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The five-day deadline was given by crown prince Zhao, because after five days, he and Tang Yue will get married.

The prince's house has been decorated. From the inside to the outside, it exudes this strong joy. The bright red everywhere decorates the original solemn and solemn mansion.

Similar to the prince's house, there was the prince's mansion, which was decorated in a hurry. Looking at the mansion alone, he was very happy, and his face was full of anxiety and anxiety.

"Haven't you found the princess yet?" The princess of the county is a servant who sits in her room in full dress and kneels on her knees.

"Back to the princess, the whole mansion has been searched, but the princess has not been found."

"Are you sure she didn't go out?" Seeing that the time of getting on the sedan chair was coming, but the bride was missing, which really upset a group of people.

"During this period of time, the house was very well guarded. The princess, let alone the gate, never came out."

"Can she still fly with her wings?" The princess was about to get angry when she saw the old princess come in. She was a little hunchback and looked ugly.

She was just about to tell him that it was, so she heard the old princess say, "Tangxi has been found. You can go down first and wait for the princess to get on the sedan chair for a while."

A group of servants were overjoyed and kowtowed out of the door.

County princess looked at her husband sadly, "I would rather not find her."

"Don't worry, it will be OK," he said

The princess thought that she didn't want to talk to her again.

But as soon as she took a step, she was stopped by the old sheriff, "don't go, lest Tangxi see you more sad."

"But this may be the last one..." The county princess said, unable to help but shed tears.

"No, no matter how far you marry, you can come back." The old princess said with a positive look.

Just when he thought everything had been arranged, the sound of firecrackers and joy filled the whole palace. A sedan chair stopped at the gate of the palace, followed by envoys of Nansha state and court guards.

A graceful woman in a red suit was carried out with her head low on someone's shoulder and her hands hanging over her chest.

"The bride gets on the sedan chair..."

With several suppressed cries, the bride was crammed into the sedan chair and walked around Yecheng with the sound of gongs and drums.

After waiting for the sedan chair and the procession to greet him, Wang Dingjun left the crowd, with several ordinary looking men in gray short clothes behind him.

When he returned to the prince's house, he went to the study to report: "Your Highness, it's done."

"Well, hard work." Prince Zhao moved his wrist, collected all the official documents and got up, "go, go to school and practice."

Wang Dingjun has been sent to stare at a woman these days, which is a very easy job. However, looking at the princess Tangxi who is crying all day long is also a kind of discount. It really needs to vent.

Two people went to the school field together, just close to hear a burst of crying wolf howl.

"Come on Let go What a pain... "

Wang Dingjun eyebrows a pick, this voice he is too familiar with, just don't understand this time why he appears here.

"Hello, let go. Did you hear me Asshole, who let you in Pull it out It's killing me... "

Wang Dingjun glanced at Prince Zhao, and found that the other side's expression had not changed, and his step was only a little pause, then he continued to move forward.

The corners of his mouth involuntarily hooked up and stepped forward. He wanted to see who had the courage to move his apprentice in the prince's house.

One of his hands was on the ground, and one of his hands was on the ground.

"What are you doing?" Wang Dingjun roared and denounced: "you are too bold. Zhongyong marquis is your Royal Highness's guest. How can you be presumptuous?"

The three men were startled and jumped up from the ground. Zhang Chun covered his ears and looked over. He saw that Wang Dingjun was happy and ran towards him.

"Wang, please help me to have a look. I have a bug in my ear. They haven't been able to get it for a long time. It's very hard."

Wang Dingjun's face eased a little and coughed, reminding him: "Your Highness should not be presumptuous here. Don't you greet him first?"

Zhang Chun made a cursory courtesy and asked Prince Zhao, "Your Highness, can I borrow your escort?"

Prince Zhao nodded his head, left them two to enter the school yard, chose a long gun to practice alone.

Zhang Chun sat on the ground and watched him practice his gun. Wang Dingjun squatted aside to show him his ears.

When the crown prince announced a paragraph, he immediately clapped his hands and praised: "Your Highness is good at skill!" It's really not so powerful. It's really enviable for teenagers to practice Kung Fu like this.

Many of the TV dramas he has participated in are martial arts films, including some scenes of climbing on the eaves and climbing the wall. However, he knows that those are fake, and some fighting scenes are also combined by the camera, without any sense of shock.But Prince Zhao's shooting skill is real kung fu. Although it is not as exaggerated as that in martial arts novels, the power of that move is amazing enough.

Wang Dingjun stood up and clapped his hands. Then he took off his coat and went to the stage.

Zhang Chun found that his ears were no longer uncomfortable. He didn't know when Wang Dingjun got the bug out.

When he saw that Wang Dingjun also took a gun, they started to fight. He thought that Wang Dingjun would not win even if he was more powerful. He would probably make the illusion that he would continue to lose. However, he did not expect that the two men were evenly matched and did not win or lose for half a day.

Zhang Chun curled his mouth and thought to himself: usually, he would only let me squat on horseback, so good Kung Fu is not willing to teach me, it must be taking the opportunity to revenge!

After fighting for half an hour, Prince Zhao won by a weak margin. Both of them were sweating and their clothes were wet with sweat, showing a beautiful curve.

Prince Zhao is young, and his figure is not fully developed, but Wang Dingjun is already an adult. His standard inverted triangle figure makes Zhang Chun envious.

Zhang Chun swallows his saliva. As a pure zero, he has an instinctive impulse to a man with a good figure, just as a straight man sees a woman with a big chest, a thin waist and a big buttocks.

He patted the dust on his body, carried two bowls of water, and flattered Prince Zhao for a long time, then took the opportunity to sue Wang Dingjun.

"Your Highness doesn't know. For such a long time, guard Wang only asked me to squat. Besides squatting or squatting, my legs are almost becoming puppet legs. Can you help me change a master?"

Prince Zhao put on his coat, drank a bowl of water, and said without salt and salt: "Gu began to practice martial arts at the age of three, and squatted for half a year. After half a year, if Wang's bodyguard has not taught you a single move, it's not too late for him to replace you."

“……” Zhang Chun is stupid. Half a year is so long! Grass, don't you two work together to kill me?

In the Marquis of Liyang, Tang Yue followed his father to see a group of people. They all wanted to follow him to the prince's house, which is the so-called companion.

In addition to those bodyguards who followed him before, Marquis of queryang also selected more than a dozen slaves, which were hundreds of people.

Cooking, sewing, carpenter, blacksmith, and even flowers and grass growers. After seeing these people, Tang Yue thought: how long will it take to recognize such a large group of people!

"This is Mr. xuanjing, whom my father mentioned to you. Let him follow you in the future, so as to have a person who can give advice and discuss matters." He said, pointing to a handsome young man.

Tang Yue blinked his eyes. He always thought that Mr. xuanjing was an old man with gray hair. After all, his name was so mysterious that he looked very old. He didn't expect to be a handsome man in his twenties.

However, the people who can be often talked about by his father must have real skills. Tang Yue didn't mean to look down on each other. He said politely, "please take care of him in the future."

At this time, Tang Yue thought that he would hear such words as "how polite Lang Jun is, it's a villain's honor to get the favor of marquis". Unexpectedly, the other party glanced at him faintly, pulled his head and wandered silently.

“……” Is there any way to communicate well?

The Marquis of oak Yang was not surprised. He winked at his son and said, "Sir, you are busy on weekdays. Don't disturb him if you have nothing important to do."

Tang Yue's mouth a smoke, want to ask: in the end who is the boss?

There is such an aide. He really suspects that he will only raise an idle person in the future, and he will have to endure all kinds of stinks!

Is it time to return the goods now?