After eating and drinking, Li Yuanqing came to the top of the city. Zhang Pan had just gotten up, stretching and yawning.

Seeing Li Yuanqing coming, Zhang Pan couldn't help but laugh, "Yuanqing, look, look over there."

Li Yuanqing hurriedly looked in the direction of Zhang Pan's finger at the Houjin camp.

At this time, the rain had slowed down a lot, and the pattering was like beads. Although the sky was a little gloomy, the visibility was very high.

In the direction of the Houjin Army camp, there was a lot of noise and a surging flow of people, constantly coming and going. To the east, there was faint black smoke rising.

Although they couldn't see the details clearly, it was obvious that they had not yet finished dealing with the impact of last night's explosion.

Li Yuanqing couldn't help but smile. At this time, the expression on the old slave's face must be very wonderful. He didn't know that the unlucky slave would be in bad luck again.

Although Li Yuanqing doesn't like Lao Nu's chrysanthemums, it is undeniable that this method is both direct and most effective...

"Haha. Brother Zhang, are there any envoys coming from Houjin today?"

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Chapter completed!