My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 1: One hundred and eighty-fifth

Chapter 185 1.185 Distribution of Qinghe

In the east palace of the king city, the small study room of the side hall, the morning sun falls on the book table in front of the window.

Prince Mo was standing in the room, wearing aqua-colored uniform, combing a handful of usi under the white jade crown, holding a memorial and reading it for a while, then threw it on the ground.

Xiao Xizi crawled over there silently, took the memorial to her arms, and placed it on the book case along with the several books that had been thrown away by the master before.

"I do nothing all day, I don’t know the people’s livelihood is suffering. Look at this Liu Renhu, you have to worry about the lonely body. I don’t know the so-called daring, and repeatedly slandered the king to give it to the lonely concubine!" Mo Lin picked up the brush and went directly to Liu Renhu. A big cross is drawn on the zigzag!

"Not approved!"

The return wind is like a pillar, standing beside the prince, his eyebrows are not moving, but the corners of his mouth twitch.

"There are one two, three, four, and five! The ministers who are worried about the loneliness, all follow Liu Renhu! Ha ha, very good." Mo Lin drew on several books in succession. After the fork, he threw a bunch of things to the managing **** who was sweating coldly.

"What did you say just now." The prince turned around, with a trace of sternness in his phoenix eyes, and looked at the guard standing by the door.

The guard felt cold all over for no apparent reason, and he hurriedly said respectfully, "Go to the North Camp of Qinghe Town, where the corpse puppets are killed. They are currently besieged in the town, waiting for rescue."

"It's just right! Liu Renhu and the others have nothing to do. Let them go with the army to Qinghe Town to kill the corpse puppets."

Shenma?

The chief **** who was standing by, nearly fell to the ground with the zipper in his hand. Oh, my chin almost fell to the ground...

Xiao Xizi picked up the zhezi on the ground, trot all the way to the prince, and reminded him in a low voice, "His Royal Highness, then Liu Renhu is a servant from the Ministry of Rites, a civilian..."

"What's the matter with the civil service. Now the corpse puppets are in chaos everywhere, he is a man of seven feet, even women, children and children are fighting, why can't he fight?"

So, half an hour later, Liu Renhu, the left servant of the Ministry of Rites, together with the residences of five other adults, received an order from the prince to supervise the six people to join the army to Qinghe Town to participate in rescue work...

Nima feels that the sky is falling down!

The Liu family cried and cried, hugging Master Liu's thigh.

Master Liu wanted to cry more than anyone else. Ever since the King of Throwing Hands left his will and went to Hongshan, Master Liu felt that he was not good.

The eyelids have been jumping for some reason these days.

Sure enough, it should be an omen today!

Master Liu wanted to cry without tears, holding his wife and children, the family cried with a headache, and finally a few Nanying guards felt that Master Liu and they were too tired, so they pulled the old man away. One by one, Mrs. Liu was put on the horse~IndoMTL.com~ The guards followed the Prince's order and found the mansions of the adults one by one, regardless of how the people were making trouble, one by one they all **** on the horse.

After sending the adults out of the capital with the army, someone returned to the East Palace to report.

The prince was silent for a while after hearing the words, and said, "I remember, this small town of Qinghe seems not far from Xijiu City."

"I want the current news of Xijiu City."

"Yes." Returning to the wind, he took his command and left quickly.

The prince was a little unintentional. He sat at the desk and held the pen for a long time without moving.

It took a long time before I asked, "Gong Changan."

"The old slave is here." The **** in charge responded in a cold sweat, only to feel that the prince's voice was extremely cold, as if he was in a bad mood.

"How many memorabilia is left by the king?"

(End of this chapter)