My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker

Chapter 810: 2.246 Stand Up

"My sister, Zheng Liugong has been around for half an hour since he was injured. He has nothing at all, indicating that you will be fine."

Compared with the decisive princess who acted decisively, Wenning Ningjing was more like a little girl who had not grown up. The judgement of IQ wrist is a long way from the concubine.

The problem is that Wenren Ningjing is three or four years older than the crown prince, but she is so naive, hey!

The second son Dou sighed helplessly, raised his hand and patted people's quiet shoulders, and handed her a small box of ointment. "Sister, take the ointment, and you will know that nothing will happen later. . "

Wen Ren took the medicine in conviction, doubtfully, and nodded softly with tears.

Wu Xiaoen grinned at that end and just thanked him.

I saw the imperial concubine throwing a blindfold at Zheng Liugong, "You are a fool." Qiaomu angrily threw a medicine bottle and threw it into Zheng Liu's hands. "Others have to deal with you. Know resistance? "

"Thank you for your help," Zheng Liu said with a sullen expression.

He did not resist, but it was silly to watch the princess for a while.

Okay, weird feeling!

Zheng Xiaoliu, who is usually not very happy with the many contacts with women, for the first time felt that when the princess concubine favored by her eyes, called him "little six son" affectionately, it was so logical.

Silly kid! Prince Mo approached his Qiao Qiao in a bad mood and pulled up her little hand.

This kid is weird, controlled by his connections, but he doesn't know when this kid knew Qiao Qiao.

Prince Mo took a look at Zheng Xiaoliu, and then dragged his Qiao Qiao to the tower.

At this time, the arbor, attention has been put on the crowd of corpses screaming constantly outside the tower.

One day and one night, the unscrupulous Wucheng master ran over to the young couple with sweat, "His Royal Highness, what should we do now? Our sage master is almost exhausted. If this stalemate continues, the artillery will not be fast enough used."

"Concentrate all the active masters, and ask masters with a rank of five or more." Arbor glanced at the master of the city lightly.

"Don't worry." Mo Lian raised her hand and patted the master of the city, "Andinghou has brought someone here, and the people from Hui Tuan are probably coming. We just need to hold on for a while, before they come, We have to defend. "

Wu Yongyi immediately overjoyed, wiped an old sweat and nodded frequently, "Okay, okay! The subordinate immediately went to summon mysterious masters above five levels."

"It's not good for the city owner, the gate was smashed through a hole, and a corpse jumped in from the outside ..."

"What else are you talking about? Hurry up and put on your armor to protect yourself! Let the forging divisions quickly gather under the tower!" The master of the city was sweating anxiously, and rushed down the tower with people.

Qiaomu saw that he had no time to summon the master, and then he took a few steps forward, his voice was very calm, "The master who is above the fifth grade, who can still climb, gives me up, come to me to gather!"

The people lying on the edge of the city wall, half of them panting, holding their swords and carrying their swords, crawled slowly from where they stayed, and stood up stupidly.

There are only a few hundred or less masters who can climb up to the fifth level.

(End of this chapter)