The best Daming golden turtle son-in-law

Chapter 166
"Princess, you are cleared."

Yang Ling looked at Zhu Yao wearing a pleated skirt with clear gauze and tufted flowers specially in order to meet him. The design of the dress seemed to be unique and unique, and the whiteness of the edge of the jade rabbit seemed to be faintly revealed in the hollowed-out clothes, and she couldn't help thinking How can he, who has always been greedy for money and lustful, bear it?

The obsession in this look was caught by Zhu Yao. Although Yang Ling had always given the princess the impression of being lustful, she would be reserved from time to time, how could it be like now?This made the Princess feel ashamed and annoyed. Just as she was about to have an attack, Yang Ling became quick-witted and said, "You're thin." This was simply a good way to save his life.

"Really?"

The princess was touched to the gate of life, and after hearing this, she turned around in a circle, her arrogant half-long hair fluttering gently, her pretty straight nose, and her handsome and sassy eyebrows exuded the freshness and arrogance of a military camp. Ling couldn't help being idiot again, and answered another wrong sentence of the princess:
"The clothes are thin..."

"I..." The princess understood and turned around, so she drew her sword to chop Yang Ling!

After playing wildly for a long time, the two people ignored the surprised eyes of the attendants and looked at the eight screens of Jinxiu Jiangshan that were cut off next to them, and the kicked ones turned into more than eight large Hongwu celadon vases. The table has become more than six and a half, and the two Jinshen chairs will definitely not be used in the future. Let's light the fire, it's a bit of a waste.

"Pfft!"

The two of them had enough quarreling and panted for a long time. They looked at each other and laughed. Since they met, they have been happy friends, and then they have been reserved for a long time. Today, there is no distance between fighting and fighting. " grabbed Yang Ling's neck, and said arrogantly:

"You bad guy Yang, tell me, why did you bring me to Handan? Why didn't you let our team take part in any action? You know the role of our Women's Rangers. Do you have a crush on another girl? Are you reluctant to use them for fear of danger?"

"Princess, can you think of me more noblely?"

"Well, I've always wanted to discuss it with you. In fact, besides serving as maids to spy on information, I think I can let them fight on the battlefield and act as real spies. Isn't that right? Seeing that King Ning's rebellion is getting more and more powerful The more rampant it is, I think the time is ripe to consider releasing our minions."

"Sun Tzu's Art of War says, how many kinds of spies are there? There are life, death, and rebellion. I want to know how successful you are, princess, if you don't become a maid as a military spy?"

"Although you can rest assured that my subordinates are absolutely loyal. I have studied this tactic for many years. I have thoroughly studied the eight generations of these girls' ancestors. All their ideas are under my control. This plan, It can be called the 'Osprey Project'. I heard that one of the most powerful generals under King Ning, his surname is Xiao. He was originally the commander of a thousand-household military battalion in a certain place. .”

"Okay. He is leading the caravan in my Central Plains, with a ranger of thousands of people, right?"

"That's right, Mr. Yang, you are very concerned about these matters. It seems that you have come prepared, but you are actually begging me for these military affairs, right?"

"Princess, I actually miss you very much, and want to chat with you more..."

"Don't you miss your princess Hanyu sister?"

"She..." Speaking of this topic, Yang Ling frowned again, her face as ugly as eating bitter gourd, "How should I say, I admit that I am a little sorry for you, I have been unable to let her go, but I am worthy I don't like her, but I think you are pretty good, I..."

"Okay!" The princess was very angry, and when she came over, she wrapped her chest around Yang Ling's forehead, embraced her arms, and a strange fragrance rushed into Yang Ling's nostrils. She was comforting him, "I just like you. Pursue this advantage, I support you in chasing the princess! But I also believe that one day you will fall in love with me..."

"I... the princess... this..." Yang Ling was very surprised. He felt that he was strange because of this contradiction. The more he said he liked the princess, the more the princess liked him!Listen to what she said "Chasing the princess and I support you"?

And "I will fall in love with me one day", Yang Ling really wanted to say, "Why don't you try it on the top"?If it weren't for that sword being too sharp, Yang Ling would have said nothing.After bidding farewell to the princess, Yang Ling returned to the residence of the yamen, and after returning, she was busy again.

There are many things on his side, but the most important thing is to hear people report that there are always some suspicious characters dangling around at the porridge scene.

"Let's go, let's go and see the excitement." Yang Ling brought a few bodyguards and thugs with excellent martial arts skills, accompanied by Ma Binghuang and Hong Niangzi.When I arrived at the porridge shed, I saw that the scene was too magnificent. What I could see at a glance was the little prince sitting there tall. The scene below was so exciting for the prince. How many people were crying and shouting because they were eating life-saving porridge. Hail the one who calls.

The so-called long live is a kind of belief and a kind of joy that I live and pass down for a lifetime.

The porridge field is too lively.

"Don't grab, don't grab! Everyone has a share!"

Liu Jin took the lead, and several young eunuchs also joined the porridge distribution scene to maintain order, calling on the officials to tell them not to be lazy.

Opening a porridge market is a kind of charitable act of doing good and accumulating virtue for a wealthy family. People don’t care about porridge in normal times, but when there is no food to eat, it is really a good thing that can save lives. Qingshan is not afraid of lack of firewood.

Inside the Guandi Temple in the east of the city, there are hundreds of huge hot pots, steaming inside, and the corn flour porridge that has just boiled is gurgling and emitting aroma.

Outside the gate of Guandi Temple, in the big courtyard and even on the Daguan Road at the gate, there are more than hundreds of tables neatly arranged. People who eat and drink porridge lined up in a large group, their faces full of hope for survival. Joy.

Although the people stood in front of the big table without a bench, they were happy enough. The porridge served tasted a little rough, and whether it was delicious or not, it would definitely satisfy their hunger. , matching each other is simply a perfect match among the perfect matches, but there are also corn at noon and night, so it seems a little monotonous.However, something to eat is better than nothing to eat.

The meal at noon is steamed corn bread with cornmeal, but this time it was made dry.Occasionally, some steamed buns and other prizes will be placed, but they will all be snatched up by the hungry victims and refugees.

Don't underestimate this porridge and one meal. Just this activity alone has rescued thousands of victims and refugees. How many people are short of this porridge, and they are about to starve to death, alive!
After people survived, the object of praise was undoubtedly the prince.Don't forget the well diggers, let alone the prince who saved their lives, the son of the emperor who gave them a reason to survive?

And it is not an exaggeration to say that all of this is Yang Ling's credit, but Yang Ling is not proud of it.

For credit, Yang Ling didn't want to covet it at all, this is because...

Suddenly one after another black shadows flashed around, the people led by Yang Ling, as well as the innate masters around the little prince, all felt vigilant in their hearts, and the sounds of "Cang Lang", "Cang Lang", "Cang Lang" and "Cang Lang" continued Dragons and tigers roared endlessly, cold light came out of the box one by one, and swords were pulled out. They were all real weapons that had eaten blood and killed people. They frightened the common people who were eating porridge. Chaos and carnage!

Who dares to offend the prestige of the musketeers, and regard the musketeers who are "immortals can't escape" as nothing?

Back then, what about Sima Fei, a martial arts master who had reached the peak of his sword realm. He could block one or two gunshots with his sword, but he couldn't stop several consecutive shots.

Martial arts masters are also in vain.

But there are really brave ones, Yang Ling just doesn't understand, where does the confidence they rely on, or the confidence that they are not afraid come from?
(End of this chapter)