Chapter 25: Zhao Zhen stood up!

Tokyo, Imperial Palace,

in the back garden, under the sunny sky,

the Great Song's only "punching bag" was sitting in a chair, holding his waist.

"Your Majesty, does the Imperial Kitchen need to prepare some tonic for you?"

Leaning in to speak, the inner eunuch beside him lowered his head.

"No need, I'll just rest for a while!"

Raising his hand to refuse the inner eunuch, Zhao Zhen didn't know whether he should enjoy or be forced to accept all of this.

Ever since Imperial Consort Pang changed into a pair of leg stockings called "black silk" two days ago, everything had become different.

Even as the Great Song's "punching bag," Zhao Zhen had his dignity, which was that he absolutely could not say he wasn't up to the task!

But he hadn't expected Imperial Consort Pang's methods to become more and more numerous. Besides black silk, she even wore light gauze in the room.

That vaguely visible figure was simply something Zhao Zhen couldn't resist!

Just like that, in a mere two days, the already weak Zhao Zhen could only support his waist to attend court.

Facing the "scolding" of officials like Bao Zheng, he could only say he had twisted his waist.

But his face was so pale—if it were any man, who wouldn't know?

"Your Majesty, I heard Young Master Pang has entered the palace again!"

Leaning in beside Zhao Zhen, the inner eunuch whispered this news.

"What? Pang Yu has entered the palace again?"

Widening his eyes, Zhao Zhen's face became even paler after hearing this.

Because it was precisely from the time Pang Yu first entered the palace that Imperial Consort Pang had changed.

If this happened a few more times, could he, Zhao Zhen, really hold up?

Thinking of this, Zhao Zhen quickly turned around: "Notify the Imperial Kitchen to add tonics for me recently!"

"Your Majesty, it is said that Heaven on Earth has a kind of medicine that can help with excitement. Do you need me to go take a look?"

Looking at Zhao Zhen, the inner eunuch asked.

"Heaven on Earth? This name, where have I heard it before?"

Asking the inner eunuch, Zhao Zhen assumed a comfortable position.

"The items brought by Young Master Pang are all from Heaven on Earth. And they have a slight misunderstanding with the Fan Tower!"

Looking at Zhao Zhen, the inner eunuch smiled and explained.

And gazing at the inner eunuch beside him, Zhao Zhen could not help but tease: "Oh, tell me, what is the misunderstanding!"

"The Fan Tower saw Heaven on Earth open not far away and was worried about losing business, so they sent someone to steal the Treasure-Spitting Golden Toad..."

After the inner eunuch finished speaking with a face full of mockery, Zhao Zhen could not help but laugh loudly: "Hahaha, the Fan Tower's manager is also a wonderful person! How did Heaven on Earth respond?"

"Heaven on Earth set up two catapults on the roof, aimed directly at the Fan Tower. I estimate that the two are still fighting a feng shui battle!"

Explaining to Zhao Zhen, the inner eunuch laughed.

"Who opened that Heaven on Earth?"

After listening to the inner eunuch's words, Zhao Zhen became interested in Heaven on Earth.

"Your Majesty, Heaven on Earth was opened by the Prince Consort, Zhang Cheng, who is about to marry Princess Yingxing in five days!"

Leaning in beside Zhao Zhen, the inner eunuch laughed.

"Oh, so he is my brother-in-law!"

After listening to the inner eunuch's words, Zhao Zhen stood up: "The weather is nice today, why don't we go out for a stroll in plain clothes?"

"As Your Majesty pleases!"

Standing beside Zhao Zhen, the inner eunuch smiled.

Censor and Vice Prefect of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices Mansion,

Zhang Cheng looked at Zhang Erhe in disbelief: "No, what did you say? The one I'm marrying is Princess Yingxing?"

"That's right. Why are you so excited, kid? Don't tell me it's just like the rumors say, that you fell for her at first sight! Then you'll have to pay me silver!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng with a face full of smiles, Zhang Erhe could not help but tease.

"Who, who is ruining my reputation!"

Roaring in anger, Zhang Cheng could not help but roar.

Suddenly hearing Zhang Cheng's roar, Wang Erya, who was passing by, quickly turned and left.

Because this matter seemed to be something she had chatted about with the sisters in the pleasure house, and then it had evolved into this!

"Hey, what are you talking about, kid? Isn't this a good thing? Lovers finally getting married!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Zhang Erhe laughed.

"It's one thing to make me your adopted son, and marrying the princess is no problem either, but the problem is, the princess's husband was killed by me!"

Looking at Zhang Erhe in shock, Zhang Cheng didn't know how to complain anymore.

Originally, he had thought that like the Prince of Dali, he would sing "A Cut of Plum" on the wedding day.

But he hadn't expected that instead of becoming a cheap son-in-law, he had become Zhao Zhen's brother-in-law!

Was Princess Yingxing pretty? Of course, she was not bad!

But what was the problem? Chen Shimei's grave grass hadn't even grown yet!

If one night Princess Yingxing thought of Chen Shimei, would he, Zhang Mou, still be alive? Whether he could see the next day's sun was a question!

"Add money, I'm telling you, this matter must have more money!"

Looking at Zhang Erhe earnestly, Zhang Cheng became serious.

Because marrying a princess before was at most uncomfortable for a while, but now it was different—it was uncomfortable for a lifetime!

"What, you're crazy, kid, you still want to add money? Do you think I'm printing Jiaozi?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in shock, Zhang Erhe hadn't expected that just before the wedding, he would actually raise the price on himself.

"Either add money, or we'll see each other at the vegetable market!"

Looking at Zhang Erhe before him, Zhang Cheng stared at him.

"Sigh, what a big deal, why make a scene at the vegetable market? How much do you want? Give me a number, godfather will scrape it together for you!"

When Zhang Erhe heard the three words "vegetable market," he immediately became amiable.

"At least one hundred thousand taels. I can't touch the princess, but I need at least five concubines. Bianliang housing prices are high; you can't expect me to raise them in the Princess Mansion. Food, drink, and lodging—which one doesn't need silver..."

Just as Zhang Cheng was counting on his fingers, he suddenly froze on the spot.

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Zhang Erhe frowned: "What's wrong with you?"

"One hundred thousand taels doesn't seem to be enough..."

Looking at Zhang Erhe awkwardly, Zhang Cheng's mouth twitched.

"Five hundred thousand taels, that's settled. One more penny, and we'll see each other at the vegetable market!"

Hearing Zhang Cheng say this, Zhang Erhe could not help but gasp, because this bastard still wanted to raise the price; it was simply too much.

Fortunately, he had earned quite a bit of private money over the years; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to become this imperial relative!

Heaven on Earth,

like a graceful young master, Zhao Zhen was looking at everything before him with blurred eyes.

Because this place was truly too luxurious, even more brilliant than his imperial palace!

Just as Zhao Zhen was enjoying the dance that was as startling as a swan, the inner eunuch beside him had already lit a cigarette.

Looking at the inner eunuch's cigarette, Zhao Zhen asked: "What is this?"

"Your Majesty, this is a cigarette, it's refreshing!"

Handing over a cigarette, the inner eunuch laughed.

Although he was a eunuch, no one had ever said that eunuchs couldn't visit Heaven on Earth!

"Phew!"

Exhaling smoke from his mouth, Zhao Zhen's eyes shone: "This thing is quite interesting!"

"Your Majesty, there's also this here!"

Pointing at a small board of blue beans, the inner eunuch whispered into his ear.

"Oh, is this thing so magical?"

Looking at the inner eunuch in surprise, Zhao Zhen's eyes were already shining.

But just after enjoying the dance, Zhao Zhen intended to go back and try it. However, the moment he stepped out the door, he froze on the spot.

"Whoosh!"

Walking with his head down and quick steps, Zhao Zhen was afraid of being discovered.

And watching Zhao Zhen flash past, Bao Zheng held a cigarette in his hand and said: "Strange, why do I feel like I saw His Majesty?"

"His Majesty? That's impossible, right?"

Standing beside Bao Zheng, the Eighth Prince bit a cigarette, his face full of confusion.

But just after the two finished speaking, a woman stepped forward. Enjoying the service, Bao Zheng and the Eighth Prince threw this matter to the back of their minds. After all, how could His Majesty be here? Wouldn't he be afraid of being criticized?

Zhao Zhen: .