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"How powerful are firebombs? Isn't it possible to open mountains and fill the sea? " The city Lord Yang's eyes are hot. He wants to catch the princess and ask how this thing is made.

One man and one horse came to him. The cold air from the cold armor made city Lord Huo Ran turn his head and found that it was the black armour guard who led the cutting and the sword. It seemed that he also had a high status in this team.

The other side only joked: "the Lord of the city thinks it's wonderful. These bills of lading are just a little explosive. If you want to open a mountain to fill the sea, I'm afraid you have to carry a fire bomb from a mountain."

Yang Feng felt that the voice was a little familiar, but he didn't know who it was. He asked, "why is this pit..."

"Oh, this pit is not dug out by the enemy. As long as we blow it up, it will fall into the ground."

Yang Feng patted his head, "ha ha I'm stupid. I dare to ask if the hero is... "

The black guard took off his helmet and showed a very young face. Yang Feng pointed to him and exclaimed, "you are Zhao Sanlang? "

Zhao Sanlang, the Lord of Yang City can't help but know the legitimate son of the Town magistrate, although it was once.

"Zhao Xian, captain of the second team of the humble black armour guard, met the Lord Yang!" Zhao made a bow with a smile.

"Ha ha I didn't expect to see you as a romantic young man in those days, but now you have achieved so much City Lord Yang looked at the other side's copper skin, which was totally different from the Milky boy in his memory. He did not know how much he had suffered in recent years.

The children of aristocratic families have more advantages than others. How many aristocratic sons have nothing to do all their lives, take on some official position, and are immersed in the love of children and girls. Only a few of them will shine brilliantly, and they will be ranked as three princes and nine Qing ministers in the future.

Yang Feng thought that Zhao Sanlang would be the former. He did not expect to see his transformation. He did not know whether the Duke of Zhenguo had ever regretted abandoning their mother and son.

So beautiful, who will dislike?

A burst of drums came from the tower. Yang Feng and Zhao Sanlang looked for the sound at the same time. Between them, the unique flag of the tower waved several times in the air. Zhao took his helmet and arched his hand to Yang Feng and said, "I should go now. I'll see you later."

"This..." Yang Feng did not have time to express his missing feelings. The other side had already galloped away and quickly integrated into a dark cloud a hundred meters away. In the blink of an eye, the black armour guards left the city.

It's really coming and going in a hurry.

If it was not too real to win the war, Yang Feng would have thought he was dreaming. He looked back at the high tower, and his admiration for the prince's highness reached a new level.

Prince Zhao slowly walked down the tower, followed by Hu Jinpeng and Wang Dingjun. The rest of the bodyguards came back. Hu Jinpeng took the token and went with heijiawei all the way. Just now he ran over while the gate was open, which was a mission.

Prince Zhao ordered: "let them find a hidden place nearby to repair for a few days. If there is a wound to heal, the next target is Chuzhou City!"

Wang Dingjun wants to go, but Hu Jinpeng is still a step faster, "subordinates take orders."

He tried his best to wink at Hu Jinpeng, but the other side just didn't accept it. He followed the prince Zhao down the tower.

Looking at the prince's Royal Highness walking towards the direction of Yurong street, Wang Dingjun quickly grasped Hu Jinpeng and said with a smile, "Your Highness, this is to meet the princess. Let's not follow."

Hearing this reason, Hu Jinpeng didn't mean to disturb the reunion of the couple. He shrugged his shoulders and stopped. The rest of the guards still followed.

"Brother Hu, you are not kind. Do you have to contend with your brother for such a thankless job?" Wang Dingjun's mouth was very angry. He also wanted to meet the black armor guard. He just saw it from a distance, but he didn't observe it closely.

Prince Zhao of this secret army trained specially for five years. In the five years, nearly half of the soldiers were eliminated. Some of them could not survive, some died in training, and finally these black armour guards came into being.

It can be described as the elite of the elite.

Hu Jinpeng grinned, "my brother loves to talk and laugh. How can you do this kind of errand work? You are the master of a city, and you are busy with business!"

Wang Dingjun, the city Lord, has not been with him for two days since he took office. Fortunately, there is a kind of subordinates who are still doing what they used to do. As for the potential threats, Wang Dingjun has not paid attention to them since he inherited this position.

You know, this city Lord's position really lost, also can't fall to those uncles and brothers, the prince's highness can promise?

They fight with each other for a while, but Wang Dingjun is reluctant to leave. He asks Hu Jinpeng to greet some old friends for him.

The war in front of him stopped, but Yurong street was still busy. When Prince Zhao walked into the street, he didn't even have a place to go.

There are not enough rooms. Some wounded soldiers can only sit on the ground in the street. Fortunately, these are not seriously injured. Xiang an leads a group of volunteers to give medicine while diagnosing, which is very efficient.

Seeing the prince Zhao coming, Xiang an hesitated to kneel down to greet him, but the other side passed him by without even leaving a look in his eyes."Auntie, am I a killer?" Xiang an pointed to his face and asked an aunt behind him.

Xiang'an is also the son of an official family. Although his father is only a masterpiece, he is the most famous one in the Southern Jin Dynasty. He grew up with rich clothes and food. His skin is white and his facial features are well matched. In the eyes of ordinary people, he is already a noble man.

"Young master, you are so funny. You can get a lot of pocket handkerchiefs in the street on weekdays, just like you do?"

Xiang an looked back, it seems that there is no such thing. Yecheng is full of beautiful young men, among which Xiang an is nothing.

He immediately lost confidence in his appearance and underestimated it: "no wonder your highness didn't see me. It turned out that I was too humble. Ah."

Xiang an complains and complains about himself. He has never thought that his appearance is more outstanding than Tang Yue. However, no matter where Tang Yue appears, Prince Zhao will surely be able to see him at the first sight, which has nothing to do with his appearance.

He was about to give up these confused ideas when Prince Zhao came back and asked him, "where is your master?"

It turned out that Prince Zhao had just entered the house and didn't find Tang Yue, so he came back to ask someone.

Xiang an pointed to the No. 3 clinic without expression. "Where's the master? I just sent a wounded soldier. It's said that the injury is too serious, so the master moved to the No. 3 clinic."

Prince Zhao nodded and turned to the third room.

Xiang an called after him, "ah Teacher, teacher, master. He's busy. "

"What do you exchange for me?" Prince Zhao looked back at him.

"Teacher, mother..." Is there anything wrong? Xiang an looks at Prince Zhao suspiciously.

Although the man in front of him is obviously a man, his master is also a man. What's the name of the master's family?

Prince Zhao gave him the correct answer, "remember, call Shigong later!"

Oh, I see. Xiang an suddenly realized!

When Prince Zhao left, the aunts and aunts behind Xiang an began to gossip and asked, "who is that?"

"Isn't your Master Doctor Tang? Why is he the teacher's guild? " Is Shigong the husband or the father of Shigong? A group of illiterates were torn in their hearts.

Xiang an shrugged and consciously did not reveal the identity of Prince Zhao, "this can not tell you."

Prince Zhao waited for a long time outside the door to see Tang Yue come out tired. When he saw him, his eyes lit up and said, "is it over?"

Prince Zhao frowned and poured a cup of hot water to him, "how long have you been busy?"

Tang Yue said with a bitter smile: "I don't remember, but it's a pity that I didn't get it back." The wounded soldier had 13 stab wounds all over his body just now. The most serious one was close to his heart and stopped breathing during the treatment.

He put on a cloak for Tang Yue and said, "Your Highness, Lang Jun has been busy for a whole day and a night. He doesn't even dare to drink water. You still..."

Before he finished his words, Prince Zhao carried Tang Yue on his shoulder and said in a deep voice, "go back and have a rest."

"Hello, Prince, let me down!" Li Zhao! Let me down Tang Yue is struggling. What should he do if he pretends to be dead? How many people are watching along the way.

"Don't move! Otherwise, don't blame the lonely, give you the color to see

Tang Yue wanted to retort and go back, but he didn't look at the right place. He was afraid that he would do something indecent in public. He could only close his mouth and eyes. When the audience was surrounded by air.