The explosion soon attracted the army, and Lei Baofei rushed forward with his men, his expression serious.
The streets were messy, with broken wood and splashed gravel and mud everywhere. Ye Zhizhou was sweating on his head. He was squatting on the side of the road to bandage the wounds of a child who was affected by the explosion. Yan Mingyong was behind him, talking to Germany. Ann ordered something.
"His Royal Highness Eight!" Lei Baofei dismounted and strode over, clasping his fists in a salute, "His Royal Highness, please leave quickly. Earth movements may happen again at any time. It is not safe here."
Yan Mingyong glanced at Ye Zhizhou, who concentrated on helping people bandage his wounds, and shook his head, “No, it’s not the ground. You have to clear the street and surround the Kawagoe restaurant. The wounded and the doctor are placed in the nearby inn. On the way here, I arrived soon."
Lei Baofei frowned in confusion, "Isn't the ground moving?"
"Let’s talk about it later, and place the wounded first." Yan Mingyong turned the wheelchair and moved to Ye Zhizhou's side, bent over and reached out to touch his hair. You take a break."
Knotted the gauze, he looked back at Yan Mingyong and Lei Baofei, wiped his sweat and stood up, nodded, "Okay, then let's go to the inn too." Then he looked at Lei Baofei, and there was nothing to do. Feeling up, he said briefly, "I'm pleased to Lord Torrey for the matter here. Your Highness and I will take a step forward."
It was the first time that Lei Baofei saw the eighth prince’s accompanying reader. Seeing that his face was calm and calm, he was not as unbearable as An Chengjie said. He felt a little complicated in his heart, and his attitude was much gentler. He held his fist and replied. "Young Master An doesn't have to be so polite, go slowly."
[Lei Baofei's chance of falling in love with the protagonist has dropped to 5%, please keep the host's efforts. ]
Ye Zhizhou was stunned, and then looked at Lei Baofei a little bit dumbfounded. He felt a little better, and a smile appeared on his face. "Lord Lei see you later." Every time Lei Baofei appeared in love, the chances of falling in love would drop a little. What a generous little angel.
"Le'er." Yan Mingyong grabbed his hand forcefully and glanced at Lei Baofei with a deep look.
It's just a greeting, why are you going to get sick again! Ye Zhizhou squeezed his hand back angrily, turned and pushed him into his wheelchair, nodded towards Lei Baofei, and walked towards the inn. After walking a few steps to make sure that Lei Baofei could not hear himself. , Patted Yan Mingyong's head, "You little jealous jar, it's just you Xiong Virtue, if it weren't for me, no one would want you!"
Yan Mingyong held his breath, "I don't want others either!"
"But I am sure someone else wants it."
"Who dares!" Yan Mingyong slapped the wheelchair armrest hard, seeing it blown up, "We will go back to the hot spring villa now! Right now! De'an, let someone prepare the car! We will get married when we go back!"
The ghost wants to return to the hot spring villa where he can only talk to Yan Mingyong! Married? Ye Zhizhou tugged at his ears, grind his teeth, "If you don't have a house for three days, you still want to get married? Are you fully developed?"
Yan Mingyong's face turned red, and he caught the presumptuous hands on his ears, gritted his teeth, "I'm not a kid anymore."
"Really?" He shook his hand, couldn't get it out, and snorted, "Just your small body, can you have sex?"
Yan Mingyong was stiff and honest. Ye Zhizhou squeezed his face triumphantly, no longer irritating him, and pushed him to continue walking forward. De'an, who quietly followed the two of them, took a deep look at Ye Zhizhou and lowered his head silently. As the person who served the eighth majesty when he grew up, he was quite sure that although the eighth majesty was not in good health, he had indeed developed...
After arranging the wounded in the inn and the family members of the accident, the two hurried back to the palace. Yan Mingyong went to see the emperor, and Ye Zhizhou closed the door of the palace, took out the small packet of explosives that he had obtained when he stayed alone in the hot spring Bezhuang, and gently put it away. To the table.
Without the Internet, the spiritual power coverage is not large. He did not leave the spiritual power on the protagonist this time. It is too difficult to find out where the protagonist is now. The fire was aimed at the Kawagoe restaurant, but the subsequent explosion directly pointed to the carriage he and Mingyong were riding in. The protagonist probably already knew that he had pitted him behind... The situation is a bit bad. Originally thought that as long as the protagonist was tossed out of the plot circle of the capital, and then prevented the protagonist from making a bomb to give to the Seventh Prince, the world might be preserved, but now... there are still two soul flags, and the bombs appear in such a vigorous manner. Now, An Chengjie is hiding in the dark, and the situation with the Seventh Prince is unknown...
Yan Mingyong saw that Emperor Yan came back and saw that the door of the inner hall was closed. He turned his head to look at De'an, who was left by him to guard Ye Zhizhou, "Le'er keeps herself locked in?"
"The son of An has never come out since he went in."
He frowned, got up from the wheelchair and pushed open the door, glanced around the room, his tight heart loosened when he saw the figure at the table, and stepped over the door and hugged him from behind. Rubbing his ears, "Still unhappy?" As he said his eyes fell on the small bag of things on the table, his face changed, he quickly lifted the teapot on the table and poured it on, holding Ye Zhizhou away from the table, and shouted out the door, " Come here, round up the Yongyan Hall for me! I found the suspicious item quickly drenched with water!"
Ye Zhizhou was taken aback by his actions. He saw a few Zijin guards who whizzed out, quickly searched the room and then whizzed away with wet explosives. He hurriedly shouted, "Don't! Leave things to me. My formula is still on it!"
One of Zijinwei stopped his departure and looked at Yan Mingyong with the wet explosive.
Yan Mingyong held Ye Zhizhou's hand tightly, hesitated for a moment, and nodded.
After Zijinwei left, Ye Zhizhou broke away from Yan Mingyong's arms, uncovered the wet explosive, took out the wet paper with illegible handwriting, and handed it over, "Here you are, this is the explosive formula, what you think The ground movement was made by this thing."
Yan Mingyong looked at him with unclear eyes, "You made this? Give it to me?"
"Yeah." Ye Zhizhou lowered his eyes, covering the emotions in his eyes, "The explosion in the morning was made by An Chengjie with this. We must catch him, and in the autumn hunt in a few days, he may appear, we Need to pay attention." The Seventh Prince's chance of falling in love hasn't dropped at all, so the plot of the encounter between him and the protagonist on the autumn hunt is likely to remain the same. It's okay that An Chengjie won't show up at that time, if he shows up... he must pay for his life!
Yan Mingyong took the wet paper and suddenly curled his lips and smiled, "You really need to pay attention."
Ye Zhizhou was a little inexplicable when he laughed, and looked at him doubtfully, "What?"
"Le'er." He put down the formula, stepped forward to hug him, and the smile on his face became brighter and happier. "Have you guessed that An Chengjie would collude with Brother Seven? You secretly gave it to Seven when you first entered the palace. The slip of paper was thrown in the brother’s room, not because I fell in love with him, but because I wanted to get close to him and prevent him from colluding with An Chengjie, right?"
What's all this... Wrong! He stepped back and looked down at him, with a look of surprise on his face, "Do you know that I lost a note to the Seventh Prince?"
"I know." Yan Mingyong's dark eyes flashed a weird light, suddenly released his hand and reached into his sleeve, took out a small wooden ball and shook it, his smile was stained with a twist, "How can I allow others to be better than me? I will receive your love letter first."
Ye Zhizhou looked at the wooden ball with the note in his hand, then at the twisted smile on the corner of his mouth, and wailed, "No wonder the seventh prince never responded... Don't tell me that you have been monitoring An Chengjie, and don't tell me. He has been entangled with the Seventh Prince!"
"Le'er is really smart." Yan Mingyong puts away the wooden ball, hugs him again, and kisses his cheek, "The hands of the explosives developed by An Chengjie are my people. I was just curious about him sneaking. When I returned to the capital, I wanted to do something, but I didn't want him to be able to make explosives that are so lethal... it was a pleasant surprise."
Surprised? Are you surprised if you blow it all over yourself? People who have seen bears have never seen such bears! No wonder the protagonist in this life can make explosives so quickly without the help of the Seventh Prince! It turns out that there is a seventh prince missing, and an eighth prince! What a sin!
Ye Zhizhou lost his temper. He sat down on a chair and tore the person in his arms, "You tell me clearly, whether An Chengjie or the Seventh Prince, what have you done without telling me? You, you are going to piss me off!"
Yan Mingyong hugged him tightly, but just kept holding him, put his face to his neck, and closed his eyes contentedly, "Le'er, you are so smart, so you can make explosives. As expected, An Chengjie is everywhere. Not as good as you."
"You get up!"
"Happy, let's get married."
"The Seventh Prince really colluded with An Chengjie? You tell me clearly! When did they get together!"
"I will go and ask the emperor to marry me tomorrow."
"Yan, Ming, Yong!"
"After we get married, you have to call me mate."
"... Go away!" Unable to communicate! This bear kid must be deliberate!
It was the night, Yan Mingyong smashed the Ecstasy Orb again to faint Ye Zhizhou, and took De'an to leave the Yongyan Palace, and did not return until early in the morning.
Moving up the next morning, an official from the Ministry of Industry excitedly presented a weapon called "dynamite" to the emperor, and praised the seven princes for their wisdom and diligence. Dedicated on the birthday. It also explained that the small ground movement on the former Nichinan Street was made by this explosive, and it was the Seventh Prince who was testing the power of the new weapon.
As soon as these words came out, the officials were in an uproar, and the gazes of several princes looking at the seventh prince changed. The face of the Seventh Prince also changed. Explosives were the secret weapon he had only recently mastered. It was true that he had secretly tested it on South Street. Can it be dedicated to the emperor? This is obviously someone trying to set him up!
How powerful is a weapon that can create a ground motion effect! The princes exchanged their sights, and the small abacus in the courtiers' hearts began to move frantically. For a while, only the official of the Ministry of Industry could hear the continuous praise of the seven princes.
Before the seven princes came up with a stake to figure out how to deal with it, Emperor Yan quickly accepted the word from the Ministry of Industry official, accepted the explosives and rewarded the seven princes with a bunch of things, and asked him to make bombs someday. Bring it to him. Never mentioning the damage caused by the explosion on South Street, the attitude is very subtle.
At this point, the seventh prince could only kneel down to give thanks, but he was very heavy, and kept judging in his mind that he might betray his existence.
[The chance of Yan Mingli falling in love with the protagonist has dropped to 90%, please keep the host's efforts. ]
Ye Zhizhou leaned against the small pavilion of Yongyan Hall to play the harmonica, his eyes swept across the pop-up light screen, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked. The protagonist wants to hide in the dark, so he has to drag people to the bright side! There are also seven princes. Want to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger while the other princes are still deep-rooted? dream!
Yan Mingyong heard the killing intent in his piano, twisted the pages of the book with his fingers, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. Le'er is not happy anymore, it's time to coax like that... Is it to find out An Chengjie to kill, or to pull the seventh brother off the horse, or... Get married