"Go and go, what do you know." Tang Zhouwei was not arrogant at all and was not restrained in talking to his coachman: "The prince is a gamble, what do you know, a little man."

"Gambling? You have to go into the mountains. How many gambling workshops are there in Jiangzhou?" The coachman was puzzled.

Tang Zhou glanced at him: "You think someone is a prince, and you will be as unpromising as you, and you will be gambled every day!"

The coachman felt aggrieved: "Master, the villain didn't gamble every day. You still deducted the monthly money from last month. Where can I gamble..."

"You are blaming me!" Tang Zhou was dissatisfied.

"Master, how dare you, villain..." the coachman whispered.

"Hmph." Tang Zhou snorted, and then said proudly: "How can the prince's little thoughts be hidden from me? In the past, the prince and the prince were separated by a mountain, one was on the top of the mountain and the other was at the foot of the mountain. The prince could even kill the prince even if he shook a stone.

That's why the emperor and the queen protected the prince and promised Wang Yue's granddaughter to him."

"But over the past year, the prince has somehow been, like a reincarnation of a god, rising slowly, and he is about to catch up with the prince, especially the case of Yu Cheng'an. The emperor knew in his heart that it would definitely not be related to the prince." Tang Zhouwei became more and more satisfied with the more he spoke.

"I tell you, these can't escape your master's eyes!

Now King Pingnan is so far from the prince..." He compared with his hands: "It's just an inch!

So King Pingnan wanted to bet. This time he went there. Even if he didn't kill the bandits, the emperor would definitely think that he was considering the people and had a good reputation and loved the people.

If it is the case, if he fights a few bandits, that is even more amazing. That is what the people want, and it will be equal to the prince's half an inch.

If Sun Cong comes out to the west, he can really suppress the bandits, then in the emperor's heart, he will be taller than the prince!"

Fatty Tang said, shook his head: "So I said that the King of Pingnan is amazing. At a young age, he plots every step of the way. Even I couldn't figure it out at the beginning. It turned out that such a good way."

The coachman looked puzzled: "That's taller than the prince, isn't it the emperor?"

"What are you talking nonsense? The emperor is of course the highest, taller than the prince, which means..." Fatty Tang looked around and whispered: "It means that the emperor wants him to be the prince, that is, the prince's grandson, do you understand?"

The coachman nodded, not understanding.

"Forget it, I told you that you don't understand either. As long as you remember, your master, I will never make mistakes."

"Oh..." the coachman nodded, and then said, "Master, that monthly money from last month..."
Chapter completed!