The Concubine’s Daughter Comes Around

Wu Jiming smiled, thinking that it was much more comfortable now. As long as he had this weapon, was he worried that he couldn't make a contribution? As for the future, the throne must also be stable, and these Wu Jitian have not.

How to do it yourself.

"Come." Wu Jiming pursed his lips, and he had more trump cards.

"Subordinates are here." A martial artist walked slowly from the door, kneeling on one knee when he walked in front of Wu Jiming, and his hands were crippled.

"These weapons, you have to study them, be sure to study their usage and manufacturing methods." Wu Jiming sneered, although now he only got such a little weapon, but once

After researching out, and then innovating, you can definitely do better. In this case ... Wu Jiming looked down, and after success, Wu Jitian ... ha.

"Yes." After the general took the weapon, Wu Jiming stood for a while and then sat on the chair in the middle hall.

At this time, Dong Feixue, who was listening by the window, looked at Wu Jiming and told herself nothing. She had some resentment, so she gritted her teeth and sent a martial artist

Follow up, steal a weapon out by the way, and if found, kill directly.

As for Dong Feixue herself, she is of course making a "proof of absence" for herself.

"The courtiers see His Royal Highness Prince." Dong Feixue bent her knees slightly, put her hands on her waist, saluting.

"No courtesy." Wu Jiming made tea, and two cups of tea were soon made.

Dong Feixue slowly got up and stood in front of Wu Jiming.

"Sit down." Wu Jiming put a cup of tea on the other side and picked up another cup himself.

"I don't know why His Royal Highness frowned, why was she worried?" Dong Feixue looked tentatively at Wu Jiming, trying to explore the tone.

"Oh? I don't know where to see it?" Wu Jiming narrowed his eyes, and asked the corner of his mouth slightly.

Dong Feixue froze and did not speak again.

Wu Jiming sipped his tea, watching the silence and night outside the door, and slowly lowered his cup.

"It's late, changing clothes and bathing." Wu Jiming said lightly.

Dong Feixue stepped forward and changed Wu Jiming's clothes.

Dong Feixue was a little unhappy. This old fox is really uncomfortable, but the old scheme is also good.

At the third shift, Dong Feixue quietly got up and changed clothes, and went to the barren side palace.

"How is it?" Dong Feixue asked eagerly.

"Fare to the Crown Prince, everything is fine." The man deliberately suppressed his voice and took out the weapon he had stolen.

The big rock in Dong Feixue's heart fell, and let him follow her quietly with her arms. It was not easy to be suspicious. If she found it, she thought it was the princess.

They took a short route and quickly returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion and came outside Dong Xiangxiang's study.

"Are my father here?" Dong Feixue knocked on the door, her voice particularly loud at night.

"Dong Xiangxiang fell asleep." A servant stood behind and opened his door and said with a smile.

"Anyway, let her in." Dong Yuan's lazy voice came from the room.

"Father." Dong Feixue smiled and nodded at Dong Yuan.

"What's the matter?" Dong Yuan squinted and looked at Dong Feixue. Dong Feixue took three shots. The man in the dark immediately offered his weapon.

"This is it?" Dong Yuan squinted with interest.

"Weapons, the batch made by Wu Jitian and Dong Ling, I sent someone to steal one for his father." Dong Feixue looked at Dong Yuan with a smile.

"Nice, Xueer, you did a good job! It is indeed your father and my good daughter." Dong Yuan also smiled, stroking this precious weapon slowly.

At dawn, the chicken beeped three times.

Wu Jiming got up early, but the person beside him had already left. Wu Jiming did not manage Dong Fei Xue, but just heard the noise outside, as if something happened, remembered

For those weapons, Wu Jieming changed his clothes immediately.

After neatly dressed, they went out.

"What's so noisy?" Wu Jiming introduced some coercive voices into the ears of people outside.

"Wu ... weapon ..." a voice came out.

When Wu Jiming heard it, it really was about weapons. Then raised an eyebrow and grinned.

"Why? Did you grow your legs and run away?" Although Wu Jiming's voice was a bit indifferent, everyone heard the anger in his voice.

Everyone looked at each other, the master was really angry now, and now ... it's really bad to clean up ...

"Someone was robbed last night ..." Wu Jiming interrupted before the military commander finished.

"Robbed? What do I feed you for? Huh?" Wu Jiming stared and looked at the general.

The general also knew it was inappropriate to speak at this time, so he kept silent.

"Take me to see the weapon." Wu Jiming frowned, then opened his lips lightly.

The military general stood up, holding the sword in one hand, and the other hand toward the place where the weapon was placed, making a "please" action.

Place where weapons are placed.

Wu Jiming personally cleared his weapon, and sure enough, one weapon was missing.

Wu Jieming frowned. Last night, Dong Feixue shared a bed with herself. According to her usual, she would definitely get up with herself and wait for herself to dress. But today is so abnormal

Is it because ...

Wu Jiming seemed to think of something. He gritted his teeth and looked like iron and steel, and left his sleeves.

Everyone was surprised that the prince had not disposed of the general.

Wu Jiming went straight to the place where Dong Feixue was.

"Dong Feixue." Wu Jiming gritted his teeth and read the name resentfully.

Soon after, the Prime Minister's House.

"Go and tell the Prime Minister, this Prince is here." Wu Jiming regenerates, knowing that this is the Prime Minister's Mansion, and can't be manipulated at will. The process to go is still to go.

After a while, Dong Yuan and Dong Feixue came out to meet Wu Jiming.

"The prince drove to the cold house and never welcomed him far away. If there is any rudeness, I hope the prince will not remember the villain." Dong Yuan complimented.

"No more, the family is ugly, let's go in and talk about it." Wu Jiming glanced at Dong Feixue with deep helplessness and ... doubt.

The three immediately entered the Prime Minister's Mansion, Dong Feixue and Dong Yuan were speechless all the way, and Wu Jiming just sneered a few times.

The Prime Minister's House.

"Say it." Wu Jiming swept Dong Feixue coldly.

"What did you say?" Dong Feixue did everything, and had to bite the bullet and dress.

"Not to say yet? Hmm? Are you going to let me use lynching?" Wu Jiming's tone cooled down.

Dong Feixue still looked at Wu Jiming with a puzzled look, while Dong Yuan also cooperated with a puzzled look.

"Did you send someone to steal the weapon?" Wu Jiming asked, looking at Dong Feixue's eyes.

"... What weapon?" Dong Feixue froze for a moment, still confused.

"Don't admit it?" Wu Jiming narrowed his eyes, the meaning of threat was obvious.

"Not me! I didn't do anything! I was passed back by my father very early." Dong Feixue bit her upper lip and said.

Dong Yuan nodded quickly.

Wu Jiming narrowed his eyes again, apparently disbelieving.

"Will it be ... it's Wu Jitian who cut corners and stole the money that His Royal Highness gave them, and then the craftsmen really don't have the money to build weapons, so one weapon is missing?

"Dong Feixue immediately thought about a lie.

Sure enough, if a man lied, he would have to round up this panic with countless panics.

Wu Jiming froze and looked at Dong Feixue's firm eyes, his heart began to shake.