Holding the nail clippers borrowed from A Ming in his hand, the prince is carefully trimming his nails;
After cutting it, I borrowed a small file and began to polish and modify the nails.
Polish one well,
Put it in front of you again,
? Blowing:
"Huhhuh"
? The fine nails look comfortable against the shining luster.
Not far to the north of this high-rise building is the North City Wall. At this moment, the most tragic fighting is erupting. The Gan army once engulfed the city, forming a breakpoint, but was driven down by the Yan army.
The battle situation is already critical.
But the prince didn't have the slightest sense of urgency or panic, because the Jinyi Guards camp was still standing beside him. Since the city wall didn't ask him for help and send Jinyi guards up, the situation could be prevented and controlled.
As for killing scenes and so on, Zheng Fan has long been used to it.
"A Ming, I found that the longer you are a coach, you will inevitably regard casualties as a number, and after a quick glance, you will naturally jump to the result."
The prince stood up while speaking, and before A Ming could respond, he continued:
"If this is called maturity, it's actually quite boring."
A smile appeared on the corner of Ah Ming's mouth.
Zheng Fan turned his head, saw it, and said:
"What are you laughing at?"
A Ming replied: "My lord, you have started again."
"oh?"
"My lord hasn't fed the fish in the pond in the mansion for a long time."
"Let them eat so much food for so many days, do they still dare to ask me to deliver food to them every day?
No, you just said that I started again, what do you mean? "
"Although the battle is fierce, in your heart, you have already made up your mind. Since you are sure that you will win, and since you are sure that you will be able to win the battle, you will start acting hypocritically again."
"Hahahahaha"
Hearing this, Zheng Fan bent over with a smile,
road:
"Is it so obvious and deliberate?"
"have."
"I'm afraid I haven't fought a war for many years, so I'm a little rusty."
Speaking,
The prince put his hand on his face and rubbed it gently,
road:
"It may also be that I have been in a high position for a long time, and I basically don't need to act anymore, which has caused my acting skills to regress."
"However, during the battle between Yan and Chu, the master performed very well, and all the subordinates praised him in their hearts."
"Isn't that flattering?"
"no."
Zheng Fan nodded and said, "That means, this time, I was really scared."
The lord suddenly spoke so sincerely, which made A Ming somewhat at a loss as to how to respond to the words.
Zheng Fan walked to the railing outside the building. This is one of the highest places in Jinghai City. From here, you can observe the situation of the entire northern city wall.
Outside, the Juggernaut and the Sword Maker sat on a small chair each.
Since the last time I saw the "white-clothed snow" Juggernaut,
The swordmaker soon became "passive and sabotage";
Of course, it's not like doing nothing. There is a piece of paper in front of him, and he is tracing the style of the new sword, which is to be made for the eldest son Zheng Lin.
Zheng Fan moved forward, glanced at it,
road:
"It's too gorgeous, not restrained enough."
"My lord's words are wrong. Young people, no matter how calm they are, their hearts are still burning. Naturally, they need a gorgeous sword to match."
"But children will grow up eventually."
The swordmaker took it for granted: "It's nothing to worry about. When Shizi grows up a bit and doesn't like this one, I'll make him a new one."
"That's a good idea."
As a father, Zheng Fan felt that he still underestimated the attractiveness of his son in front of these "grandmasters".
He raised his head,
Looking ahead,
On the tower adjacent to the north city wall, a king's banner was erected, and his son was sitting there to "supervise the battle", and his mother was accompanying him.
"The offensive of this dry person is really fierce." The prince said with emotion.
"Yes." The swordmaker couldn't help agreeing, it can be seen that the dry man really shed bloodIn the army, heavy codes are used, but there are also points. The most important thing now, even if you are a paper maker, you have to paste the rest of the day.
Therefore, Zheng Fan intends to let Zhao Yuannian be a good person again;
But the prince has not finished speaking,
Outside the city, there was a sudden shout of killing!
The surrounding soldiers of the Yan Army suddenly became nervous, and they subconsciously thought that the Qian Army had launched a night attack.
However, everyone soon realized that something was wrong, because the sound of fighting was not under the city wall, but at the positions of the various camps of the Qianjun in the distance. A fierce conflict erupted.
"hehe¡¡"
The prince laughed,
stand up,
Standing on the city wall, he turned his eyes to the distance, where the sound of killing was loud and the candles were lit like stars.
finally,
It's coming.
Everything seems to be a repeat of the time at Xuehaiguan.
Ah Cheng, after all, did not disappoint his master.
"Where is the messenger Sima!"
"The humble job is here!"
"Pass down the order of the king, gather the soldiers and horses in the city, open the gates in all directions, and follow the king out of the city to kill the enemy!"
"The general will obey!"
"Big Tiger, I'm alone with armor."
"Here!"
Liu Dahu immediately brought the armor and began to put on the armor for the prince.
"These days, the lonely Wang Qi stood there and ate a lot of ashes, making it dirty."
When wearing armor,
Zheng Fan glanced at the group of people surrounded below;
While silently opening the groove where the heart guard was located, and putting a red stone in, he continued lightly: