The next morning, Zhao Wuming rubbed his hazy eyes, yawned and stood up, his eyes subconsciously looked at the head of the bed, and when he saw a neat set of guard clothes, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a smile. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info I was so sleepy yesterday that I fell asleep after returning from Seoul, and I forgot to give this outfit to Qingque. Now you should think carefully about what kind of explanation you need to use for the meeting. When he was thinking about it, he suddenly found a figure walking around in front of the door, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became a little thicker: "Is it a green sparrow?" Since it's outside the door, come in."

"It turns out that Childe has already gotten up, and Qingque still thinks you need to sleep more?" Qingque opened the door and walked towards Zhao Wuming with an embarrassed look.

Zhao Wuming shook his head and deliberately stared at Qingque's expression: "When I see you, you're telling a lie, can't you hear the sound inside the house?" You're good at everything, but you always like to blush when you tell lies."

"Everything can't be hidden from Childe's discerning eyes, and it's really not hidden that Qingque didn't sleep well all night. That's why today, I walked back and forth outside this gate early." Careful thinking was exposed, and Qingque showed a trace of embarrassment. simply didn't hide it, and told Zhao Wuming the reason 1510.

Zhao Wuming was slightly surprised, there seemed to be few things in his memory that could make Qingque so at a loss: "What the hell is it that actually made you worry about it for a night."

"Childe, didn't you ask knowingly? Have you forgotten how you promised the prince yesterday?" Qingque is in a hurry, such an important matter, why doesn't the son care at all. You must know that this is the first time that Childe has participated in such a party, and you must not be careless.

Seeing that Qingque was anxious, Zhao Wuming showed a slight smile, and his heart couldn't help but warm: "You Qingque are so concerned, how can this son forget."

Since Childe hadn't forgotten, the green finch had the audacity to ask. How can those high-ranking families get in with our coarse cloth clothes full of patches?" Qingque's face was full of sadness, this question has been torturing himself since the prince left yesterday. I thought about it all night last night, and I couldn't sleep for a long time.

Zhao Wuming didn't answer, but turned his eyes to the set of clothes at the head of the bed, and was silent with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Childe, what's the matter with the clothes on the bedside? Qingque seems to remember, Childe, you didn't go out yesterday." Qingque followed Zhao Wuming's gaze, revealing a look of surprise.

Zhao Wuming didn't speak, just shook his head lightly, and deliberately shook it in front of Qingque's eyes.

"Childe, how did you come to be in this brocade robe?" Qingque looked at Zhao Wuming nonchalantly, and his eyes widened suddenly. Only then did I realize that Zhao Wuming was different from usual.

Zhao Wuming walked over, picked up the set of clothes at the head of the bed, and handed it to Qingque: "You hurry up and put on this dress now, I'll see if it fits."

"Childe, where did we get the money? And Qingque remembers that you haven't been out since you came back yesterday. But what the hell is going on here?" Qingque took the clothes with both hands, his face full of doubt. Thinking of the constraints of life now, as well as the clothes in his hand, his brows gradually rose. Shouldn't it be a child, and someone is taking advantage of it again.

Listening to Qingque's endless questions, Zhao Wuming did not immediately explain. Just turned around, picked up the bamboo slip on the head of the bed, deliberately showed an unhappy expression, and raised his tone: "Yuyang Yun Clan, Qingque, do you still need me to explain now?"

"The villain didn't dare, and asked the son to calm his anger. Qingque went back to her room and changed her clothes." Feeling Zhao Wuming's unhappy mood, Qingque immediately reacted. No matter whether you have money or not, and no matter what you do, Childe is always Childe, and there is no doubt and no doubt.

Zhao Wuming shook his head and walked directly to the door, this person really couldn't afford to joke: "Don't be so troublesome, you change your clothes inside the house, I'll go outside to see the scenery."

"After all, this is Childe's room, and Qingque is a subordinate, so it shouldn't be appropriate." Qingque subconsciously refused, such a thing is unreasonable.

Zhao Wuming didn't reply, walked out of the door and turned around to close the door. With practical actions, tell Qingque his attitude.

Qingque sighed helplessly, and could only change clothes inside. After a while, the door was opened, and Qingque, who was wearing a guard's costume, walked out: "Childe, this dress is not big or small, just right to wear."

"Okay, very good, Qingque, you said that we are dressed like this, should we go to the Governor's Mansion?" Zhao Wuming thought of Qingque's question just now, and asked with a smile.

Qingque nodded and thought of another thing, but he felt that a huge mountain suddenly fell from the sky, and he couldn't breathe: "Childe's matter of this dress is solved, but what should I do about that banquet......."

Zhao Wuming pondered, flipped through the memories in his mind: "Are you worried about the safari?"

"Well, safaris need chariots, but we don't have chariots." Qingque became more and more anxious, and felt a little annoyed in his heart, how good it would be if the prince did not agree to the prince.

Zhao Wuming played with the bamboo slip in his hand and looked at Qingque with more interest: "Qingque, are you sure we don't have a chariot?"

"Childe? ……“。 Qingque's eyes became more and more puzzled, and he looked at the bamboo slip that Zhao Wuming was playing with, and his heart was a little sour. I didn't expect the friendship between them to reach such a point.

Zhao Wuming didn't explain, just turned around and walked into the room, carefully putting the bamboo slips in his hand. Facing the green sparrow, he smiled mysteriously: "Let's go out quickly, maybe the chariot has been waiting in front for a long time."

"Chariots? No wonder you dare to agree to the prince's invitation, it turns out that you have already made up your mind. It seems that Miss Yun Yan's friendship with her son is only as deep as the sea." As soon as he finished speaking, Qingque couldn't help but slap himself lightly in the face. It's really a pot that can't be opened, and Gongzi only learned about Miss Yun Yan's return to Yan Kingdom yesterday. When I mentioned it at this time, it wasn't touching Childe's wound again.

Thinking of Yun Yan in the depths of his memory, Zhao Wuming subconsciously felt something: "This kind of kindness, Zhao Wuming is extremely poor all his life, and it is difficult to repay it in case."

"Qingque can't speak, which makes the son sad and willing to be punished." A trace of guilt surfaced in his heart, and Qingque hurriedly asked Zhao Wuming for guilt.

Zhao Wuming shook his head, and he didn't say anything, but the speed of walking forward was a little faster.

In the woods, four horses were all fiery red, pulling a bronze chariot. Ten soldiers stood behind the chariot with solemn expressions. Red clothes, red armor, guns and swords, majestic. Sun Buer stood on top of the chariot, holding the reins of the horse with both hands, and when he saw Zhao Wuming coming, he stood on it and saluted respectfully: "Sun Buer has seen the lord, the chariot is ready, please ask the lord if he will go to Handan City immediately."

"Handan City naturally wants to go in, but we are not in a hurry at this moment. Sun Buji, did you bring what I wanted?" Zhao Wuming's eyes looked around on the chariot, as if he was looking for something.

Sun Buer bowed down, picked up a gun, a bow and a bag arrow and walked down, and respectfully handed it to Zhao Wuming: "We have already prepared the things that the lord wants."

"I actually prefer to ride a horse rather than a chariot. From today onwards, this gun will belong to you." Zhao Wuming took the things that Sun Buji had received, and handed the gun to Qingque.

Qingque looked the gun up and down in confusion, and pointed to the saber on his waist: "Childe, I already have a saber, is it a bit of a superfluous move to hold a gun now."

"If you want to take it, you can take it, otherwise how can the place on the chariot belong to you." Zhao Wuming pointed to the chariot and glanced at the spear in Qingque's hand again. showed an expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Qingque suddenly realized, a trace of joy gradually spread, and hurriedly bowed: "Qingque thanks the gift of Gongzi, I will take this spear and swear to protect Gongzi on the chariot."

"With your Qingque's words, my son will be relieved. From now on, the safety of this chariot depends on you." Zhao Wuming looked at Qingque and cast an encouraging look.

Feeling that he was recognized, a sense of pride rose in Qingque's heart, and he saluted again respectfully: "The chariot is in Qingque, and the chariot is dead, and Qingque is dead."

"Qingque, you are wrong, the chariot is in the Qingque, and the chariot is still there." Zhao Wuming put the quiver on his back and patted Qingque's shoulder heavily.

A warmth rose in his heart, and Qingque nodded heavily: "Qingque remembers the teachings of the son, and will definitely live well......."

"As long as we live, there is hope. So Qingfinch, we can't just die so easily." Zhao Wuming pulled out a sharp arrow from behind his back and opened the full moon with his bow. Staring intently at a tree in front of him, he suddenly let go, and the arrow flew directly towards the tree and thrust it heavily.

Qingque was shocked in his heart, and subconsciously echoed: "What the son said, Qingque should keep it in mind......."

"Guns were given, bows and arrows were tried. Sun Buer, it's time for us to go to the banquet, and we will have a good meeting for a while, those young talents in Handan City." Thinking of Yun Yan, thinking of his own situation, thinking of Seoul and his three brothers and the intricate entanglements in Handan City, his eyes gradually became sharper. Let's fight, let's fight, maybe when they're done, look up at the endless north. Only then will you find that a huge kingdom is descending on the world with the power of dominating the world.