The God-Level Prodigal Son of the Tang Dynasty

Wei Zheng knew that this boy Zhao Chen did it on purpose.

When you hear yourself being humiliated, shouldn't a normal person stop?

Make amends to yourself again.

This is normal practice!

This kid Zhao Chen’s brain circuit is different from other people’s, right?

How humiliated?

Talk to him?

If I hadn't been so intimidating, I would have beaten you little bastard to death long ago. ??

Wei Zheng said he was very angry.

He kicked Zhao Chen away and collapsed on the recliner.

"Boy Zhao, although I want to beat you to death, I have to say that your business methods are still good."

"This bun has only appeared for one day, but today it is being discussed by civil and military officials throughout the court."

"And the takeaway service is even more talked about by officials."

"You can be said to have created a new industry. Now many restaurants have followed your example and launched takeout services." Wei Zheng was lying on the recliner with a sigh.

If it weren't for Zhao Chen, who would have thought that one day people would be able to sit at home and wait for meals delivered by restaurants.

What's more, the people of Chang'an also have another way to make a living.

Even his face in the court today was ridiculed by the emperor.

Wei Zheng was also happy in his heart.

"Boy Zhao, you said that I have lost all my dignity by helping you with publicity. You must not be nice to me in the future." Wei Zheng said lazily.

Lying here basking in the sun is much more comfortable than arguing with people in the court.

Wei Zheng now understood why Zhao Chen was so reluctant to go to the court.

It's so comfortable and you can make money while lying down. Who would think of running to the court and being blocked?

Zhao Chen didn't believe Wei Zheng's lies.

But this time I took advantage of him.

"How about I treat you to some steamed buns..."

"What, a few buns?

Just send me away. Is my dignity worth a few buns? "Wei Zheng was very angry.

How many buns is it worth to have the dignity of admonishing a doctor in a dignified manner?

How can there be such a thing in the world?

"Old Wei, it's like this. You've lost your face and you can't get it back. I think it's better to eat a few steamed buns to cushion your stomach than to get nothing at all."

"What do you think?" Zhao Chen smiled, as if he was thinking about you.

…

The third day of March is a good day for people to go on an outing.

The girls in the boudoir rarely go out far, but today, they will go out together to play in the countryside.

But for the princes and nobles, the annual spring hunt is what they care about most.

This morning, at Jingyao Gate in Beicheng, endless carriages, horses, and bustling crowds gathered here.

They are all the nobles of the court, as well as the children of nobles, waiting here for the arrival of the emperor and queen.

Zhao Chen stood among the crowd riding a pony.

The foal is no longer the original pony. After a year of growth, it has grown taller and stronger than all other horses.

The bloody hair on his body is extremely conspicuous among the horses.

Cheng Yaojin rode a black horse, which was also the best among horses.

But Wu Zhui just didn't dare to lean against Han Xue, which made it inconvenient for Cheng Yaojin to talk to Zhao Chen.

"Zhao Da, you little red is growing up too fast. Look at my mount, it looks like a donkey." Cheng Chumo said to Zhao Chen in a sour tone.

No, in front of the tall and strong Khan, his mount looks small and short.

There's really nothing wrong with saying it's a donkey.

"Your mount is a donkey, so won't mine become a mule?" Qin Huaiyu

Behind him, he said something faintly.

The two of them looked back and saw that the horse under Qin Huaiyu was not small and thin.

At first glance, he looks like a mule!

"Haha, Qin San, where did you get this?" Cheng Chumo couldn't hold it back, pointed at Qin Huaiyu's mount, and laughed.

Qin Huaiyu's face turned dark at that time.

When he came, he thought about riding another horse, but before he could go out, the horse had diarrhea.

Qin Huaiyu would not choose this horse if he had the option, right? .??.??

I just laughed at myself and let it go, but Cheng Er, the bastard, still laughed so loudly.

It attracted a lot of people to look over.

Qin Huaiyu couldn't hold back and whipped Cheng Chumo's horse on the buttocks.

Originally, once the whip was applied, the horse would have to rush out no matter what.

But who would have known that Zhao Chen's sweaty horse snorted, and Cheng Chumo's horse knelt down instead of charging forward.

Cheng Chumo jumped and went straight down the horse's neck.

Cheng Chumo made everyone stupid.

"Haha, Lao Cheng, what's wrong with you? What new way to dismount?" Fang Yizhi burst into laughter.

"I have learned a lot. I really learned a lot this time."

"Lao Cheng, you can teach us this method later."

"Yes, we all want to learn!"

Everyone in the academy burst into laughter, and Cheng Chumo's face turned blue.

This horse is so unsatisfactory, isn't it? The sweat and blood was just a snort, and you were so scared that you fell to your knees?

Shame on you!

Shame on you!

Cheng Yaojin was standing aside, and his expression wasn't any better than Cheng Chumo's.

He glanced at Zhao Chen's sweat and blood, and said to Qin Qiong beside him, "Uncle Bao, let's change places. I'll talk to Yuchi Laohei."

Qin Qiong couldn't tell what Cheng Yaojin was thinking, but she firmly shook her head

He nodded and said, "Zhijie, please stand for a while. I also want to talk to Yuchi Laohei."

Cheng Yaojin curled his lips and pushed Wu Zui under him to move back.

The rest of the people also secretly stayed away from Zhao Chen's sweat and blood.

After all, they may not have as good a dismounting method as Cheng Chumo.

After a while, a space of two or three meters became available around Zhao Chen.

The imperial chariots of the emperor and empress arrived soon after.

Lao Li saw Zhao Chen riding a sweaty horse at the first glance.

Compared with that horse, the nine horses tied to his chariot are only larger in number.

Otherwise, it will look shabby.

"Your Majesty, Zhao Chen is particularly conspicuous in the crowd, have you noticed it?" Empress Changsun saw Zhao Chen standing out from the crowd at a glance, and happily said to the emperor.

How can the emperor not see it?

He now wanted to go up and grab Zhao Chen's sweat and blood and tie it to the front of his chariot.

"Let Zhao Chen follow you. I have something to say to him." The emperor said to the eunuch next to him.

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid this is inappropriate." The eunuch quickly told the emperor.

"What's wrong?" The emperor frowned.

"Your Majesty, the horse sweating and bleeding under Mr. Zhao's body was so intense that Mr. Cheng's horse just knelt down. I was afraid..." The eunuch no longer dared to say anything.

If the sweat was too close, it would startle the horse pulling the chariot.

Go crazy.

He even said that he knelt down directly, so the emperor was probably not going to kill them all.

Lao Litou's face turned dark at that time.

He couldn't understand what the eunuch meant.

Well, as an emperor, the horse he rides is actually not as good as Zhao Chen's.

Is this justified?

Looking back, I found Queen Changsun next to her covering her mouth and snickering.

He immediately said angrily, "Let that kid get to the back of the line."