Evil husband dressed as a desolate prince

In the evening, Song Jingwen climbed onto the bed with a plate of frozen watermelon, rubbed affectionately on Xie Feng's neck, and recounted Cha Jinwu's abnormal behavior during the day.

Xie Feng swallowed the watermelon in his mouth, narrowed his deep eyes, "The Che family is loyal to His Majesty, there should be a reason for this. Is he implying something to you?"

The drop of watermelon juice that slipped from the corner of his mouth was wiped away by Song Jingwen, and he licked it with his tongue instead. The two got very close, Xie Feng slightly lowered his eyes and met Song Jingwen's playful eyes.

The gushing hot air met at the shortest distance, Xie Feng blinked blankly, as if he was frozen.

Of course, Song Jingwen would not let this opportunity go, and immediately pounced on the bewildered little beauty, dyed his breath on the bewildered little beauty, smiled and kissed her elastic face, "Everything is said inside and outside the words." It is nothing more than the ambition of His Majesty to start a war and annex it."

Song Jingwen stood up, trapped the person in his arms, and raised the question again, "When I was on the island, I thought about making explosives, which would make mining easier. But I was in a hurry to go home Well, there is no time to find raw materials on the island. Now, should you think about it, it will be much more convenient to send signals."

Xie Feng glanced at him suspiciously, and questioned, "Are you planning to use it as fireworks, or as explosives?"

"Didn't you say you won't go back to that island? We don't want that iron mine." Seeing that he didn't speak, Xie Feng pushed him anxiously, "The island is not safe, can you not go back?"

Song Jingwen looked at Xie Feng's reddened eyes, rubbed his hands together and went up to kiss him. He also tore his hair and spread it on the quilt, and asked him with a smile, "There is no one on the island anymore. The man-eating monsters mentioned have all been wiped out, so what is there to be afraid of, huh?"

Xie Feng was very distressed about his two years of homelessness, and kicked the other party angrily when he heard this, "Then what if someone slipped through the net?"

"That can't be done." Song Jingwen smiled and lay on Xie Feng's chest, very firm, "Is your husband such a stupid person, you must cut the grass by the root. Besides, those dumb people are still guarding the island. , Hurry up and I will take you to see the iron mine."

Xie Feng couldn't hold back him, he said he was not happy, and when Song Jingwen gathered the saltpeter, sulfur, charcoal and other ingredients, he couldn't bear to study it.

"Put the sandbag here?" Xie Feng asked while carrying a bag of sand effortlessly.

"It's enough, you don't need to move it anymore." Song Jingwen hurried forward to take it, handed over a pair of gloves, and kept nagging, "Put on your gloves and keep them away, be careful that they will blow up." .”

Xie Feng blinked, looked at Song Zichen, who was also tightly covered, and then shifted his gaze to Song Jingwen, "I can do what Zichen is capable of, so don't push me away."

Hearing this reluctance tone, Song Jingwen looked fondly at the corners of the other party's slightly lowered mouth, happily and Xie Feng's nose to nose, and said with a smile, "Then you should stand far away, if it explodes, I won't be able to take care of it." two."

Song Zichen raised his head in a daze, and laughed silly, "I can't blow it up, I run fast, I can't blow it up!"

Xie Feng got the permission and immediately huddled beside Song Zichen, fiddling with the steelyard in his hand, while changing the weight, "One hundred grams is too light, it's inconvenient to operate, how about making a five hundred grams?"

As he said that, he started to act. The saltpeter was ground into powder with a mortar, and then dug out with a small wooden spoon and divided evenly according to the weight.

Song Jingwen couldn't get angry with these two brothers, so he shook his head and took over the work of adding ingredients, "370 grams need 75 grams of nitrate, [-] grams of carbon, and [-] grams of sulfur."

Song Zichen nodded, and concentrated on grinding the carbon and sulfur together, and waited until the two substances were fully fused and turned into a very fine powder before adding nitrate.

Xie Feng removed the weights one by one, took out a small watering can, hit Song Jingwen and said, "I read that we need to add some water to speed up the combustion."

Song Jingwen was noncommittal, took a measuring cup made of glass, and added it to the gunpowder little by little, "Try to see if you can knead it into a gunpowder ball."

Xie Feng's eyes lit up, and he rubbed the fire-powder ball with great interest, filling it with a fuse.

He carefully placed these finished products on the paper, "you will not know the effect until it dries."

The first batch of gunpowder was very small. One night, Song Jingwen took Xie Feng to the riverside secretly, and the two checked the results.

Looking at the gunpowder, which was quiet and powerful, Xie Feng couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration. He pursed his lips and took the residue of the gunpowder back, thinking, "Is the ingredient not pure enough? Why isn't it like Ruoji? It's as good as it looks to me."

If he knew that the damage would not be that great, why would he stop it.

Song Jingwen rubbed his head amusedly, grabbed the residue and threw it into the river, "It's normal to fail the first time to destroy the body, let's listen to it tonight. After thinking about it, we can't be sure." That's it."

Xie Feng seemed to be in love with Huo.Yao. He and Song Zichen worked day and night to improve the first generation of Huo.Yao, and Song Jingwen was brushed aside unconsciously.

Song Jingwen leaned on the door frame, and couldn't bear to discourage the enthusiasm of these two people. At the scene of the large-scale real fragrance, Song Jingwen picked Xie Feng's chin and asked, "Aren't you against making explosives?"

Xie Feng pretended to be good at this time, he kept his head up and rubbed against Song Jingwen's palm, and smiled, "It's not for bombing people, it's for mining! Moreover, the purity of explosives Not high, the lethality should be...not big..."

"It's convincing and reasonable." Song Jingwen leaned down and stole a kiss. The idiot Song Zichen was completely forgotten in the corner by the two of them.

Hard work pays off. After many failures, Xie Feng and Song Zichen finally developed a powerful gunpowder. He happily rushed to Song Jingwen, wagging his tail as if asking for credit, "I made it! It's very loud. The sound, did you see that the quilt was blown to pieces!"

Song Jingwen hugged his butt and laughed, "I'll take you to see a good one."

Song Zichen foolishly followed behind. Seeing that the two of them had climbed up to the roof, he had no choice but to give up. He couldn't go up, so he had to sit on the stone steps at his best.

There was an envious look in his eyes inadvertently, but it was really tiring to love someone, and when he thought about it a little more, his temples ached faintly.

Song Jingwen put his arms around Xie Feng, and stuffed a long paper stick into the other's hand. The heavy hand made Xie Feng a little dazed, "What is this?"

Song Jingwen smiled slyly, like a peacock courting a mate, almost flew up, he lit the fuse, and shook hands with Xie Feng, "Look at the sky!"

As the words fell, the sky-high fireworks exploded. Although it looked like brick-red dots from a distance, the kind of sparks that lit up the night were truly unique in the world.

Xie Feng felt his hand holding the fireworks was hot, he quickly grasped them with both hands, waving the fireworks stick like a commander of the starry sky.

All the fireworks will bloom for him tonight!

Song Jingwen then picked up a firework, and what was released was a green firework. He followed closely behind the red firework, chasing and playing.

Only the sulfur smell in the air was left on the ground, Song Jingwen's eyes were filled with a hot smile like fireworks, his expression was loose and relaxed, giving people a feeling that this is just a rare and common thing illusion.

Xie Feng gave Song Jingwen a solid bear hug, and bit the other's lip uncontrollably, scrambling for the tongue that was best at smooth talk.

Song Jingwen's city was taken down without any effort, his eyes darkened, and he rolled onto the bed with his little ancestor in his arms.

The soft and choked sobs showed the joy of the people in the room, Song Zichen shyly covered his ears, his face felt hot after he realized it.

So when I was suddenly pulled into an embrace, I was still in a daze, unable to react.

He looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in front of him, tears streaming down his face.

The man wiped away his tears cherishingly, and said pleadingly, "Don't cry."

Song Zichen opened his eyes, moved his fingers a little lonely, and looked up again, but he couldn't find the slightest trace of the other party's presence.

But that person was obviously Jiu, he remembered it!

Song Zichen sniffed, his eyes were still swollen when he walked out of the room, "Good morning."

Song Jingwen smashed his mouth, swallowed the flower cake in his mouth, keenly noticed his red and swollen eyes, and smiled, "Why do you look so out of your mind, went to have fun last night?"

"..." Song Zichen snorted and twitched inexplicably, "No, no one has been here before!"

Xie Feng followed him and said, "The little wolf didn't howl, which means no one came."

He waved to Song Zichen and said warmly, "Come and eat, we have to make another batch of fireworks."

As he said that, Xie Feng gave Song Jingwen a faint look, and said with a hint of anger and complaint, "Last night, there was such a big commotion, today I wake up from the dream and I have to give it to Yuan."

Song Jingwen laughed tremblingly, and pressed the awkward little ancestor on his lap to teach him a lesson, which made Song Zichen feel uncomfortable.

All civil and military officials knew that His Majesty was in a bad mood recently, and it was said that the beloved concubine disappeared for no reason.Although he came back in the end, His Majesty was still angry.The fact that such a bizarre thing could happen in the heavily guarded palace is all to say that there are loopholes in the guards of the palace.

His Majesty smiled faintly, and with a smile, he withdrew from the post of commander of the Imperial Guard without warning.

In addition, what came from Yunguo was not good news, and the court seemed to be shrouded in haze for a while.

"The people of Yunguo are too cunning. They have no fixed place to live. We don't know where to fight. They are fleeing so fast in their own territory that we have no way to strike." Old General Ling complained realistically.

The author has something to say: If Song Jingwen changed his name to "Song Xiuwen", then Baby Feng would call him "Xiuer, Xiuer" every time~