Turkic Smoke 151 Prince Fusang surrenders

Style: Historical Author: Muchen YuanzhiWords: 2382Update Time: 24/01/12 16:53:54
I lost! "

Although he had not arrived at the palace, Prince Fuso's whole body was numb. He felt that although Tang Ping was lazily leaning on the fence, every time he looked over, he seemed to have seen through all his premeditated plans.

No matter what kind of trap you set, it can be perfectly cracked by the other party.

It's like there is a big invisible net around you. Although you can't see it, you can feel the shrinking pressure.

This invisible pressure is even more frightening than the visible pressure.

He took a deep breath, as if he had said the words of admitting defeat, and then his whole body relaxed.

Tang Ping didn't expect that the opponent would give up just now. He could only say that the AI ​​Go he connected to was so powerful that it was worthy of defeating the top national players of the Three Kingdoms in modern times.

"Yinshan Hou wins!"

"Yinshan Hou wins!"

The wealthy businessmen in Chang'an who were watching from a distance finally began to cheer at this time.

The way they were waving their arms high did not match their status and age at all, but they hugged each other happily.

Because Tang Ping represents the Tang Dynasty.

"Did Yinshanhou win?"

The people downstairs first vaguely heard the sound coming from upstairs, and they couldn't believe it. You know, it didn't take much time from the beginning of the game. How could you win?

Until the waiter in Xihe Building ran out with a red face and shouted: "Yinshan Hou wins."

They dare to believe that all this is true.

Then everyone started cheering, and the whole street was happily shouting that Yinshanhou had won.

Tang Ping, who was leaning on the railing, turned his head and glanced downstairs, then put away his cell phone.

If he hadn't been too arrogant in his young life, he wouldn't be so ungrateful. Even though the Fuso Prince upstairs seemed to be very dignified, his mustachioed subordinate downstairs would denigrate anyone who came out.

It would be fine if he only harmed the chess players, but not only did he harm the chess players, he also wanted to belittle Datang while promoting Fusang.

Tang Ping couldn't bear this anymore. For him, Datang was his country in this era.

No matter how bad the Tang Dynasty is, the people of the Tang Dynasty themselves know how to make it better, so it’s your turn to make irresponsible remarks in these small days?

That's why he came to teach the other party a lesson like this.

"Your Highness, this... belongs to me, right?" Tang Ping pointed to the chessboard and chess pieces on the table.

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Prince Fusang didn't dare to default on his debt at this time, no matter how much he didn't want to. You must know that the one he was betting against was the Marquis of Yinshan of the Tang Dynasty, one of the most favored descendants of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty.

"Yes, I lost!" Prince Fuso glanced at the chessboard with some reluctance, and then left with one of his attendants.

When Tang Ping asked Lao Cui to wrap up the chessboard and come downstairs, he heard everyone starting to cheer for him.

"Yinshan Hou, well done!"

"Yinshan Hou, great!"

The people in Chang'an were too enthusiastic, so Tang Ping could only nod and thank him, and then heard a coquettish cry.

"Yinshan Hou, do you still take concubines?"

Tang Ping almost lost his balance, staggered, and then said with some embarrassment: "Um... Shanghe Village, there is still something to do, so I will leave first. Xihelou dessert is free today. If you want to try it, you can Line up here to get it!"

After saying that, he quickly ran away.

Women in this era have high status and are very courageous. It is too cruel to ask yourself whether you want to take a concubine before you are even married.

When I returned to the convenience store in Shanghe Village, I found Cui'er sneaking around at the door.

"Tui'er, what are you looking at?"

"Young Master Tang... No, should I call you Prince Consort?" Cuier asked doubtfully.

"Husband-in-law..." Tang Ping didn't expect such a title to fall on him. He thought that most of the movies and TV shows didn't seem to have positive characters with this title, and he was not used to hearing it, so he still said: " You can still call me Young Master, and from now on... you can also call me Young Master."

"Okay, I'll call you Young Master. Young Master, you don't know how much effort we put into sneaking out. It's not like there is a tunnel in Fuyang City to allow us to come out..."

When she talked about Fuyang City, her expression darkened. It was the place where she and Wang Qingluan grew up, but now they couldn't even go back.

Even the usually heartless Cui'er has such moments. You can imagine how Wang Qingluan feels.

Tang Ping rubbed Cui'er's head: "Okay, Xiaoluo has made a new snack. If you don't try it, it must be something you have never tasted before."

When she heard about the food, Cui'er immediately became energetic, agreed, and jumped into the kitchen.

When Tang Ping came upstairs, he saw Wang Qingluan sitting on his bed reading a book. The sun was shining slantly on Wang Qingluan, who was dressed in ancient costume.

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, seems exceptionally harmonious.

If it weren't for the fact that Wang Qingluan was holding a comic book called "One Rider Single Thousand".

Since the two decided to get married, Tang Ping's bedroom was naturally open to Wang Qingluan, but she didn't expect that with so many comics in the bookcase, she would choose this one.

When Wang Qingluan saw Tang Ping coming back, he actually raised his hand and said, "You painted Guan Yu and Zhang Fei as women, so no one cares about it?"

Tang Ping blushed a little when he looked at Guan Yu on the cover holding the Qinglong Yanyue Sword under the headlights of a car.

He coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment, and then said: "This... was actually drawn there when I was young. It is the Fusang Kingdom of Prince Fusang who was very arrogant in Chang'an City these days."

"Is it Fusang?" Wang Qingluan nodded. Of course she knew the Fusang Kingdom. After all, one of the objects of East Vietnam's maritime trade was Fusang.

And the main reason why they are manufacturing so many new warships is to target Fuso Kingdom's increasingly powerful navy.

"By the way, I heard that you went to deal with that Fuso Prince today. Did you win?"

"Hey, of course I won, even though I cheated!" Tang Ping said with a smile, then looked at his watch: "I was afraid of missing the time we agreed on, so I took care of him in a few seconds!"

After saying this, I felt extremely proud.

Then he pointed to the closet: "Your clothes are in the closet. You change them. I'll go to the bathroom outside to change mine!"

After that, I took two pieces of clothes and went out.

Today is the day the two agreed to return to modern times again.

After Tang Ping finished changing his clothes, he came to the door of the room, knocked gently and asked, "How are you? Have you changed?"

"Okay, can you come in?"

When Tang Ping went in, he saw Wang Qingluan wearing a shirt and trousers. She also casually pulled up her hair and tied it into a bun on the top of her head.

"Why...are you wearing this clothes?" Because this shirt belonged to Tang Ping, he did not expect that Wang Qingluan did not choose the women's clothes he bought for her, but wore his own shirt, which looked very neutral.

"What? Doesn't it look good?"

Wang Qingluan frowned and looked in the mirror.

"It looks good, hehe!" Tang Ping said honestly, then hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand: "Let's go back!"

Today is the second modern date the two of them have agreed to have.

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