In Hua'an City, Jing Zetian, Zhao Su and Yang Zhanfei rode horses and walked on the streets where people came and went. After discussing with Bai Xiaobai just now and finalizing the plan, he directly led people out of the princess's mansion.

Bai Xiaobai needs to take his people to Mi County in Zheng County for a field trip in the past two days, and by the way, he will arrange the ambush site, and when the time comes, he must fight quickly and not leave clues.

The people of Dahua are busy with their own work as usual. National affairs are too far away for them to rise to the top of the people, and only the policies promulgated by the court are what they care about.

"Your Highness, then let's separate here, I'm going back to arrange it quickly." When he arrived in Hua'an City, when he was about to arrive at Jixiangfang, Zhao Su said loudly.

Now Zhao Su is doing this with his heart, not only to train himself and find excitement, but from the perspective of the nation, he feels that he is doing the right thing.

"Okay, then you go, be careful, don't be discovered, when the time comes, I will be upset if you are implicated." Jing Zetian clenched his fists and said.

"It's okay, I, Zhao Su, am not so careful, it is my own choice to promise His Highness, don't say that it is implicated or not, okay, I'll go." After Zhao Su finished speaking, he waved goodbye to Jing Zetian and Yang Zhanfei, and left.

"Yang Zhanfei, do you have anything to do today?" After Zhao Su left, Jing Zetian asked Yang Zhanfei beside him.

"Oh, it's nothing, it's been too much for the past two days, and my parents haven't forced me to go to school, so it's nothing."

"Well, that's just right, walk around with me."

"Yes, Your Highness."

After Yang Zhanfei agreed, Jing Zetian said to the forbidden army behind him: "You go back to the palace, I don't need you to follow in Hua'an City." ”

"Whoa!" Mo Feng, the captain of the team protecting Jing Zetian's forbidden army, responded. Then he led the forbidden army towards the palace.

"Yang Zhanfei, do you know where there is a Taoist temple in Hua'an City?" Jing Zetian asked.

"Taoism? I know this, there is a Taoist temple in Hua'an City, and there are many Taoist temples in the Jingshi outside Hua'an City, but the Taoist temple in Hua'an City is the top in my country. Yang Zhanfei replied.

When Jing Zetian heard Yang Zhanfei's words, he was overjoyed, the more top-notch the Taoist temple, the more he was able to make the black powder he wanted.

Through the history of previous lives, we know that gunpowder in Chinese history was inadvertently practiced by Taoist priests when they were refining pills.

At first, I didn't take it seriously, knowing that the Tang Dynasty only had a complete gunpowder formula, but at that time it was used for fireworks and firecrackers, and it was not used in the military.

Jing Zetian knew the recipe of black powder through Duan You's help, but this thing asked him to buy something to match by himself, he really didn't dare, if he blew himself up, it would be a big loss, and sulfur is not easy to see in ordinary places, and it should be in the Taoist temple.

After comprehensive consideration, Jing Zetian decided to go to the top Taoist temple in Hua'an to find an opportunity to make black powder.

"Okay, let's go now, you lead the way." Jing Zetian said to Yang Zhanfei.

Yang Zhanfei wondered what the six princes were doing at the Taoist temple at the critical moment? Is it to worship the gods and pray for the success of the robbery? The more Yang Zhanfei thought about it, the more he felt that this was the reason.

Under the leadership of Yang Zhanfei, they rushed towards the Taoist temple.

The Taoist temple is located on Qingmang Mountain in the city of Hua'an, on the edge of the city. The mountain is not high, but in Hua'an City, which is full of buildings, it is a rare place with green mountains and green waters.

There are still a few places in Hua'an City like Qingmang Mountain, and whenever the weather is good, there will be many literati in Hua'an City, young ladies, and people from rich families who come to the mountain for an outing.

Some will find a Taoist temple or temple to worship.

The more you go to the vicinity of Qingmang Mountain, the more people on the road become, because there is only one road up the mountain, so these people gather at the foot of the mountain from all directions and go to the top of the mountain.

Many people came on sedan chairs and horses, and when they reached the foot of the mountain, they all hiked up the mountain.

Jing Zetian and Zhao Su were no exception, there was a special place at the foot of the mountain to take care of the horses, and the two of them did not bring servants, so they could only be entrusted to the people who did this business.

The vertical height of Qingmang Mountain is about 800 meters, which is not very tall. There is a repaired road to the mountain, and there are many wild roads that are artificially trodden, unless people who are familiar with the environment here can walk, most people take the big road.

The bluestone brick ground is paved on the road, the flat place is paved with a flat bottom, and the place with a large height difference is directly paved with steps, the invention of masonry and stone, in the history of the development of human roads, is a very strong stroke, Qin bricks and Han tiles, China's infrastructure industry, since ancient times, is not inferior to any country.

At noon, the sun is shining in the sky, winter has long passed, and now is the time of bright spring.

On the way to the top of the mountain, every other distance, there are pavilions built for visitors to rest, around the pavilions, many local people, built thatched sheds, selling tea and cakes, with the arrival of noon, the increase of tourists, their business is also very good. Relying on the mountains to eat the mountains, relying on the water to eat the water, that's all.

"Yang Dazhuang, huh~ How long will it take for us to arrive." Climbing all the way up from the foot of the mountain, Jing Zetian's young body was also a little panting.

However, Yang Zhanfei may be a genetic factor, his face is not red, his heart is not beating, his breath is not panting, and his steps are steady.

"Your Highness, it's almost there. About two quarters of an hour. Yang Zhanfei thought for a while and said.

"By the way, not far ahead, there is a pavilion, the last pavilion on the mountain, and the terrain is relatively flat on that part, so we can go there and rest." Yang Zhanfei added.

"Okay, let's go there and rest for a while, this mountain is not too high, but this road is a little long." Jing Zetian said helplessly.

Originally, he thought that it was such a high mountain, and he would casually go up and down. I didn't expect the ancients to build roads like to go around, and the mountain roads that are very close in a straight line are turned in the middle. Originally, one or two pavilions were enough, but along the way, Jing Zetian probably counted them, and he was stunned to repair seven or eight. There are food and drink shops selling next to each gazebo, and business is still very good.

Probably thinking that he could rest his feet soon, Jing Zetian's pace couldn't help but speed up a little, and in a quarter of an hour, he arrived at the pavilion that Yang Zhanfei said.

There are more stalls next to this pavilion than at the bottom of the mountain, and there are also more tourists.

The resting people are generally dressed in gorgeous clothes, and the jewels and jade on their bodies are extremely luxurious, these are the upper class people, ordinary people rarely go out, and even if they go out, they rarely have extra consumption.

The pavilion was full of people, Jing Zetian and Yang Zhanfei could only find a stall to sit down, and asked for a bowl of tea, a bowl of tea cost ten yuan, Jing Zetian understood why he built so many pavilions, it was really profitable.