nucmednet Chapter 1075: Yu Di is too fast
Chapter 1075: Yu Di is too fast
With the golden words "I agree", the little prince suddenly flashed towards Cen Yuan with ghostly movements.
He is not simply conceited. After all, he is the chosen one with 70% talent and 30% hard work.
If it were someone else, he might have succeeded.
Of course, his opponent is Cen Yuan!
His father will always be his father!
The instinct of being alert and evasive, as well as the deliberate desire to suppress one of his sons, even if it meant that he had to survive "in the unlikely event", Cen Yuan had to make him pay the price of untold hardships.
A flash.
One chases.
In just a few breaths, the father and son had already circled several times.
The little prince displayed a calmness beyond his age. His usual flamboyant screaming faded away, and even the last trace of childishness on his face disappeared.
He is serious and focused.
He demonstrated his excellent footwork and his movements were light and skillful.
The same is true for Cen Yuan.
From 30% being serious, to 50% being serious, to 70% being focused, the remaining 30% is pride.
His son, Cen Yuan, is indeed an excellent one!
The more outstanding he was, the more he wanted his son to suffer some setbacks. He must not let him mistakenly think that "I am the best in the world" at such a young age.
At least let him know that even though his father may not claim to be the best in the world, he can still beat him.
Thinking of this, his expression became even colder, and the "what if" in his mind that he had deliberately let go disappeared completely. Cen Yuan's movements became more and more weird.
No extra fancy moves, just super fast! Very fast, extremely fast.
This is the most practical move on the battlefield. Whether you are escaping or killing, you must be fast because a detour or a little hesitation may cost you your life.
The young prince could not touch the edge of his father's clothes, nor could he force him out of the circle.
From the initial complacency, to "If I work harder I can catch my father", then to "Oh, this is a bit difficult, I have to be more serious", and finally... "It's over, my chance to go to court has been ruined."
After all, they are children. Once this thought arises, their steps become disordered, their expressions become dull, and their spirits become unstable.
I want to cry! The little prince pouted, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Don't cry!" Cen Yuan shouted coldly, "Watch carefully!"
He slowed down and broke down the movements for his son to see.
The little prince understood everything and finally saw clearly his father's steps.
He started to learn seriously, but suddenly he stretched out his evil claws and attacked his father.
But he is cunning, and his father is even more cunning.
There's no way to give him a chance to survive! He's always on guard against him.
The little prince failed.
But to his surprise, his father did not blame him for the sneak attack.
He was so curious that he couldn't help but stop and ask, "Father, you don't blame your son?"
As dusk fell, the dark glow enveloped Cen Yuan in a mysterious and majestic manner. "If you were skilled enough, a sneak attack would be called resourceful, knowing how to save effort and get the greatest benefit at the lowest cost. But you are not skilled enough, and you only want a successful sneak attack. What do you call that?"
The young prince thought for a moment and answered, "It's just a trick."
Cen Yuan nodded, "Today's competition ends here. When you go back, you have to think carefully about whether you want to be a resourceful, low-key and introverted person, or an opportunistic person who shows off everywhere."
The little prince fell silent. It turned out that the same thing, the same action, could have such a big difference.
He admitted, "My son lost."
Cen Yuan nodded slightly, "I'm glad to know. Did you gain anything today?"
The little prince replied respectfully, "Yes."
"tell me the story."
The young prince thought for a moment and said, "Father wants to tell his son that there is always someone better than you, and to teach his son to be humble and not act recklessly."
At this time, it is particularly important to say what the emperor likes to hear... because the competition is over, but the reward is the last link.
He had to give it a try. As the saying goes, a lame donkey can be exchanged for a strong cavalry, and the mountains and rivers will be humbled by a roar. Maybe his father will be happy...
The father was indeed happy. "Well, that's good. You can understand this truth from it, so today's competition was not in vain. In this case..."
Here it comes! The little prince held his breath, feeling that he had his father under his control.
There was absolutely no surprise at all. The emperor said, "Although you lost, I still allow you to experience the joy of attending court for yourself."
Wow, what did I say? You have to say what Father wants to hear.
The little prince immediately bowed and saluted, "I am willing to accept the loss. Father, please don't pity me. I will try harder next time!"
Cen Yuan looked at his son's hypocritical look and responded, "Okay, let's talk about it next time."
The little prince: "..."
No! That's not what the storybook says! I'm just being modest. Your Majesty, your words are as good as gold. How can you go back on your word?
He had no choice but to force a reversal, "But if Father rewards his son in advance, he will definitely work harder in the future."
Cen Yuan almost laughed out loud, but she didn't show it on her face. She just said lightly, "That's fine."
The little prince didn't dare to play anymore, fearing that he might get out of control. "Thank you, father."
Cen Yuan smiled in an unfathomable way, "Let's go and take a bath."
The father and son, each with their own ulterior motives, had dinner together happily.
However, Cen Yuan would never have imagined that this bastard had accidentally dug a big and deep hole and buried him.
Originally everything was going well, and Emperor Yu brought the little prince to court.
The scene was extremely harmonious.
Both the father and son were eye-catching. Their appearance in the court, one big and one small, made the solemn and dignified Qingyu Palace seem radiant with light.
The young prince behaved well. He sat upright with a dignified demeanor, and when he glanced at the ministers, he had a bit of his father's style.
The ministers inexplicably developed a sense of pride that "our Liang State is going to become powerful."
After the court session, the young prince had a friendly conversation with the court officials.
Some of the questions the little prince asked were very sharp and not just childish questions. They were questions that the Taifu and his mentor, Master Song, had asked him about current affairs.
The court officials did not dare to take it lightly and answered seriously.
However, children are children, and even the most capable ones can make trouble sometimes.
The little prince accidentally revealed that he could not catch the edge of his father's clothes in a competition with his father. His original intention was that his father was very powerful, and he was not bad either.
But when the word got out, by the end, only one sentence remained, "Father is fast! He is too fast!"
After it was spread among the court officials and the backyard, it became, "Emperor Yu is too fast."
"Although Emperor Yu is strong and powerful, he is too fast..."
"Alas, how can the Queen hold back at such a young age?"
The gossip reached Shi Anxia's ears at a flower-viewing banquet.
The Queen would summon court ladies regularly every month, ostensibly to enjoy the flowers and drink tea, but in reality it was a gathering of elegant ladies in the boudoirs to monitor all officials.
At first, the officials of various prefectures knew the details of the banquet and had to dress up carefully to attend it. Later, as time went by, they found that Empress Yu Zheng was approachable and her casual conversation was refreshing.
There were no longer so many harsh and humiliating rules at the banquet, and gradually the ladies of honor always looked forward to the queen's summons every month.
This time, the ladies looked at the Queen with some pity in their eyes: Alas, Emperor Yu died too quickly, the Queen is so pitiful.