It's amazing what a prince can do.

When Bai Gongzi told Hei San to dedicate this trick to the eldest prince, the leader of the Jiangshui Boat Gang felt that it was impossible, regardless of whether the prince dared to cut the canal or not, just casting iron chains and placing them was a huge project.

But it was all done in just one day.

That's the demons, or rather, the power of power.

Hei San bowed his head and bent over, looking respectful, only in this way could he hide his complex and strong emotions.

It's hard to say what this most powerful civilian on the river is thinking now, his heart is like a boiling eight-treasure porridge, all kinds of negative emotions rush to emerge, and then be pressed down by the same kind, as if endlessly.

This is the demon race, this is the golden bloodline, the controller of the world, he doesn't care about anything except himself. Yes, with them, it is strange that the relocation of the sea and the waste of farming for grazing do not appear.

But what does Bai Gongzi want to do?

The question is like a piece of ice that falls into a pot that calms everything that boils and then stays there, exuding an icy scent.

"This group of things has been separated," Motohei smiled like a beast, "without bothering, I can clean up these few younger brothers who don't know how to respect their elder brothers." ”

"You're good. ”

This is the third time in a short period of time that the eldest prince has praised Hei San, who bowed his head deeply, looking completely arrogant.

"Sixth, fifth......"

The eldest prince didn't think there was anything wrong with Heisan's humility, he counted his brothers to his own heart, trying to pick out a really interesting opponent from the middle.

"The sixth look at that woman's face is too weird, or kill that woman first......"

Yuan Hei pondered, not noticing Hei San's subtle trembling.

"But forget it, it's too much trouble. The eldest prince ended his hesitation with an astonishing speed, and he put his hand on Hei San's shoulder, "Fifth prince, where is it? You have a clipper in your hand, take me there." ”

"Yes!"

"By the way," Yuan Hei walked and asked casually, "Where is the one named Bai Gongzi?"

......

Goshawk is the person with the highest status in the officialdom among the hundred schools except for Confucian disciples.

The knowledge of Legalism includes a lot of official ways, basically including all aspects that human beings can think of, for example, the goshawk has been praised by the emperor by the current name - Wu Guozhong, and it has the fat difference of the household.

Because of this, the relationship between the goshawk and the crown prince is very close, and in the eyes of other princes, he is a visible fly, and now that the prince is deposed, he is really not doing well.

This is the reason why he did not stay with Divine Monarch Xiang Wu to delay the Six Princes, but continued to move forward with Bai Gongzi.

However, after arriving at the destination, looking at this ordinary northern village, Goshawk couldn't understand what Bai Gongzi was coming to do.

"Where are we going?"

"There was a widow at the east end of the village, and her husband had been dead for a year, because the yard was a little far from the village, and there were some rumors. ”

Goshawk looked at the pure and immaculate girl in front of him, completely unaware of what she was talking about.

"She has no children, and in a few days someone passing by will take a fancy to her, but her husband's people are still there, and maybe he wants her to be widowed for the rest of his life. ”

This kind of thing is all over the world, the villagers of Yuanjia Village are all clansmen, and several elders are in charge of all things in the village, they value honor and honor, and it is common for widows not to remarry.

Goshawk just didn't understand why Bai Gongzi had to come here.

"Take that widow and leave, and go to Mirror Lake Villa. ”

"What about you?"

"I'm going to visit the Yuan Gong Ancestral Hall. ”

Yuan Gong Yuan Anzi Longping, is the only surviving peasant disciple hundreds of years ago, because of the cultivation of unprecedented rice seeds, helped the world through the famine, countless living people, the world set up a shrine of 3,000, after death became a god, known as Yuan Gong.

Goshawk didn't expect that there would be a remnant of the Yuan Gong Ancestral Hall in this village.

"And after that?"

"You'll know what to do. ”

This sentence was clueless, Goshawk thought about it, but didn't say anything, nodded, and left.

......

The sixth prince looked at the blacksmith shop in front of him, and the expression on his face was very subtle.

Shen Zheng and Xiang Wu Shenjun could see that he was trying his best to hide his excitement and wanted to make himself look angry, but it was obvious that the demon clan was not good at this, and anyone could see that the expression on the face of the sixth prince was holding back a smile.

Before coming here, no one thought it was too difficult to cast iron cables, but now, no one thinks it's a problem.

After all, this is enough arsenal to supply an entire army with weapons and armor.

This is one of the blacksmith workshops that supply weapons and armor to the Zhili garrison of the demon clan, with a well-preserved Mojia system, huge scale and amazing efficiency, when it is at full capacity, it is really easy to cast a dozen iron cables in one day.

Of course, it was not permissible for the arsenal to cast the iron cables that cut the canal.

"Do you know that the court raised you, didn't let you do this kind of thing?"

Yuan Qing sat by the huge furnace, the red light of molten iron illuminating his face, and the shadows dividing the ravines, making that strange expression even more indistinguishable.

"But ......"

"Huh?"

The gaze of the six princes swept over the craftsman kneeling on the ground, and a meaningful word was squeezed out from the depths of his nose.

The steward of the workshop did not dare to speak, and kept kowtowing on the ground.

"Who gave you the guts?"

"The eldest prince, the eldest prince asked me to do it! I don't dare! I don't dare!"

Yuan Qing finally couldn't help laughing, but in the ears of others, this laughter was very angry.

"He told you to die, and you did. ”

The sixth prince stretched out his hand and grabbed the steward's shoulder, dragging him to the furnace.

Molten iron flowed in the trough, and hot air poured in the face.

"I'll let you jump now, will you go?"

The steward was so sobbing that he couldn't say a word.

Yuan Qing let go of his hand.

"You don't understand what you're doing. The sixth prince stood in the heat wave, his whole person was distorted in the air, his voice seemed to come from a far away, but it was close to his ears, "If you don't jump, then wait for the Nine Clans." ”

The steward suddenly stopped trembling, and he raised his head, let out a beastly howl, and rushed towards the molten iron.

He literally jumped and fell headlong towards the source of the heat wave.

Then before he could hit the molten iron, Yuan Qing kicked the steward out with a kick.

He didn't die.

The middle-aged man lay on the ground like a puddle of mud, trying to get up, but he never managed to.

"I'm willing to do anything......