Chapter 455 Prince Ying

Fang Yun's wings were shaken, and the violent space storm immediately swept out, pulling out the underground gold veins. At the same time, a strong space storm polished out the impurities in it. The rest of the gold turned into a dragon composed of gold and was put into the space bag by Fang Yun.

This piece seems to be extremely rich in gold. Fang Yun scanned the sky, and then took a few golden dragons from the ground and put them into the space bag.

"It's time to go."

Fang Yun's wings were shaken, and he was about to leave Dayingzhou and return to Middle-earth.

"Little marquis, please stay."

At this moment, the void twisted in front of Fang Yun. The man in white Confucian clothes appeared in front of Fang Yun out of thin air. The man's skin was fair-skinned, with two eight-character beards on his lips, and his body showed the temperament of a Confucian scribe.

"Huh?" Fang Yun stopped, his eyes flashed, and said coldly, "What's the matter?"

A trace of fear passed through the eyes of the middle-aged scribe and said carefully, "This is the son of Marquis Fang Fang, the little marquis Fang Yun. My crown prince is invited.

I hope the little marquis can come to the East Palace to get together.

"The crown prince?" Fang Yun's eyes narrowed slightly, and a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes: "The crown prince of Da Yingzhou?"

"It's my master. Please ask the little marquis to move together."

The middle-aged scribe said cautiously.

In ancient times, Kunpeng ate dragons. In addition to his strong strength, he was not easy to provoke. Although the person in front of him hadn't done it yet, it was hard to guarantee that he was unhappy and immediately killed him.

"I'm not interested!"

Fang Yun sneered and didn't bother to pay attention to him. With a wave of wings, it immediately wrapped in endless clouds and disappeared into the sky.

"Can't even be invited by the peacock?"

The middle-aged scribe suddenly shouted in the direction of Fang Yun's disappearance.

"Do you want to rest?"

A rumbling voice sounded beside the middle-aged scribe. In the blink of an eye, a rolling dark cloud appeared in the sky. But the next moment, this rolling cloud came out in front of the middle-aged scribe.

Fang Yun left and returned, with a pair of cold eyes staring at the middle-aged scribe, which was extremely sharp. It seems that as long as he said one word wrong, he immediately tore him to pieces.

When he was still a fetal warrior, his father, Sifanghou, sent peacocks to protect himself. Few people know about this. Even if someone knows that they have such a guard around them, they usually don't know her name.

The other party called out the name of the peacock, obviously - know what the name means to himself.

In the face of Fang Yun's murderous intent, the middle-aged scribe was not surprised, but was extremely happy and gratified. He brushed his beard. The middle-aged scribe took out a golden dagger from his sleeve and said with a smile, "Little marquis, you should have an impression of this dagger!"

Seeing this dagger, Fang Yun looked pale. This was obviously the golden dagger that the peacock never left. Somehow it appeared in the hands of this middle-aged scribe.

Fang Yun's heart sank, and the murderous intention was hidden in his eyes. But he did not act rashly. The peacock is the guard sent by his father to himself. With his father's ability, there is no reason. Someone can take people away from his hands. Especially when he was taken away by Ying people, there are more problems.

"Where did you get this dagger?"

Fang Yun said in a cold voice.

"Don't worry, little marquis. We are friends and enemies! If you want to know the origin of this sword, please follow me.

The middle-aged scribe laughed and said, and after saying that, the sleeve robe swayed, stepped into the void and quickly disappeared. Humph! I'd like to see what you do!"

Fang Yun shook his wings and immediately followed the middle-aged scribe and left for the south of Dayingzhou. Kunpeng is very keen on space. Although this middle-aged scribe is hidden in space and space and can't be seen by the naked eye, he can't hide Kunpeng's perception. Even as long as he wants, he can set off a storm around him in an instant and swallow him into it.

There are many strong people in Dayingzhou, but Fang Yun has Kunpeng's blood and the clock of heaven and earth. He is confident that even if he can't beat him, it's no problem to escape when he sees that the situation is wrong. I'm not afraid that they will make trouble. More importantly, hao123.se Fang Yun really wants to know why the peacock's golden dagger appeared in the hands of these people.

In the south of Dayingzhou, three thousand miles from the coast, stands a valley. The outer part of the valley is full of cherry blossoms and fragrant arrays. Many well-dressed and tidal-like Yingzhou warriors pressed their scabbards and hid under the cherry trees. He swept around with an alert look.

The worst of these warriors outside the valleys are celestial. And the part of the valley stands on top of the ancient and quaint buildings. A monk in a black monk's clothes with a quiet look sat cross-legged on it, chanting scriptures in his mouth, motionless.

These Ying people are the peak of the celestial phenomena, most of them are the strong from Tianchong first grade to the second grade, and a small number of strong people from Tianchong third grade.

This is where the East Palace of the Crown Prince of Yingzhou is located! Without the crown prince's permission, no one can get close to here.

"What kind of person!"

A monk with a solemn look and is reciting Buddhist scriptures in English, "It's me! This is the person the crown prince wants to meet. Everyone is in their respective positions!"

A clear voice floated down from the top of his head. A shadow crossed the top of the valley and sank into the valley. Immediately after that, with a "hoo", the sky and the earth suddenly darkened, but in the blink of an eye, everything returned to normal.

Inside the valley, it is completely different from outside the valley.

The most popular cherry blossoms are planted in the valley, but in the valley is the middle-earth Shenzhou, which is the most admired plum blossoms by Confucianism. I don't know what spells are used. These plums that should not have been opened in this season, blooming, or pink or white, and stand on the branches.

Just in the middle of the plum blossom forest, a row of Chinese and Confucian-style buildings stands in it.

A clear lake, plum blossoms full of open trees, beautiful women under the shuttle tree, and a row of solemn and generous mid-earth buildings... In this distant big Yingzhou, a harmonious, extremely middle-earth-style picture has been created!

With a soft sound, the middle-aged scribe gently fell in front of the steps of a building, half kneeling and looking respectfully: "Your Highness, the guest has been brought to -7!"

"Wow!"

The wind roared, and the sky suddenly darkened. Then Fang Yun, dressed in gorgeous clothes, stood proudly and appeared in the valley. A cool feeling came from under my feet. Fang Yun glanced at it casually and found that the ground in the valley was made of white jade and pasted with a layer. It looks very clean.

"Wow!"

The wooden door was pushed open, and a young man in gorgeous clothes, noble temperament and handsome stood at the door with his hands behind his back and smiling: "I've been waiting for a long time, little marquis, please come in!"

Fang Yun glanced at the prince of the wilderness. This man is about twenty-five or six years old. The skin is moist and well maintained.

At the first sight of this person, Fang Yun's impression was that he was handsome. This Yinghuang crown prince has a natural appearance that attracts women, which makes many women feel ashamed. To some extent, this kind of beauty is really too big, thus revealing a little feminine feeling. The second impression is nobility, respect and elegance. The crown prince showed a mellow royal temperament from his bones. Fang Yun could feel that he seemed to be extremely proud of his own bloodline, exuding a sense of superiority from his bones.

He wears very simple clothes. He doesn't wear ordinary royal children, but often wears a robe. Just the noble temperament emanating without any advice completely suppressed Liu Xiu, the prince Fang Yun had seen.

The only one who can compete with him is the thirteenth prince Liu Che. However, Liu Che is not as handsome as the crown prince in terms of appearance!

Fang Yun didn't say anything, brushed his sleeves, and walked in with a plain look on the steps.

The strength of this crown prince is not very high, about the second grade of Tianchong. Even if Fang Yun recovers his body, he can stand with him for a while with the power of 34 heavenly dragons and the clock of heaven and earth. If you change Kunpeng, you can kill him directly.

"Go in and talk about it."

When Fang Yun walked to the Prince Ying, he stopped, said a word, and then stepped into the room.

"Hehe, please!"

Prince Ying smiled, then returned to the main seat and sat down on the futon.

At the table, wine and dishes have been prepared. The glass of wine is not a small white porcelain cup commonly used by Ying people, but a bronze wine bottle often seen in the imperial banquet of the Middle-earth Palace. The dishes are also in the style of Middle-earth.

Fang Yun glanced at the room casually and immediately noticed a book not far from the hands of the Prince Yinghuang. There are two words written on the book's book. 0

Fang Yun was slightly surprised. The Theory of Policy HAO123 Chinese Network is a book written by Daru of the previous dynasty. The content is so profound that ordinary Confucian students can't understand it. Legend has it that with the demise of the previous dynasty, this book has long been lost in the flames of war, but I didn't expect that the prince of Yinghuang would get it.

Fang Yun was thinking about what was on his mind, and he heard the prince of Yinghuang with a smile and said, "The name of the little marquis is like thunder, like the palace for a long time. This time, I heard that the little marquis came to Da Yingzhou, and I had already wanted to see him. Today, I finally got my wish. It's really a great pleasure. Ten pairs, the little marquis may not know my name yet. He is in Zi Cen.

Fang Yun's current identity** is still the registered general of the Ministry of War. He didn't want to have too much communication with the prince. He waved his hand and said coldly, "The prince doesn't need to say more. You and I have no intersection. I don't mean to climb high. The prince should tell me the origin of the golden dagger!"

The crown prince "Zi Cen" was stunned, and then smiled and said, "Hahaha, little marquis. I think I should have told you before you came. We are friends but enemies. However, you are in such a hurry. Then I'll call my sister-in-law."

"Papa!"

The crown prince's palm stroked and made a crisp sound =\"Sister) Come out!! Come and see you one by one, your former master!"