Talk About Love, Go Away!

      There are nine hemorrhoids in ten men, and the incidence rate is extremely high.

    Now Zhao Mingxuan has also joined this "big force", and other "seniors" have expressed their sincere sympathy for Zhao Mingxuan, who even has problems walking. In just a few days, Zhao Mingxuan has received several The medicine bottle smeared in that place has also been used in detail.

    Good things don't go out, bad things spread thousands of miles, almost everyone who has met Zhao Mingxuan knows that Zhao Mingxuan has also become a good young man with a big "hemorrhoid".

    Zhao Mingxuan's hand trembled slightly while holding the porridge: "...Thank you."

    After drinking the porridge for so many days, Zhao Mingxuan lost a lot of weight. Sitting in the seat, he sucked the spicy fish fillet in the bowl of his colleague next to him, and drank it expressionlessly. The porridge in front of me is all like eating meat.

      Heaven is full of Sichuan cuisine with a strong flavor, with a domineering fragrance that penetrates into the nose.

    Under the temptation of food, artisans who would have forgotten to eat when they were busy have learned to eat at a certain time without having to invite anyone.

    You can imagine how tormented Zhao Mingxuan, who was facing delicious food but couldn't eat it.

    Tie Hanhan's colleague, who was eating delicious and spicy food next to him, didn't notice the resentment radiating from Zhao Mingxuan at all. Seeing Zhao Mingxuan drinking porridge, he said strangely, "Brother Zhao, why are you still... Oh, I almost forgot, you are unwell, you can bear it, I have experience, it will be fine after a while, this fish is really fragrant."

    As he spoke, he picked up the meat from the boiled fish fillet and put it on top of the rice, then stuffed it into his mouth with the rice, showing a contented smile, and Zhao Mingxuan's tears came out of his mouth on the spot. flow out.

    This trick does little harm, but it is extremely insulting. It deeply hurts Zhao Mingxuan's heart, who has been drinking porridge for a few days and has an empty stomach.

    Zhao Mingxuan, who was recovering from his injuries and had no strength, squeezed out a smile, "It's delicious, you just 'eat slowly'."

    Damn, when my Zhao army invades the forest, I will kill you first.

    Zhao Mingxuan thought about it, and bit the wooden spoon in his hand fiercely, "Hi!"

    "Brother Zhao, why is your mouth bleeding?"

     "There's a lot of blood, Brother Zhao, didn't you bite your tongue?"

    …

    The old injury has not healed, and the new injury has been added. Zhao Mingxuan is an old and unfortunate.

    Since seeing that the fire line can cause huge damage, Zhao Mingxuan has left a deep impression. If Lin Guo really makes a team equipped with fire line, this will be them Zhao's biggest stumbling block.

    "Is there such a fetish, can take a person's life in a wooden warehouse?"

    After reading Zhao Mingxuan's letter, Zhao Huang picked up this seemingly unremarkable drawing, and pondered for a moment, "Come on, go and invite your uncle to come here, I have an important business to discuss."

    …

      send out.

    The letter was sent, but 521 began to worry: "Master, what if the emperor of Zhao country doesn't take our place?"

    521 But I saw Lin Zhenzhen play with the fire system drawings, especially the cost of the bullets that had been improved by the owner, just stuck in the bottom line of Zhao Guo, if Zhao Guo mass produced these bullets , almost emptying nearly half of the national treasury.

    The people of Zhao country are not that stupid.

    "This is a sacred artifact that Ben Gong brought back from the fairyland, and the materials used are naturally expensive," Lin Zhenzhen reviewed the memorial for a long time, took a half-time break, closed her eyes and rested, "If you think it is expensive , Zhao State may not create it."

    521: "…"

    It's like putting a table full of people in front of a gluttonous eater. Even if you know the price is expensive, you can't help but try it.

    Thinking about this, 521's heart was put down again, and he rubbed his hands excitedly, waiting for the show.

    In the end, it didn't take a few days for the good show to appear, but Lin Zhenzhen encountered danger first.

    Lin Zhenzhen also finds it troublesome, generally does not bring too many guards, and there are not so many things that do not have eyes .

    For this trip, Lin Zhenzhen took a half-day leave in advance, and took advantage of the middle of the road to catch up with the strategy arranged by her husband. At this moment, the carriage stopped.

    Lin Zhenzhen held the hand of the writing brush for a while, then glanced at Jasmine, Jasmine lifted the curtain and stuck out her head, "What happened?"

    "Back to Miss Jasmine, it's an injured old man and his grandson standing in the middle of the road."

    It turned out that the driver who was driving saw a pair of grandparents lying down in the middle of the road, and the carriage stopped before it could pass.

    The old grandfather did not know where the injury was, he was vomiting blood, and the grandson who looked no more than eight years old saw the carriage coming and wanted to help his grandfather up, but he was small, why He couldn't help himself, and he made himself ashamed.

    Jasmine looked into this scene and asked a guard next to her to help and send the injured old man to the city to see a doctor, which was considered a good deed.

      "

    The injured "old man" who lowered his head and hummed from his nose suddenly raised his hand, and the white powder covered his head all smashed on the guard's face, the guard screamed, and he didn't have time to react. He was punched in the soft abdomen by the "grandson" next to him, vomited a mouthful of sour water, bowed his body, and temporarily lost his combat effectiveness.

    "Assassin, protect the princess!"

    "Fire the flare!"

    I don't know when, from the bushes next to the road, several masked men in black rushed out, and the guards guarding Lin Zhenzhen hurriedly drew their knives to deal with this group of sudden Assassin came out.

    There was chaos outside, Lin Zhenzhen calmly put the brush away, "Jasmine, go and help them."

    "Yes."

    Jasmine nodded after putting off the flare, drew a soft sword from her waist, and rushed out.

    In the carriage, Lin Zhenzhen picked up the half-written strategy theory, ready to wait for the ink on it to dry a little and not stick to other places before putting it away.

      The defense of Lin Zhenzhen was temporarily unable to break out of the encirclement, and the two sides suddenly stalemate.

      East flow.

    At this moment, the assassin who was an old man, at the cost of his arm being cut by the guard, jumped forward and raised his hands, repeating the old trick, and it was another trick that blocked his sight. powder.

    "Be careful!"

    Jasmine and the others quickly covered their eyes with their sleeves.

    The dwarf dressed as a chaotic child took the opportunity to approach the carriage, holding a crescent-shaped peculiar dagger, stomped hard under his feet, and rushed in.

    "Hahaha, the lives of your princesses, our brothers have to decide!"

    Seeing the dwarf assassin getting into the carriage, several assassins outside showed smug smiles and said arrogantly, "Your masters were all killed by us, you guys are not ready to be captured!"

    Jasmine and the others gave them a sympathetic look.

    Stimulated by Jasmine's eyes, the second leader in the lead, that is, the assassin who mixed with the old man, was not happy, "What kind of eyes do you have..."

    "Ah!"

    Before he finished speaking, a small figure with blood spurting from its mouth was thrown out and hit the ground, followed by a fiery red figure coming out of the carriage.

    Lin Zhenzhen held the blood-stained dagger in one hand and the remaining half of the policy paper in the other hand, stepped on the dwarf assassin who was trying to get up, grinning : "Who sent you here?"

    The dwarf assassin was stomped on the heart by Lin Zhenzhen's foot, blood was spitting out like he didn't want money, his eyes were slightly bulging, his face was blushing, and then his head was tilted, I don't know if it was Dead is alive.

    "Boss!"

    Seeing the appearance of the boss, the rest of the assassins glared furiously and rushed over with their weapons.

    Faced with these ferocious assassins, Lin Zhenzhen shook the peculiarly shaped crescent-shaped dagger in her hand, and swept away the sticky blood beads, which came just right.

    Jasmine glanced at the paper in Lin Zhenzhen's hand, looked at the group of assassins sympathetically, turned her head silently, and mourned for a minute of silence in her heart for the group of assassins who had provoked His Highness.

    …

    "No, Her Royal Highness has been assassinated!"

    Hearing this news, if it weren't for the border of the forest country, Zhao Mingxuan almost didn't laugh on the spot, resisting his own laughter, lowered his head and adjusted his expression with his hands, raised his head After synchronizing with the others, he showed a worried look, "Is Your Highness alright?"

    The person who came to pass the message shook his head, "I don't know, after seeing the flare, the guards all came to support, His Highness will definitely be fine."

    Zhao Mingxuan and the others waited anxiously in Cun Sitang. Not long after, news came from the front that His Highness was safe and that the assassins had all been executed.

    Zhao Mingxuan didn't expect these assassins to be so ineffective, this Princess Zhaoyang is also very fateful, he cursed a few times in his heart, with the thought that if he was injured, he would also go to see the fun, Zhao Mingxuan With a worried look on the surface, he went to the door with the rest to welcome Princess Zhaoyang back.

    Unfortunately, Zhao Mingxuan was disappointed, the assassin was carried back at the last breath, Lin Zhenzhen was still unscathed, and nothing happened.

    Lin Zhenzhen got off the carriage and threw the dagger she had used up a few mouths to Steward Peng, because she lost half of the strategy, thinking that she would have to stay up late to write again, Lin Zhenzhen His face became even more ugly.

    As she walked, she wiped the blood in her hands with a handkerchief, "Go and check, the origin of this dagger."

    "Yes."

    Lin Zhenzhen was surrounded and entered the manor, Zhao Mingxuan was standing at the periphery of the crowd, for some reason, seeing Lin Zhenzhen just holding the dagger, his waist was a little painful, as if he had been stabbed through In the abdomen, not the assassin, but him.

    Soon, Zhao Mingxuan sneered again and shook his head, thinking that his idea was too ridiculous, how could it be possible.

    However, the way Princess Zhaoyang just looked like a flower with thorns really made him feel very itchy.

    Only such a woman, when conquered, is delicious and interesting.

    Thinking like this, Zhao Mingxuan showed a wretched smile with a bit of meaning.

    "Brother Zhao, why are you still standing there, the master is calling us."

    "Oh, coming soon."

    Zhao Mingxuan smiled, pouted his injured butt, and turned back.