The prince is more stable

Chapter 1 Opening a new account

Great Song Dynasty, Bian Jing, Prince Chu's Palace.

The Yin'an Hall looked as if it had been ravaged by a group of horse bandits, with countless broken porcelain pieces, torn calligraphy and paintings, and shattered tables and chairs scattered on the ground.

A group of people dressed as servants in green clothes were standing outside the hall, shivering. Many of them had black circles under their eyes and bruised faces and noses, obviously having just been beaten. They were looking towards the Yin'an Hall with fear and trepidation.

In the middle of the hall, Zhao Xiaoqian was half lying and half sitting on a complete chair, feeling sore all over, especially his arms, which were in so much pain that he couldn't lift them.

Opposite him sat a white-bearded old man in his fifties, stroking his beard with one hand and resting the other on Zhao Xiaoqian's pulse.

Zhao Xiaoqian and the old man looked at each other, their eyes met, and it was a glance that lasted a thousand years.

There was silence between the two for a while, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Zhao Xiaoqian hesitated to speak, and after some mental preparation, he was still revising his opening remarks in his mind.

The old man had an ethereal look, with flowing white beard, looking like an old immortal. Unfortunately, one of his eyes was black, and his gray hair was a little messy, which somewhat reduced his immortal aura.

After a long time, Zhao Xiaoqian finally spoke softly.

"Doctor, I'm probably sick. I can't sleep anyway. I feel so sad for no reason..."

The old man was obviously a doctor. His face twitched slightly when he heard that, and then he pointed at the servants outside the hall who had terrified expressions and bruised faces.

"Your Highness is worrying too much. Their sadness is groundless." The old man said lightly.

Then the old man raised his thumb, pointed at the dark circles under his eyes, and continued calmly: "My sadness is the same as theirs, all without cause."

Zhao Xiaoqian raised one arm and waved to the servants outside the hall, an apologetic smile on his face: "Thank you for your understanding."

The servants all lowered their heads and said they dared not.

That’s right, Zhao Xiaoqian is the crown prince, the crown prince of the Chu Palace in the Northern Song Dynasty.

The amazing thing is that Zhao Xiaoqian only found out about this identity two hours ago.

Two hours ago, Zhao Xiaoqian, who had been dreaming for a thousand years, opened his eyes in a daze and found that the surrounding environment was extremely unfamiliar.

What terrified Zhao Xiaoqian even more was that several Taoist priests in robes were holding down his hands and feet, while an old Taoist priest in a purple robe was holding a bowl of black water and trying to force it into his mouth. The scene was exactly like the scam of a cyber fraud gang...

What would a normal person do in this situation?
Zhao Xiaoqian didn't know what others would do, but he would not sit there and wait for death to be slaughtered.

Of course, when you encounter criminals, you must fight back. If you can't resist, then run away.

So Zhao Xiaoqian took decisive action.

"Here comes the egg!"

With a loud shout, Zhao Xiaoqian suddenly launched a sneak attack, grabbing the vital point of the purple-robed Taoist priest with one hand.

The move was a bit vulgar, but... Zhao Xiaoqian was lying on the bed, and the old Taoist in purple robe was standing in front of his bed. The position of the two was so perfect that it would be a shame to not take advantage of him and show off the old Taoist's coquettish stance.

The old Taoist in purple robe let out a shrill scream, covered his crotch, and fell down with his legs turned inward.

Several other young Taoists were not spared either. Zhao Xiaoqian picked up a stool in the house and swept through the enemy troops in a crushing defeat. His movements were particularly handsome.

What was strange was that no matter the old Taoist in purple robe or several young Taoists, no one dared to resist after being beaten by Zhao Xiaoqian. They looked terrified and could only hide with their heads in their hands, constantly shouting "Prince, please spare my lives."

Zhao Xiaoqian didn't care about all that. After all, he was inexplicably in an unfamiliar environment, and when he woke up, someone held his hands and feet and forced him to take medicine. At this moment, he only wanted to break through the siege, escape from the lair of this criminal group, and then call the police.

When the Taoists saw Zhao Xiaoqian beating them like crazy, they did not dare to resist, but it was still necessary to escape.

So the Taoists ran out of the house, running for their lives.

Zhao Xiaoqian should use his remaining courage to pursue the enemy, grabbing the Hu stool and chasing them relentlessly.

They chased Zhao Xiaoqian from the backyard all the way to the Yin'an Palace in the palace. Although they didn't catch him, they found a large group of servants in blue clothes following him. They chased Zhao Xiaoqian and shouted, "Prince, don't do this. Prince, calm down."

Zhao Xiaoqian was already a little bit over the top, so he displayed his power in the Yin'an Palace. No matter who it was, anyone who dared to get within half a meter of him would have his head blown to pieces.

A moment later, all the servants in the palace were beaten by him. Zhao Xiaoqian took advantage of it because he was the only one beating people and others did not dare to touch him and just surrounded him.

The Yin'an Palace was in a mess, the palace was in chaos, and even the guard dog was slapped twice by him.

Just as he was killing people everywhere, he suddenly heard a joyful voice outside the hall. In the chaos, Zhao Xiaoqian turned his head and saw a round, short and fat ball of meat rolling in.

"Awake? Awake! Haha, God bless my son..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Xiaoqian kicked him in the air without saying a word.

As soon as the meatball stepped over the threshold, it flew backwards.

The action of force is mutual. The recoil of this flying kick was very strong, and Zhao Xiaoqian flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

The servants immediately rushed forward and restrained Zhao Xiaoqian's hands and feet.

The entire palace was in turmoil caused by Zhao Xiaoqian. After the storm subsided, the Yin'an Palace seemed to have become a ruin after a typhoon.

After calming down, Zhao Xiaoqian discovered a fact.

It seems that this is not an online fraud group, but the Northern Song Dynasty.

Now, his identity seems to be the prince of Chu Palace.

So there was the opening scene.

The old doctor took the prince's pulse and examined him, while the servants dragged the injured body to clean up the aftermath. Zhao Xiaoqian had a numb expression and was trying hard to digest the fact that he had traveled through time.

The doctor in front of him was named Sun, and he was an imperial physician. When Zhao Xiaoqian was showing his prowess in Yin'an Hall, this imperial physician Sun, who was invited to treat the prince, happened to step into Yin'an Hall. He was lucky enough to get a blow from him.

After feeling the pulse for a long time, Doctor Sun withdrew his hand, stroked his beard and said leisurely, "The prince is fine, he's just a little thin, his Qi and blood aren't strong enough. He needs more sun and more exercise to strengthen his bones and muscles. I'll prescribe a prescription for your nourishment..."

Zhao Xiaoqian was in a complicated mood at the moment. Two hours had passed, and he still hadn't recovered from the fact of time travel, and his expression looked a little dull.

Seeing Doctor Sun stand up and prepare to write a prescription, Zhao Xiaoqian suddenly reached out and grabbed him.

"Doctor, can you take another closer look?" Zhao Xiaoqian looked somewhat unwilling.

Doctor Sun was puzzled: "What else is wrong with your noble body, my lord?"

"Have."

"Where?" Doctor Sun sat down with a serious expression.

Zhao Xiaoqian said slowly and seriously, "This isn't the Great Song Dynasty, is it? This should be a different world, with all sorts of kingdoms and dynasties. And I'm just a useless piece of shit from a small family, with no talent for cultivation."

"A legendary story begins..."

Doctor Sun's eyelids twitched, and he grabbed Zhao Xiaoqian's wrist again in a somewhat exasperated manner.

"My medical skills are not good enough and I almost made a misdiagnosis. I'm afraid there is something wrong with the prince's brain. I'll take another look."

"Could that flesh ball I kicked flying in the hall just now be the Nascent Soul Patriarch of the family who is in seclusion?"

"That's your father, he's just a little fat." Doctor Sun suddenly laughed, with a bit of gloating in his smile.

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