you fail to reach that level, you can only be a team leader, a squad leader or even a sergeant.

This gap is basically the distance between senior sergeants and real officers.

Thinking of this, Brother Zhang Wu suddenly felt that Fang Erlang did not need his pity and care.

They have fields, houses, property, servants, livestock and everything else, and they also receive a salary every year.

The eldest son works hard in martial arts, and if he is lucky he can get into the top 100. Once he graduates, he will be an officer, which Zhang Wu Ge and others would never dare to dream of in their entire lives.

My youngest son followed me to the farm to look after the house. In such a life, where did I feel superior and I even thought of pitying him?

After teaching his son a lesson, Fang Erlang turned around and chatted with Brother Zhang Wu, "Brother Wu, I'm going to Zhengzhou this time, and I don't know when we'll see each other next time. Let's go to Juxianju tomorrow and have another drink."

"Okay, I'll definitely come." Brother Zhang Wu sighed, "You'll be a baozheng when you go to Zhengzhou. I'm really envious."

The so-called Baozheng is the village chief.

Chao Gai, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King who robbed the birthday gift, was Chao Baozheng, the village chief.

"Haha~~~" Fang Erlang smiled and saluted towards the direction of the palace. "All of this was given by the king. Fang Erlang has no chance to die for the king now. I just pray to God to bless the king to live a hundred years and have many children."

Chen Ran, who was being cared for by many imperial guards, was still working hard to have many children in the imperial palace.

After pestering Yi An for a few days, the monk couldn't stand it anymore and simply found a pair of scissors and put them across his neck, threatening, "If you bother me again, I will die in front of you!"

There was no way. Chen Ran had explosive physical fitness and super abilities. He came and went out endlessly, and came and went out again, over and over again. Even Yi An, who was in his thirties, could not stand it.

Feeling disappointed, Chen Ran had no choice but to turn around and look for the princesses.

Among all the princesses, the one that Chen Ran paid the most attention to was naturally Princess Maode.

In addition to her unrivaled beauty in the city of Bianliang, her historical fame was also an important attraction.

That evening, Zhao Fujin was having dinner with Princess Qingfu Zhao Jingu, who was less than two years old, when Chen Ran suddenly came in.

Zhao Fujin stood up quickly and said, "Your Majesty."

"Get up." Chen Ran sat down next to the table and greeted him. "I'm hungry, let's eat together."

"Yes." Zhao Fujin, who was gentle in character, did not dare to disobey at all. He carefully picked up his sister and stood up, then sat down to eat.

The young Zhao Jingu was very sensitive. When she felt the murderous aura honed from Chen Ran's long battles, she immediately started crying loudly.

Zhao Fujin had no choice but to coax him.

Chen Ran, who was eating with chopsticks in hand, looked at Zhao Jingu and asked, "Is it Princess Qingfu?"

"Yes."

Chen Ran said with a smile, "It seems she doesn't like me."

Zhao Fujin was horrified and quickly stood up and saluted, "No, Your Majesty, she is just too young."

"No need to do that." Chen Ran waved his hand. "Actually, I am her benefactor. Forget it, let the nanny coax her to sleep."

He didn't lie, he really was the benefactor of Princess Qingfu Zhao Jingu.

In history, Zhao Jingu was just a child of a few years old when she was abducted to the Jin Kingdom. She was sent to the palace to serve the old ruler of the Jin Kingdom, and later she was given to the powerful people of the Jin Kingdom.

This is not a big deal, but her remains were found during archaeological excavations in later generations.

Based on the identification of the remains, it was concluded that Zhao Jingu was buried alive with the powerful official when he died.

That powerful man was over seventy when he died, while Zhao Jingu was only in her early thirties.

Her hands and legs were broken by heavy objects, and her head was smashed. It was obvious that she did not want to be buried alive with the dead, so she was killed with a hammer and put into the grave.

With Chen Ran, at least she would grow up without worries about food and clothing, and it would be even more impossible for him to kill her so cruelly as a burial companion.

It is no exaggeration to say that he is Zhao Jingu's benefactor.

Of course, no one in this world knows about this except Chen Ran.

"Two years at most." After Zhao Jingu was taken away by her nurse, Chen Ran seemed to be talking to himself, "It's time to fight the Jin people to the death. Then I will avenge you and slaughter them all to make a temple."

As usual, he kept talking in words that he couldn't understand, and Zhao Fujin didn't know how to respond.

How could I have become enemies with the Jin people when I was staying safely in the city of Bianliang?

But she was weak in character and naturally couldn't ask such questions.

There are not many entertainment activities these days, and Chen Ran is not interested in singing, dancing and banquets.

After dinner, the two of them went to take a shower and change clothes tacitly.

As expected by the palace maids serving Zhao Fujin, when they went to clean the bathtub, they found water stains all over the floor. They had no idea how a mere bath could cause such a big fuss.

Back on the bed, Chen Ran was still saying strange things, "I know you can't stand it, so I have been keeping it to myself and never tried to find another way out of the ordinary."

This time Zhao Fujin was not confused. The princesses were not restricted in their freedom in the palace. Except for a few places, they could walk around and communicate freely.

When she got together with her sisters, they all talked about her sex life with Chen Ran.

Naturally, I also know what it means to find a new way.

"Hey."

Chen Ran interrupted Zhao Fujin's contemplation and raised his hand to gently stroke her soft red lips. "I take such good care of you, have you ever thought of repaying me?"

This king came to see him the most times, so Zhao Fujin's experience naturally increased rapidly and he knew everything.

She lowered her eyelids, her nose twitched slightly, and she leaned forward with her red lips slightly opened.

Livestock house, villa.

After being busy all day, Zhao Ji and his son Zhao Huan supported each other and limped back to the villa.

Zhao Ji, who was traumatized, asked his eldest son to prepare dinner while he hurried to the dry toilet to clean it.

When he finished his work and staggered back to the room, he was surprised to see a person lying on the bed.

He thought that the son who didn't go to cook was really his son!

"Brother Ninth?!"

After taking a closer look, Zhao Ji was shocked. "Ninth Brother?! Is it really you?"

Zhao Jiumei was lying on the bed, breathing weakly and looking pale, obviously due to excessive blood loss.

A pair of eyes looked at Zhao Ji, tears streaming down her face but she was speechless.

The experienced Zhao Ji hurried forward and lifted the torn mat, and sure enough, the medicine covering the wound had been stained red.

He hurried out and shouted to the eunuchs guarding outside the courtyard, "Hurry up, Brother Nine's wound has split open!"

The guarding eunuch was too lazy to pay attention, but the chief eunuch who was nearby heard this and ran over and slapped the guarding eunuch on the head, and immediately scolded him, "Idiot! The king said that they are not allowed to die! Do you want to bury them with him? Hurry and get the medicine box!"

He brought the medicine box, re-applied the medicine for the wound, and even boiled a bowl of blood-replenishing medicine for Zhao Jiumei, which was then given to the Ninth Prince Zhao Gou to drink.

Seeing his complexion gradually recover, everyone in the yard breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Ji was also a little anxious. "Why did you send my ninth brother here again? What is this for? If you want to exterminate my descendants, just kill them all. Why do this?"

The chief eunuch shook his head and said, "Your Majesty has misunderstood. The king has already said that only the three of you will be sent here. As for the rest of the king's grandchildren, they have all been sent to Shaolin Temple to become monks."

Zhao Ji was dumbfounded. "Is it true that my descendants will be cut off?!"

(End of this chapter)