Forced to Ascend the Throne after Transmigrating

Something is wrong, this is very wrong.

Is this really his little son who is ignorant and always makes people worry?

Emperor Jingwen looked at the face on the screen that was exactly the same as the one in his impression, but he couldn’t match it with the person in his memory.

In the end, the second prince said what everyone was thinking: “It seems that our little Jiu has a lot of secrets…”

He said, how could the son born by his father and his brother be a fool? What’s more, Xiao Jiu was feared by both his father and the prince from the beginning, and no one lived as well as he did later. What’s more, he was the only one among all the brothers who received the favour of his father. Even the prince could not reach it later.

How could such a person be able to do it? How could he be deceived by him in the first place? Now thinking about it carefully, it is really horrible and makes people’s scalp numb.

Not only himself, but also looking at Lao Liu and the prince on the side, the second prince felt balanced in his heart.

After a long while, the prince said with difficulty: “Perhaps… Xiaojiu is simply not good at writing.”

Xiaojiu has not shown stupidity since he was a child. He just doesn’t use his mind on the right path. When Xiaojiu is being clever and lazy, he is more powerful than anyone else.

Now these things on the screen don’t really mean anything. Perhaps Xiaojiu is simply better at numerology.

After the prince’s explanation, everyone suddenly felt that it was much easier to accept. After all, admitting that Xiaojiu is better than ordinary people in some aspects is much easier than being kept in the dark…

Emperor Jingwen’s face was as gloomy as water, and he gritted his teeth. He wanted to see what else Xiaojiu could do!

The scene not far away continued –

Emperor Jingwen and his men saw that after their side quickly changed their formation, Beiting realised that this was a good opportunity, and took advantage of the time when Da Zhou was issuing orders and rushed up like a wolf.

The people of Beiting were born strong, and nearly 10,000 people were like hungry tigers pouncing on their food, which made them even more fierce. The murderous look made the four princes nervous through the screen, and the little emperor, who had never seen such a scene, clenched the corners of his clothes, and his palms were slightly sweating. He kept praying in his heart, “It must be okay, Uncle Nine!”

The expression of Emperor Jingwen was even more tense. No matter what, he couldn’t help but worry.

Just when the breathing of several people was slightly stagnant, accompanied by General Fang and General Xu shouting “Protect the emperor” at the top of their lungs, Xiaojiu in the picture quickly took down the big bow next to him. His extremely calm expression infected Emperor Jingwen outside the picture, and his eyes followed his movements uncontrollably.

Although several people had not been to the battlefield in person, they were not unfamiliar with this big bow. There was no other reason, this bow was too famous.

This bow weighs seven stones, and the arrow is about as thick as a finger. Normally, it takes four people to pull it together, and it is often used for siege. Now Xiaojiu is alone, but he can pull it to a full moon shape.

The next moment, a loud sound of breaking through the air was heard. The Beiting general Lan, who was originally in high spirits, seemed to have encountered a fatal crisis. He quickly snatched the shield of the soldier beside him, but this extremely solid shield now seemed like paper. The arrow penetrated through it without losing its force, and penetrated all four people until there were no more arrows left, and then it stopped.

Emperor Jingwen and others didn’t know whether the old Duke of Zhen had such strength back then, but looking at the expression of the enemy general Lan Feng, he must have been more than that.

Looking at Xiaojiu in the picture again, his body and hands did not tremble, and he didn’t seem to be struggling. Conservatively speaking, it would not be difficult for him to shoot a few more shots.

In an instant, inside and outside the screen, the expressions of the second prince and others were almost exactly the same as the eldest prince, the same disbelief, the same dumbfounded.

If he said that he killed eighteen assassins in a row because he received guidance from Yao Zhi after marrying her, and that he could tell the number with just one glance, then the prince and others could not be fooled by such a precise arrow. ṜΑ

Once or twice is accidental, but more than once is inevitable.

Only a fool would believe that this little bastard did not hide his shortcomings! As for what Xiaojiu said on the screen, that he practised it after hunting, the second prince and others just sneered, saying that such an explanation could not fool them now.

After thinking that they had seen through Xiaojiu’s true face, the prince and others now just wanted to know how many things he was hiding from them.

Emperor Jingwen fiddled with the teacup beside him, his expression changed several times, and finally he sneered: “Ha.”

Having been an emperor for decades, this was probably the worst time that Emperor Jingwen was fooled, and the key was his most beloved youngest son. Emperor Jingwen was so angry that he couldn’t even describe it.

He was angry and annoyed, but more embarrassed and embarrassed. At this moment, he finally knew what shame was.

The prince: “…”

I always felt that my father was greatly stimulated by Xiaojiu’s performance…

The second prince was watching the fun and said coldly: “Now that Xiaojiu is the emperor, I’m afraid that all his past deeds can no longer be concealed.”

Once the door is opened, the secrets will only be exposed more and more, not to mention that they are all dead, and Xiaojiu has no need to hide it anymore. The second prince is waiting to see the show. What’s more, when he said this, he couldn’t help but glance at Emperor Taicheng next to him. I just don’t know what the other emperor feels after seeing it.

If we talk about poking at people’s hearts, it’s the second prince who didn’t forget to sow discord even after his death.

Emperor Taicheng took a deep breath and pretended not to see it.

The little emperor didn’t care about that. He only knew that when he was alive, his ninth uncle had no bad intentions. He even gave his all to protect and educate him. After his death, he even avenged him personally.

This alone is enough. As for the rest, it is not important.

Seeing the second uncle’s sinister intention, the little emperor could not help but glare at him fiercely.

The second prince raised his eyebrows, not hurt.

Then, Xiao Jiu shot seven arrows in a row, breaking up the 2,000-man team led by Lan Feng, forcing Lan Feng to dodge in a panic. Among them, Lan Feng’s capable subordinate was pierced through the heart by an arrow. Lan Feng saw that the situation was not good and had to retreat.

[“God bless the Great Zhou, long live the emperor!”

General Fang and General Xu suppressed their enthusiasm and knelt on the ground.

“Your Majesty is mighty, long live the emperor!”]

Silence, silence, and silence.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

After a long time, Emperor Taicheng sighed, his eyes were complicated and difficult to discern, but in the end, he still spoke: “In terms of marching and fighting, I am not as good as him.”

Emperor Taicheng used to think that Prince Ding was a rare warrior in the world, but now in this scene, Xiao Jiu, who is well-proportioned and far less muscular than Prince Ding, is more ferocious.

It was not visible at all before.

In the picture, the Beiting people abandoned their armour and fled in a panic. Not to mention the soldiers of the Great Zhou, even Emperor Taicheng felt proud. However, the more this happened, the more uncomfortable he felt.

Although the battle in the picture was won, new problems soon emerged.

Xiaojiu actually asked the Ministry of War to transport all the weapons manufactured by the court to the border of Chen State instead of here. Such an order was not understood by Prince Ding, and the second prince and others did not understand it either.

It stands to reason that Beiting is the most critical side. The strength of Chen State is far less than that of Beiting. If all the weapons are sent to Chen State, although it will make it much easier to resist the attack of Chen State, if something goes wrong in Beiting, what is the point of defending the city well?

Several possibilities flashed through the second prince’s mind, but he quickly ruled them out one by one.

“Sure enough, Xiaojiu should have other backup plans.” The prince thought for a moment and spoke with certainty.

At this point, when the prince was trying to figure out Xiaojiu’s behaviour, he was no longer just superficial.

Emperor Jingwen wanted to see what surprises his youngest son had waiting for him.

Sure enough, in the middle of the night, Ye Shuo led 800 soldiers out of the tent, and scared Prince Ding, who had just fallen asleep, so much that he didn’t even have time to put on his clothes and chased him out on crutches.

If it was before, Emperor Jingwen and his men would still be a little nervous, but now… Heh, it’s not so easy for the little bastard to get into trouble.

Then, Emperor Jingwen and his men watched Xiaojiu easily “snatch” a large number of well-made and usable weapons from the hands of the notorious.

To say that it was snatching was actually flattering those locusts, it was clearly a free gift! The group of people symbolically resisted twice and then abandoned the camp and fled. What’s the difference between this and giving it directly to Xiaojiu? What’s more, with so few people, how could they use so many weapons? What to do with the extra weapons, throw them into the pot and stew them? How much of a coincidence would it take for the number of these weapons to match that of the soldiers of the Great Zhou?

Although Emperor Jingwen had not formally met the so-called locusts, he had heard of their names. Even Beiting was afraid of their existence, so how could they be easy to deal with?

However, this group of robbers who plundered Beiting without mercy seemed to be gentle and harmless little lambs when they met Xiaojiu. After fighting for a long time, neither side even broke a bloody skin. No matter how you think about it, it’s not right.

“…If there is no trick here, I will take the surname of Xiaojiu.” The fourth prince, who had completely forgotten that he and Ye Shuo were brothers, pulled the corners of his mouth, smiling.

However, Prince Ding believed it.

Prince Ding not only believed Xiaojiu’s words, but also felt that the locusts would come back at any time. He was afraid that he would be entangled by the locusts. Prince Ding was very happy to pick up weapons. He was as excited as picking up silver, and sweat broke out on his forehead.

Emperor Jingwen: “…”

He had never known that his eldest son was so, uh… honest.

Then, the grain and grass of the Great Zhou were intercepted by Beiting halfway and burned completely, but it didn’t matter, it was all a small matter. Sure enough, the locusts quickly helped Xiaojiu to make up for the losses, not only to make up for all the losses, but even more than the lost batch of grain and grass.

Beiting learned from the locusts to launch a fatigue attack on the Great Zhou, but it was okay. The locusts, the real master, soon confronted the group of imposters from Beiting.

In addition, the leader of the locusts came directly to Xiaojiu and bowed to him in front of everyone.

The picture stayed on the expression of Prince Ding who suspected that his brother was actually the father of the locust leader. The prince couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Emperor Taicheng also twitched his mouth, with a strange expression, which was hard to describe.

Emperor Jingwen shook his head and sighed, unable to bear to look directly.

Is there something wrong with the eldest brother’s brain?