Xia Yuanji, Xia Shangshu Fuzhong.

Zhu Chen did not live in Zhu's mansion, but went to the armory to make weapons, so not only the prince could not see him, but even Xia Shangshu could not see him.

The commercial tax reform is still being carried out in an orderly manner, and there are some problems, and if Zhu Chen can't see him, Xia Yuanji can only deal with it himself.

Of course, in Xia Mansion, in addition to Xia Yuanji, there is more than one who misses him.

Xia Yujue's boudoir.

There are a wide variety of books, including famous classics and romance books.

The gentle atmosphere of this body is brewed here.

Xia Yujue's slender fingers, pinching the brush, gently recorded it in a booklet.

"Brother Zhu went to the armory, this is the sixth day I haven't seen him......"

There is also the fifth, fourth, and third days ahead.

How long has it been since I have seen Zhu Chen, Xia Yujue will write it down in the booklet and count the days.

After noting that this was the sixth day, Xia Yujue put down the pen, dressed in bright white, with her head in her hands, looking at the scenery outside the window, and muttered: "I haven't seen him for six days, I already miss it, and when he goes to the border, I don't know when he will return." ”

She wanted to visit the armory.

But she doesn't know in what capacity.

pursing her gentle little lips, Xia Yujue continued to read, as quiet as a fairy.

She is so beautiful, so beautiful that she is not stained with the slightest sludge, and any greedy gaze is a blasphemy against her.

……

Compared with Xia Yujue, who can only sit at home and miss, Hu Shanxiang's treatment is much better.

It's just that.

She went to the armory every day to teach, and she was so tired that her legs and feet were numb.

However, her father surprisingly didn't scold her, and only said a few good words.

Perhaps, it is to contribute to the country, right?

Of course, although tired, it is extremely beneficial, because Hu Shanxiang's status has improved in front of Zhu Chen.

was too tired, so Hu Shanxiang called twice: "Apprentice, I want to drink tea for the teacher." ”

In order to accommodate her, Zhu Chen also went to pour tea for her in person.

She also wanted the famous Zhu to rub her legs, but she was a woman, how could she let a man rub her legs for her, so she could only dispel this idea.

However, the well-known Zhu case, the happiness of her before and after the saddle must be something that Xia Yujue can't experience.

Hu Shanxiang was tired, so he sat down to rest for a while, sometimes shouting to pour tea, sometimes asking Zhu Chen to run errands and go outside to buy snacks.

In the last few days, she has been exhausted.

In order to help Zhu Chen, the little girl did her best.

Looking at her tired appearance, Zhu Chen is not hard-hearted, so he is naturally willing to buy snacks for her.

Bringing the dim sum to her, Zhu Chen smiled and said, "Miss Hu, the dim sum is here." ”

Hu Shanxiang raised his head and frowned with some dissatisfaction: "It's all said, I'm your master, and I want to call my master." ”

Zhu Chen was helpless: "Master." ”

It's really a shame to think that such a little girl is a master, but there is no way, you have to learn other people's skills.

"Good boy." Hu Shanxiang smiled in a blink of an eye.

Reaching out to take the snack, he ate it in a small way, but it was also elegant, not like ordinary people gobbling up.

Under her purple skirt, she sat there, and she could faintly see her bumpy figure, exuding a fascinating atmosphere.

Her figure is the best.

Willow waist, thin eyebrows, long legs, concave and convex, everywhere is just right.

But Hu Shanxiang is the only one who always confidently fencs with others, but he fails again and again......

She is very happy to be able to help Zhu Tu'er.

As soon as he finished eating the snack, at this moment, the old man escorted a hundred Mongolian prisoners of war.

These 100 Mongol prisoners of war entered the armory one after another.

The armory was built very large, and there was a huge school yard in front of it, so even if they came in, it would be very spacious.

Hu Shanxiang had never seen the Mongolian soldiers, she heard the sound of horses' hooves behind her, and when she was puzzled, she turned her head to look.

Just this look frightened the young cardamom lady.

The Mongol soldier was on a horse, more than two meters tall, wearing Mongol armor, revealing only a pair of eyes.

That look was terrifyingly sharp.

Especially when he looked at her in the distance, he showed a greedy gaze, and there was a bloodthirsty terror all over him.

People living in Jiangnan rarely see Mongolian soldiers.

But when I really saw it, it was extremely shocking.

Hu Shanxiang felt that his heart was trembling, and the hundred Mongolian soldiers entered the field one after another, and the murderous aura suddenly swept all directions!

Hu Shanxiang was a little panicked, sitting on a small stool, but he was unwilling to admit defeat, raised his proud head, stood there confidently and upright, and forced himself to stare directly at the hundred Mongolian cavalry.

Zhu Chen saw it not far away.

He saw Hu Shanxiang's delicate body shaking, even through the purple skirt, he could see that the long legs were very unstable.

It's not like it's slumped to the ground, but it's pretty much there.

However, seeing her stubborn appearance, Zhu Chen couldn't help but laugh.

There is a strong disease, but there is no strong life, this girl is really funny.

Zhu Chen walked over and pulled her aside and let her stand behind him.

"Are you afraid?" Zhu Chen asked.

Hu Shanxiang raised his head and looked at people with his nostrils: "What is there to be afraid of, isn't it just a few Mongolian soldiers." ”

Zhu Chen gave a thumbs up: "Women don't let them shave their eyebrows." ”

Hu Shanxiang was praised and became more and more proud, and he really had a little momentum that was not afraid, but he still hid firmly behind Zhu Chen and looked at those Mongolian soldiers curiously.

"Why did these Mongolian soldiers come here all of a sudden?" Hu Shanxiang asked curiously.

Zhu Chen grinned: "Because, they are going to play against us." ”

After saying that, Zhu Chen also looked at those Mongolian soldiers.

This was the first time Zhu Chen had seen a Mongolian soldier, more than two meters tall, holding a big knife, and carrying a large bow and arrow high on his back.

It is no wonder that the armor of the Ming army has no defensive effect on the Mongol soldiers.

They, too, are ruthless.

This is just the captured Mongol soldiers, if they hadn't been captured, how arrogant these Mongol soldiers would have been.

Zhu Chen was a militant with belligerent cells all over his body, and he stared at those Mongolian soldiers, his eyes eager to try.

"Go, get the people from the Divine Machine Battalion." Zhu Chen instructed a craftsman.

The craftsman hurried to find it.

Soon, a hundred soldiers of the Shenji Battalion, also wearing armor, appeared behind Zhu Chen.

Separated by a distance of several hundred meters, the momentum between the two parties also collided in an instant.

All the soldiers of the Shenji Battalion suddenly narrowed their eyes, and their killing intent soared into the sky.

The new-style firecrackers in their hands, almost instantly, were all aimed at those Mongolian soldiers.

Those Mongolian soldiers also stared at the Shenji Battalion with fierce eyes, and they did not admit defeat in their eyes.

Zhu Di walked in front of those Mongolian soldiers, crossed his waist and said: "You are all Mongolian prisoners of war, give you a chance, let you fight, if you win, let you go home." ”

"Cherish the opportunity."

Hearing this, the eyes of the Mongolian soldiers suddenly became hot.

As long as you can win, you can escape the fate of prisoners of war!

In this battle, they will go all out!