Hard to be a good wife

The Imperial Guards of North Vietnam are indeed brave and good at fighting. It is the first time that Prince Zhao has seen this army show off its power after many years of fighting with North Vietnam. If it were not for his black armored guards, the [-] troops would be enough to resist their [-] soldiers and horses. The fighting power is extraordinary. generally.

Prince Zhao was dressed in silver armor and fought with Prince Teng himself with an epee in his hand. The two fought for half an hour without a winner.

Wang Ziteng spat a mouthful of blood, grinned and said, "I've heard that the prince of the Southern Jin Dynasty has few opponents in martial arts, and seeing him today really deserves his reputation. At your age, it's really rare to have such an achievement!"

"Gu Ye has long heard that the second prince of Beiyue is the most talented and virtuous among the princes, and he is also the most promising successor to lead Beiyue to the top. It's a pity..."

"Haha... Back then, I was framed by traitors, suspected by my father, and imprisoned for many years. Even if I died, I would not be able to swallow this tone."

"So when the king of Beiyue passed away, the second prince took over the military power of the entire capital. He wanted to catch us by surprise, but who would have thought that he would fail in the end!" Prince Zhao's calm words hit Wang Ziteng's heart hard. , He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of old blood.

"Hmph, if you weren't willing to give up part of your troops, how could this king be fooled? I don't know how the soldiers who were sent to attack Xuzhou would feel if they knew that they were just pawns!"

Prince Zhao did not get angry, but replied solemnly: "The chess piece is purely absurd, but I never expected the second prince to have such a strange move, and the second prince is buried with the heroic souls who died in battle, so they must be able to rest in peace." .”

"That depends on whether you have the ability!"

Wang Ziteng held up his long knife, let out a long roar, and rode his horse towards Prince Zhao.

The long knife and the epee clashed for several rounds, sparks splashed out, the jaws of both of them were numb from the shock, and bright red blood was flowing from the previously opened wound.

"This king still has one thing that I don't know, and I hope the prince can clarify."

"Please tell me." When death was imminent, Prince Zhao didn't mind letting the other party die in peace.

"Looking at this North-South war, the North Vietnam lost too quickly and too embarrassingly. The reason is that the Southern Jin has an extra army, and the second is that new weapons are emerging one after another. I don't know which master these new weapons are from. ?”

As long as there is war, the improvement and creation of weapons has never stopped. It is not a secret that the two countries are competing to attract talents, but he does not know when such a sharp master craftsman will appear in this world.

I don't know if the Southern Jin Dynasty hid it too deeply or their news was too backward.

The corners of Prince Zhao's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a gentle smile. This was definitely the first time countless people had seen this scene.

"This...to be honest, it was instructed by the princess, and the shape of the weapon is the result of hundreds of craftsmen's day and night torment. Are you satisfied with the result?"

Wang Ziteng stared wide-eyed, he didn't believe it at all, "Prince Princess... is that male concubine?" It's ridiculous, how could a man with such talent willingly submit to a man?

"You lied to me, isn't the crown princess a miracle doctor admired by everyone? When did you change your career to become a craftsman?"

"The solitary concubine is so talented, she knows more than just medicine?"

"Haha... I heard that the Southern Jin army has a large team of military doctors, complete with medicines, and saved the lives of countless wounded people. It must have come from the Crown Princess."

"Exactly!"

"The sky is my death. Such a talented person has fallen into the hands of Nan Jin. If this king has noticed it, he will definitely take his life at any price!"

"Er dare?" Prince Zhao swung his sword down, and when the opponent raised his sword to fight back, he suddenly pulled out a bamboo tube from his waist, pressed lightly with his white fingers, and several silver needles as thin as cow hair sprayed out of the bamboo tube out, hitting the opponent's chest.

The fine needle quenches the poison, and the blood seals the throat. This was originally prepared by Tang Yue for Prince Zhao's emergency. In his opinion, there are many dangers on the battlefield, and it is always safer to have a hidden weapon for self-defense.

If he didn't know how to make guns, he might secretly make one for Prince Zhao's self-defense, but this small hidden weapon inspired by the pear blossom needle in the rainstorm is quite effective.

When others are unprepared, it is shot, and with poison, it is difficult for the enemy to die.

"You... despicable!..." Wang Ziteng spat out a mouthful of black blood, and collapsed in convulsions in an instant.

It was not the first time Prince Zhao had seen the efficacy of this poison, but it was the first time he had seen it on a human body. He secretly admired: what kind of arsenic or partridge poison is really weak.

"There is no despicable talk on the battlefield!" Probably because Wang Ziteng aroused his yearning, Prince Zhao wished that the war would end soon so that he could return to Tang Yue as soon as possible.

After the separation in the past two years, his longing has already filled his body and mind, and any more will explode.

"The North Vietnamese commander is dead, and those who surrender will not be killed!..." Some soldiers announced the death of Wang Ziteng loudly, and the atmosphere on the battlefield suddenly changed.

The North Vietnamese Army, whose morale was high just now, seemed at a loss because of the death of its commander.

In all previous wars, there has been a saying that the king should be captured first, without the backbone, what would the soldiers have to fight for?

The few princes that North Vietnam could afford have all passed away one after another, and even if he returned his complete country, he couldn't find a suitable successor to inherit it.

The death of Wang Ziteng not only killed a coach, but also the hope of the entire North Vietnam.

The imprisoned courtiers lamented upon hearing the bad news. Without the second prince, their persistence became meaningless.

Some upright old ministers crashed into the pillars and died on the spot, "Heaven is going to kill me in North Vietnam!"

"My late king, I'm sorry for you..."

"The country and society of North Vietnam have finally fallen into the hands of the enemy, the former king... the old minister has no face to see you..."

A mournful wail came from the dungeon, and the students who were gathered together by Mr. Xuan Jing fell silent when they heard the bad news.

At night, the starry sky was bright, and Mr. Xuan Jing pointed to a star in the south and said: "Look, the Purple Emblem star has brightened a little bit, and the Emperor star in North Vietnam has disappeared without a trace. A new era has come."

"I only hope that the king of the Southern Jin Dynasty can really be a benevolent lord who is diligent in governing and loving the people, otherwise we will fight against the rule of the Southern Jin Dynasty even if we die."

Mr. Xuan Jing looked at the bright Purple Emblem star, the weak Emperor Star no longer existed, and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, "Don't worry, if Prince Zhao can't do this, I will give everyone an explanation."

As for this, North Vietnam had no power to resist, and a few scattered dukes fled with their private soldiers and family members, trying to find a piece of paradise before the new ruler ascended the throne, occupying the land as king, so as to be a strong dragon.

Prince Zhao did not disperse his forces to intercept and kill the fleeing nobles, but issued an edict the next day, roughly meaning: "As long as the fleeing nobles confiscate their property and cancel their titles, everyone will be punished and will no longer be protected by the court." , while the nobles who stayed in the capital were dealt with according to their conduct.

If you have never done any evil deeds against the law in your life, not only will you not be punished, but you will be rewarded. It can also save lives without worry.

Anonymous mailboxes are set up among the people, where they can report and provide evidence, and once verified, they will be executed immediately. "

As soon as the edict came out, it was recognized by the people in the city. For the oppressed class, they were naturally happy to see the oppressor get retribution.

There are too many evils among the nobles on weekdays. It is not uncommon to rob people's daughters by force, and it is not uncommon to disregard human lives and destroy Manchus.

All of a sudden, reports from the people became popular, and all mailboxes were filled with cloth strips, paper, bamboo slips, etc. Most of the people were illiterate, and naturally they couldn't write. His paintings are easy to understand, but not difficult for others.

It has been a year since Zhang Chun arrived in the capital all the way. When everything came back to life, he was lying in a loose carriage, so tired that he couldn't straighten up. When Li helped him out, he cursed fiercely: "This damn traffic! I must make money to build roads in my life!"

The soldiers who guarded the city were arrested and asked: "Is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Southern Jin Dynasty in the city? Where do you live?"

I heard that the capital of North Vietnam is very big. In this era, even a map is an abbreviated version, which is very unreliable. Zhang Chun has made many mistakes along the way.

Seeing that Zhang Chun's face was pale, his body smelled bad, his hair was messed up and there were two straws stuck in it, the soldier decided that he was not a powerful person, so he waved him away immediately: "Go, go, Your Highness?" You waited for the troublemakers to inquire about it?"

"Hey, look at your dog-legged appearance, you are not from the Southern Jin Dynasty, right? I am from the Prince's Mansion of the Southern Jin Dynasty, so hurry up and report it!"

The soldier was startled. Although he was puzzled, he thought that this was not his business. He shook his head and said, "You always go straight after entering the city, and ask the location of the palace along the way. Naturally, someone will show you the way."

Where is the fool, that His Highness has long been the uncrowned king of this city, where else can he live if he doesn't live in the palace?

Can there be such a master in the prince's mansion?is that a lie?