Zhihua saluted and looked at the squire of the military department: "What about our prince?" ”

"The prince went to buy folk snacks for Miss Su." Pan Xianlang replied.

Pan Xianlang, the young son of the Pan family in Kyoto, the eldest young man in the high school, received a soft gold and jade character in the post, but he is one of Gu Zhixing's senior fans, and every time he is willing to be a "wife coaxing prop" in front of Wenyuan Pavilion, he never says a word.

Zhihua's temples jumped, didn't he say that he would have a meeting with military aircraft? I used to be able to pretend to go through the motions, but now I'm so blatantly in a hurry to go out to buy snacks?

"Pan Shilang, you have already married Miss Rufeng, right?" The master was unreliable one or two, and Zhihua faced Pan Shilang, who was only left with the task of standing guard, so he had nothing to say.

Pan Xianlang glanced at Zhihua: "Xiao'er just got his first birthday." ”

Zhihua was taken aback, Pan Xianlang, a noble man of this generation, did not fancy the female elder of the beggar gang, at that time, Pan's father and Pan's mother wanted to commit suicide every day, and resolutely did not let the beggar gang daughter-in-law enter the door, and the female elder also looked down on Pan Xianlang, every day with this young and promising waiter with an extraordinary background to practice beating the dog stick, beating Pan Shilang every day, the whole capital knew that no one even in the gambling house in the capital could open a game that Pan Shilang and the female elder could do, and everyone thought that they could not be together.

After a while, the Pan family even had a second child?

Even the marriage of Pan Shilang, who was considered impossible by the whole people, was booming, while the regent palace, who everyone thought was omnipotent, was miserable and miserable.

"How many weddings is this the prince?" In order to alleviate the embarrassment, Pan Shilang forcibly continued the topic.

"It's the fifth time." Picturesque answer.

"I hope that this time, the prince can grow old together." Pan Shilang continued.

"Growing old together? If you don't blow up the Regent's Palace, thank God for never having a peaceful day. "Knowing how to paint is tired.

However, the following sentence was immediately followed: "Ahh!!h ”

Then Zhihua felt that the entire Wenyuan Pavilion was crooked?

Crooked? How can it be? The entire Wenyuan Pavilion is supported by Wujin columns, and the entire Wenyuan Pavilion has been smashed, and it is impossible to be crooked!

Zhihua and Pan Shilang immediately rushed away, and they couldn't believe the scene in front of them: the Wujin column was dissolved into a hole, Su Mian ran far enough, and the white and chubby figure was holding a bunch of ancient books, and all the unique books were not left behind.

Seeing Zhihua and Pan Shilang coming in, Su Mian trembled and explained:

"Rust and aluminum powder can be mixed into thermite according to a certain ratio, its temperature is high, but it is not enough to melt gold, so this black gold column may be ......" Su Mian poked out a small black face: "It may be a fake, why do the emperors of your big country also use fakes......"

"You don't care if it's a fake or not, this is a holy relic given by the emperor, a scratch was made by someone with a heart, and it was also a contempt for the imperial power!" Zhihua is really going crazy: "If you don't kill our prince, you won't stop!" ”

"I'm ......" Su Mian's brain is stupid, but she was born in the royal family, and she knows that imperial power is the most murderous blade that drinks blood and does not spit out bones: "I just see that this Wenyuan Pavilion has good aluminum powder, and I also tried that ratio for the first time, I didn't know it had such a great power......"

She didn't dare to look at Zhihua's eyes when she held a large stack of books, so she didn't see Zhihua's eyes widen: "Miss Su! ”

As soon as Su Mian looked up, she saw the entire Ugin Pillar squeaking towards her!

"Run!" Zhihua roared.

Su Mian also wanted to run, but her actual action was to hold a large pile of books - No!

Zhihua really had the heart to kill her.