Ming Dynasty: Gain one supernatural power every day

In the midst of the army, Zhu Di rode on the back of a tiger, the jade tablet in his hand glowing, the words "able to eat, drink, and sleep" on the screen glaringly obvious.

His lips twitched, but he forced it back down. No, he couldn't laugh. Behind him were tens of thousands of soldiers, and beside him were generals and officials. He was the emperor; he had to maintain his composure.

He reached out and pinched his thigh hard, gasping in pain, and then went through all the sad things he could remember in his life.

Back then, when I was forced to feign madness and sleep in a pigsty, all those humiliations, those torments, those unbearable memories, I managed to suppress my smile. Only the sword at my waist trembled slightly.

Zhu Gaoxi lay on the cloud chair, his fingers gripping the armrests so tightly that his cheeks ached from biting them.

He couldn't hold it in any longer, but with so many people following behind him, if he suddenly burst out laughing, people would think he had some kind of illness. Just imagine, there are tens of thousands of people behind you, and you're walking at the front and suddenly burst out laughing, wouldn't people think you're crazy?

Are you a god? That's just crazy.

He took a deep breath, sat up, and hurriedly cupped his hands towards Zhu Di and Zhu Gaochi: "Father, Second Brother, I have something to attend to, I'll be right back."

As soon as he finished speaking, he rode his somersault cloud and shot off at ten times the speed of sound, instantly arriving at a deserted wilderness forest.

The moment his feet touched the ground, he leaned against a crooked tree, bent over, and laughed so hard he couldn't straighten up: "Hahahaha—Third Brother's mouth—a dead pig—hahahaha—"

A stray dog ​​was urinating under a tree with its hind legs raised. Startled by the sudden noise, it shuddered and held back its urination. It tucked its tail between its legs and jumped back three steps, barking twice at him.

Putting aside the fact that this person fell from the sky, what's with standing there laughing like that? Is he trying to take over territory?

Zhu Gaoxi laughed for several minutes, then straightened up, rubbing his aching stomach. He waved at the stray dog ​​that was still baring its teeth at him: "I won't fight you for it, you continue, you continue."

He let out a long breath, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, reassembled his somersault cloud, and flew back to the marching ranks with a whoosh.

After returning, he greeted Zhu Di and wanted to greet his second brother as well, but seeing how flustered his second brother was, he couldn't bear to disturb him. His second brother was probably busy "building rapport" with his third brother at the moment.

Sure enough, just as he casually picked up the jade pendant and flipped through it, the group chat was flooded with messages, all from the same person.

Iron-willed yet tender-hearted [Emperor Zhu Gaochi of Han]: @Third Prince, seeking progress while maintaining stability!

Iron-willed yet tender-hearted [Emperor Zhu Gaochi of Han]: @Seeking progress while maintaining stability, speak up, Third Brother!

Iron-blooded yet tender-hearted [Emperor Zhu Gaochi of Han]: @Seeking progress while maintaining stability, where are you?

Zhu Di, still sharp as ever: Second brother, what are you doing? Didn't the third brother already tell you so many good points? Aren't you satisfied? But actually, the third brother did miss one good point.

The second son has a really loud voice; you can hear it from far away. It's so loud it gives you a headache, and sometimes it's so annoying that you just want to slap him.

Zhu Di, whose skills are still sharp: Besides, you just said that the third prince could say whatever he wanted. You won't go back on your word, will you?

[Empress Xu Miaoyun]: Second son, I think what the third son said is correct. Besides, a real man should keep his word.

Iron-willed yet tender-hearted [Emperor Zhu Gaochi of Han]: Third brother, you just wait!

Iron-blooded yet tender-hearted [King Zhu Gaochi of Han]: @Third brother who seeks progress while maintaining stability, your second brother is just joking with you. Can you reiterate your second brother's strengths?

Iron-willed yet tender-hearted [Prince Zhu Gaochi of Han]: @Third brother who seeks progress while maintaining stability, please reiterate your second brother's strengths. Your second brother will bring you wonderful things when he returns from Annam! Ivory, rhinoceros horn, gemstones from Annam—whatever you want, your second brother will bring it to you!

Iron-willed yet tender-hearted [Emperor Zhu Gaochi of Han]: @Third Prince, seeking progress while maintaining stability? Where did the Third Prince go? Speak up!

Iron-willed yet tender-hearted [Emperor Zhu Gaochi of Han]: @Seeking progress while maintaining stability, are you even here?!

Zhu Di watched as Zhu Gaoxu's portrait on the jade tablet jumped up and down like a madman, the whole screen filled with his shouting. He'd had enough of the show and the excitement; if this idiot kept yelling, the group chat would explode.

He tapped it lightly with his finger.

[The phrase "Iron-blooded yet tender-hearted" has been banned by the group owner.]

Zhu Gaoxu was typing messages so hard his fingers were practically smoking when suddenly a line of gray text popped up on the screen.

He stared wide-eyed and poked the jade tablet twice more, but it wouldn't send out.

A surge of anger shot up to the top of his head. He abruptly looked up, his gaze like a knife shooting towards Zhu Di at the front of the group. He wanted to question Zhu Di: Why was he silenced?

After all, if this happened online in modern times, and someone was messing with you, you'd have to go through the internet and have a good talk with them!

"What's wrong, Second Brother? Do you have a problem with that?" Then he met Zhu Di's imposing face and heard that deep voice.

Zhu Gaoxu's expression changed from anger to radiant in an instant. He had been teasing her just moments before, and the change was so fast that he hadn't even had time to react. His lips were already automatically plastered with a smile: "Father, why won't you let me speak? I still want to talk to Mother."

He gritted his teeth inwardly: You old hag, you used to say I was most like you, and now you're doing this to me? Silencing me in front of the whole family, where do I, the King of Han, put my face?

Zhu Di, riding on the tiger's back, didn't even lift his eyelids, and said indifferently, "It will automatically untie itself in a few hours. Now, don't say anything; I find your talking very annoying."

Zhu Gaoxu opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't dare to retort.

He dejectedly turned the Fierce Tiger King around and leaned closer to Zhu Gaoxi's cloud chair, trying to hide his embarrassment: "Fourth brother, look at Father, why is he like this? I was just trying to liven things up..."

Zhu Gaoxi lay back on the cloud chair: "Second brother, Father is the group admin, so there's nothing I can do to help. Why don't you go talk to Third Brother privately?"

Zhu Gaoxu's eyes lit up, and he slapped his thigh: "Great idea!"

He took out the jade pendant again, opened Zhu Gaosui's private chat interface, and dialed a call request without saying a word. Beep—beep—beep—no one answered.

He dialed again, but still no one answered. He dialed seven or eight more times, but all his attempts went unanswered.

Zhu Gaochi's temper flared up again, his fingers slamming into the jade pendant with a loud thud, as he unleashed a barrage of voice messages:

"Third brother, you think you're all grown up now, huh? You won't even answer your second brother's calls?"

"Third brother, answer the phone! Answer it now! Second brother has something good for you!"

"Third brother, if you don't answer now, you're in for a world of hurt when you get home! You think I won't expose your bedwetting days?"

The generals Zhang Fu and Zheng Heng, who were standing nearby, looked at each other in bewilderment as they listened to the Prince of Han riding alone on the back of a tiger, shouting and yelling at the jade tablet.

Zhang Fu nudged Zheng Heng with his elbow and asked in a low voice, "Who...who has offended the Prince of Han?"

Jung Hyung shook his head and shrugged blankly.

If this were in modern times, these two would probably have to give each other a push.

Zhang Fu gestured with his chin: "Your husband!"

Jung Hyung rolled her eyes: "No, your husband! Your husband!"