Vol 2 Chapter 1120: Grinding and sealing the red seal of 3,000

A lot of questions, let the accustomed to the doubtful silence of a moment, and then, he asked the king: "As you said, Qin Lan came to Qingzhou, just for Fang Ruozhu?"
The king of power nodded: "Qin Qin himself said this, saying that it was received by Fang Ruozhu for help, only to come, but did not expect it when he came, the other party will be related to the Queen."
"The Queen's opponent's family shot? Why?" This is Liu Wei asked.
Quan Wang shook his head, this Fang Ruozhu did not say, Qin Hao did not say, both of them were against him, and knew that the cold will ventilate with him, even the cold did not talk there, made God mysterious, with whom I want to know.
"Uncle Huang wants me to lend a man and send him to Beijing?" Rong Ling picked up his eyebrows and looked a little subtle.
When it comes to business, Quan Wang has finally put on a little attitude: "This matter should not have been for me. But when I pay back the family, people are cold and help, so they should reciprocate and help others. There are some that come and go, and I will meet in the future."
Liu Weixiao smiled and said: "This is really good to say, but what is the goodness of our three princes and the cold marshals in the future? I am afraid you will still be for yourself? How can you convince the cold marshal to switch to you, Qingzhou is the gateway to Kyoto. Your Liaozhou army wants to come over and take the two rivers. If you want to take the smoothest road to Kyoto, I am afraid you can only ask the Qingzhou Garrison to take the road and get close to the cold Marshal. At the time, is it good to talk? Hey, this is an abacus, and it’s really loud."
"Oh." The power king made a squeaking action with his hand in front of his lips, and screamed at the lower voice: "You kid, don't always think that people are going bad, I am a straight person!"
Liu Wei squatted, didn't make a sound, only looked at Rong Ling.
In the final analysis, Fang Ruozhu and Qin Yu are both traceable, although it is not their business, but it is not very good to let these two people die in Qingzhou.
In particular, there is a lot of chaos in Kyoto. Now it’s all about relying on tolerance. Otherwise, how can the old ministers of the cabinet allow Rong Ling to go to Qingzhou?
Even if it is to take care of the little bit of love, this busy is also to help, not to mention Fang Ruozhu, Qin Yu did not return to Beijing, then Li Yin and Fang Ruoxi must also stay in Qingzhou.
The man, eventually Rong Ling is still borrowed.
There are not many borrowers, just three, and then the military command flag of Zhengemen is handed over to the three men. If you want to send back the escorts of Qin and other people, this military command flag must be pulled up. It’s got a big light and it’s so high that everyone can see it.
The king of power got a satisfactory result, and his heart was also loose. When he left, he grinded and sealed the red seal of 3,000.
Although the mouth is still against this marriage, in the end, it is also the intention of the elders.
Because of these three thousand and two red seals, Rong Ling’s attitude towards his uncle was unexpectedly better, and he personally sent people to the door.

Send customers
is also one of the wedding procedures, and Rong Ling strictly enforces.
On the contrary, the power king was suddenly overwhelmed by the nephew, and after coughing twice, he suddenly gave him a bow to him without any words.
Rong Ling took the bow that was much smaller than the normal one, and he was puzzled.
Quan Wangdao: "This kind of bow is said to be at least one hundred steps farther than the normal big shot range. The cold-stricken elite team is defeated under this bow. Your family Liu Wei’s brain is active. You look back and ask her, look at her. Knowing what is not, I will send someone to study it in detail. If you can crack the manufacturing method and let the soldiers be equipped, on the battlefield, it is a big killer."
Rong Ling took the cockroach in his hand and looked at it for a while before he nodded. It should be down.
After sending away the right queen, Rong Ling entered the museum.
Liu Weiyu saw him back, holding something in his hand and asked: "What is this?"
Rong Ling handed the bow to her and said the words of Quan Wang.
Liu Wei heard a word, took the bow and put it in his hand, and twirled twice. After a while, his face suddenly began to change.
"Do you know this?" Rong Ling guessed what she was looking at, and she couldn't help but be careful.
Liu Wei glanced at him and looked at the sling in his hand. He held the position of the shackle under the shackle. The buckle of the plaque was small, and the required force was great. It is very big, but the strength required is very small.
Pistols use this principle.
It is precisely this kind of thing, this is the ancestor of the pistol, but now, she seems to have seen the evolution of this ancestor.
"This thing, really more than normal, the range is more than a hundred steps?" Fu Zichen reached over and took the bow, left and right to see, only feel the feeling of holding it in the hand, really different from the right.
Since childhood, the children of the family have studied the rules of the six arts of the gentleman. Fu Zichen is the descendant of the family. Although the martial arts are not refined, they are involved in riding the bow and arrow.
"Let me try."
Fu Zichen said, fiddling with and playing, and found some steps, it was aimed at the hoe, and an arrow was set on the door lantern.
Just listening to the "jingle", the lantern fell and the candle was turned back, and the red lantern was burned clean in a short while.
After paying attention to the results, Fu Zichen went back and said: "It seems that it is less powerful than Zhengzheng, and it is lighter. If it is right, I don’t wear it so far. This is really not..."
When the voice did not fall, I felt that a cold air was coming from the side of the body. Fu Zichen squatted and looked at it. It happened to be a pair of scarlet and savage eyes.
The smile on the face slowly solidified, and Fu Zichen was stiff and full of two breaths, his eyes turned slightly, his eyes fixed, and he was fixed on the ash-burning lantern at the entrance of the museum.
"Hey..." gently put the bow down, Fu Zichen took a deep breath and said: "I am going to clean up..."
When the words fall, the people turn and leave, and Rong Ling immediately takes the step, the meaning of a killer.
Liu Wei was busy catching people, afraid of the wedding night, blood splashing on the spot, immediately appease: "Try the arrow, careless, careless, don't be impulsive, let people change the lantern for a while."
Rong Ling turned to look at her, the expression on her face was chilly, but somehow, Liu Wei got a little wronged from it.
Liu Wei wanted to laugh, and she endured it. The fingers slowly grinded over. The fingers crossed and held the man's hand and pulled him back to the seat to let people sit down.
"The construction of this bow is indeed ingenious. You turn back and talk to the king. If you can find this person, you should be treated with courtesy. If such a capable person can recruit him, there will be no harm."
Rong Ling’s absent-minded
hmm
sounded, his eyes turned and he looked in the direction of the door.
Fu Zichen ran to the backyard, looked for a servant, and was cleaning outside.
Liu Wei sighed.
Rong Ling chilled her: "Red lanterns, it is very important."
Liu Wei saw that he was stubborn and could only continue to say: "You and me, is it a small lantern to be around? On the day of the big day, don't sweep away the interest."
Say, I said, at the end of the meal, I was stunned.
In order to compensate for the psychological shadow caused by the early death of the lantern, Liu Wei cut the land, not only promised that he could go to the door to point the gun, but also allowed the boat to go boating for a while.
Dragging his tired body and sitting on the rickety painting, Liu Wei looked at the river in the distance and gently slammed his head on the shoulder of Rongling.
The breeze blew across the surface of the water, picking up a layer of shackles, and the stars were bent over the moon. Liu Wei looked at it for a long time, and it was a bit comfortable. She tilted her head and looked at Rong's side face: "You said, you can visit the lake on a day of marriage. What is this custom? What is it?"
"Sacred to the gods." Rong Ling said, holding her shoulders and bringing people to their arms and carrying them: "Three worships are in the heavens and the earth, and thousands of Lushen witnesses, while the shackles are to the water gods, the narcissus And voyeuristic, the road to the marriage."
Liu Wei feels interesting: "How many ancient books have you checked for today's marriage? We are not a boatman, we don't have to go out to fish, why should we be like a water god?"
Rong Ling bowed his head and said with a sigh of praise: "Mo is disrespectful to the Buddha."