At the end of August, it was late summer, and at this time in the eastern part of the country, heavy rain swept through the typhoon and suddenly came from the south to the north.

This made Wenhou Wenping, the prince who had occupied a city for many years, unable to sleep again, and got up from the bed with a full stomach, and under the service of the maidservant, he was wearing a tight armor and holding the blade tightly in his hand.

He stood under the eaves, and the raindrops the size of beans fell on the green tiles, and were soon overshadowed by the rumbling thunder.

The raindrops carried scattered dust on his face, but Wen Ping remained motionless like a wood carving, and his eyes were blank as the ethereal raindrops in the pavilions and pavilions beating the flowers he had carefully raised, ......

Chapter 280 of "The Strongest Gentleman in Great Xia" Worry is in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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