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The surrounding people all knelt down and looked at the people in the distance with reverence. In the hearts of the citizens of the Tian Yuan Kingdom, the Prince of War God was their most respected person, so they couldn't help but secretly raise their heads, wanting to see how handsome the legendary Prince of War was.

Ma Ruo Long was like a tiger, while the Iron Guard was clad in black armor, as if they had walked out of hell. Their entire body was exuding a thick murderous intent and a murderous aura.

Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath as they quietly watched King Jingyuan's carriage.

"King Jingyuan, King Jingyuan, War God, War God …"

Immediately, shouts came from all directions and echoed through the streets. Everyone respectfully kneeled down and looked at the Iron Guards and the carriage, letting out deafening, heartfelt roars.

At this moment, Yun Zi Huang couldn't help but feel her blood boil. This War God King's prestige in the Tian Yuan Kingdom was actually this high!

The cheers grew louder and louder as time passed. More and more people joined the cheering crowd.

Wind Blade raised his hand and pressed it down. Seeing the man, the crowd immediately shut their mouths and lowered their heads in awe. As these people stopped shouting, the distant shouts also gradually stopped. These people were still kneeling on the ground, quietly watching the carriage. Even if they couldn't see King Jingyuan, they still looked at him with admiration.

They didn't see the legendary War God King. They only saw the iron guards in military uniforms escorting a carriage over. The carriage stopped in front of the Martial Arts Hall.

Wind Blade jumped down from his horse and walked into the infirmary with a serious expression. "May I ask which one of you is Princess Taiping?"

Yun Zihuang was secretly amused, you can't be? Such a grand show?

Was Feng Qingxiao here to ask for a return gift?

"This is my princess."

Yun Ruoying hurriedly said. This prince had appeared at this time in public and was still acting as if he had just returned to the capital. He must have made some arrangements.

Feng Dao knelt on one knee and cupped his fist in greeting, "This lowly general, Feng Dao, greets the princess. My prince is heavily injured and is in imminent danger, I humbly request that you come to the prince's mansion to treat him."

When someone sent her a pillow while she was asleep, she immediately said righteously, "I have long heard of the great reputation of the Prince of War God. The Prince is the pillar of the nation, and saving him is like treating hundreds of thousands of people.

"This way, I thank you for your kindness. Princess, please enter."

She immediately followed Wind Blade and left. Of course, it was also the time to close up Martial Arts School. However, there were still too many people outside who saw this scene. Yun Hai brought his personal guards and followed Yun Zihuang. Outside, there were Iron Guard escorts. The group of people headed straight for the Marquis' Mansion.

When Zhao Dehai arrived with the Empress's imperial decree, he couldn't help but stay in a daze for a long time after hearing the news. If someone else had taken Princess Taiping away, he could have taken her away as soon as he caught up to her. Now that it was Prince Jingyuan who had taken the princess away, even if he had the guts, he wouldn't dare to chase after her to her mansion. What's more, the War God King was still heavily injured, and his life was in danger. As a servant, he couldn't make the decision on this matter.

"King Jingyuan actually came back at this time? "Don't be cured by Princess Taiping …"

After saying this, he looked around at his surroundings and did not dare to continue. He hurriedly returned to the palace to report.

Yun Zihuang sat beside Feng Qingxiao, looking at him lazily leaning on the soft cushion.

This soft and elastic cushion was her latest product. It could be used to quickly modify a carriage and was much more comfortable. She was prepared to produce this cushion in large quantities. Hou Mansion also had many businesses, so this cushion should be able to earn a lot of money.

"How long are you going to play dead?"

Feng Qingxiao extended his hand. "Hand it over."

"What?"

"If you don't have anything to give This King today, then give yourself to This King."

She smiled like a fox spirit. "Are you sure you can do it when the time comes?"

"You want to try?"

The two of them began to fight with their eyes again. However, they soon felt bored. This kind of fight had been repeated many times, and the outcome had always been a draw.

He reached out his hand to hook a strand of her hair and twined it around his finger. It felt very good. It was cool and smooth, and the Prince of War immediately liked this feeling.

"Let go of my hair."

"Have you decided on what to give This King?"

"Can you not think straight?"

"This King has decided. This King will have this."

A strand of hair fell from the side of her face. Feng Qingxiao held this strand of hair and was very satisfied. Since the silly girl couldn't think of anything to give him, then he could take it. He really liked this token of love. Yes, it had a faint fragrance. The taste was very good.

"You're sick."

"You have medicine?"

She suddenly laughed. This was simply a divine reply. If she wasn't sure that he was someone from this era, she would have asked, "Where did you cross over from?"

He gently placed her hair in a silk handkerchief and wrapped it up before putting it away. "Send a bonus bag to This King."

"Bag …"

In her memories, after searching through the meaning of the money bag, she fell silent. Helpless, the original owner wouldn't have done something as legendary as the red woman, and neither would she.

"Can you send me something else?"

"No."

"Fine."

She decided to buy a delicate purse and give it to the proud and picky War God King. In any case, it wouldn't cost more than a few coppers. At this moment, she was still unable to comprehend what it meant for a lady to gift a purse to a man.

In the Tian Yuan Kingdom, the woman had personally embroidered the most exquisite purse for her beloved one and her husband.

Of course, since the original owner never knew how to be a woman and never learned these things, the memories didn't leave her with any concept of a purse.

Feng Qingxiao was in a very good mood. The silly girl had agreed to give him the money, so he was not too stupid. He wanted the bag, of course, to carry around a strand of the girl's hair.

At this moment, the Prince of War also didn't realize that if it were in the past, he wouldn't even do this sort of thing. He was carrying a purse given by a woman with a strand of hair inside. This had always been the practice of the arrogant and cruel prince, of extreme disdain and disdain.

"It's time to return to the manor."

"Alright."

She was astonished at why he was so easy to talk to tonight. A certain Prince of War said leisurely, "If you want to enter the palace to treat your Big Brother Crown Prince, then go back to the palace."

"Puff …"

"Cough, cough …"

When she heard the title 'Big Brother Crown Prince', she felt bad. She actually got caught by him. How embarrassing!

He wrapped his arms around her waist and kept her in his embrace, "Are you still thinking about your brother, the crown prince? "Be more obedient to This King and obediently follow beside This King. You can only think of This King!"

She blinked. "I smell a strong sour smell. Are you jealous?"