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Chapter 1945 Mausoleum Palace, is it going to change owners in the future?

Nie Qingwu also looked at the small holes on the ground.

The princess said that a more powerful one could be made... Although he didn't really believe it, it might not be impossible.

If something more powerful than a thunderbolt is actually created, it would be really dangerous.

There is no danger to people in their palace, and there is no need for powerful weapons.

If you live in a girl's house, you can just embroider flowers and raise fish in your room. What kind of research and development are you doing?

"Your Majesty, my subordinates are going to order people to destroy the princess's design studio." Nie Qingqing was afraid that there would be serious consequences.

Although it is foreseeable that the princess will cry with snot and tears, it is better than if something happens in the future and everyone will regret it.

Chu Dongling's eyes also fell on the so-called design room.

If it is torn down...then the girl will definitely cry miserably.

He didn't respond, and Nie Wuqing didn't dare to make the decision without permission.

The prince's eyes seemed to be directed at the strange thing not far away...

Nie Qingqing said hurriedly: "This is what General Wen Qian said, bicycle."

In fact, he also wanted to know how to use this bicycle.

Unfortunately, after Wen Qian called him "Xiao Qianqian", he asked the prince to order him to be thrown out.

Later, out of curiosity, Nie Qingqing asked Yun Tianjing.

Tian Jing said, this is called a bicycle and it is fun to drive.

Don't know how to open it.

Chu Dongling walked towards the bicycle.

Nie Qingqing immediately reported the information he had learned to him: "Your Majesty, this bicycle can be driven by sitting on it. It is said that you can put two feet on it and spin forward in circles..."

But Nie Qingwu later shut up.

This kind of thing played by children, if you said it so excitedly in front of the prince, the prince thought he also wanted to play it, right?

But he, a dignified seven-foot-tall man, the most capable lieutenant beside the prince! He is cautious and steady in his conduct, how could he want to play with this little thing?

Although, I am indeed a little curious...

"My lord, do you want to... try?"

"Do you have anything else?" Chu Dongling turned around and glanced at him lightly.

Nie Qingqing was stunned for a moment. Is the prince trying to drive him away?

"Um... my subordinate is fine." He was not allowed to see the power of this bicycle, which was a little disappointing.

"This design office... just doesn't allow her to make anything lethal anymore."

Chu Dongling picked up the bicycle and studied it carefully.

He only gave Nie Qingqing a few indifferent words: "No need to tear it down, that girl will cry."

Nie Wuqing was deeply moved by these words.

The prince actually cares about the tears of a little girl.

Alas! Your Majesty, it seems that he has really changed recently, and he has changed very quickly!

"Yes, I understand. I'm resigning." Nie Qingqing turned around and walked a few steps when he suddenly remembered something.

He looked back at the prince with a strange expression on his face: "Your Majesty, that..."

He hesitated for a moment and then said: "The princess is staying in your bedroom tonight, but she... locked it from the inside."

Chu Dongling's eyes darkened slightly.

That girl is really difficult to deal with.

He actually kicked him out of his bedroom!

He has lived for more than twenty years and has never been treated so rudely.

"Send this king a sweater to the study."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The prince sleeps in the study, except for the days when he stays up all night reviewing letters, this is the first time.

It's not because of doing things, but because... I'm not popular with the princess...

Will their mausoleum palace change its owner in the future?

So amazing!


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