Then he saw Qi Huo rolling up his sleeves, pouring out the yellow mud on the ground, adding water to it. When adding water, he bent down and took a few sips. When swallowing, he shook his head, "It's not as delicious as ice water."

He looked back at Tang Yang, "Get another piece of ice to chew and play with me."

Tang Yang had no choice but to ask someone to go again. After a while, he took a large piece of ice and pinched a piece on the corner of the ice. The ice was very hard. He broke it apart with just a little bit, and put it in his mouth.

"It's delicious!" After hearing him say it, a crisp sound came from his mouth.

Yuan Qingling and the children also came to the door. Seeing him eating ice like this, a fire broke out in his heart inexplicably. He walked in like a devil, "Press me up!"

As soon as she said this, she was stunned. Yuwenhao hurriedly stood up and wanted to pull her away, but saw Qi Huo looking at her with a smile: "Yes, okay!"

He broke it casually and broke it up for Yuan Qingling. Yuan Qingling hurriedly put it into his mouth, showing a look of satisfaction as much as Qi Huo. When Qi Huo saw this, the corners of his lips raised and smiled happily.

When everyone looked at this strange scene, they actually had the urge to break a piece of ice and eat it.

Yu Wenhao still pulled Yuan Qingling back and asked Tang Yang to clear the scene again. Although he didn't know what this person was going to do, the enemy was a friend. I still don't know that it was still better. The fewer people were there, the better.

The fire was rubbing the yellow mud, and his palms were rubbing and rubbing on the yellow mud, and it soon became soft. The yellow mud was very sticky and seemed more elastic under his hands. He suddenly turned around and looked at Yu Wenhao, staring at him intently. Yu Wenhao felt a little nervous and muttered: "What are you looking at?"

Qihuo didn't say anything, turned his head over and began to squeeze the muddy clay.

His hands were very fast, and his movements rose and fell like a phantom. In just a moment, he pinched out a prototype, and everyone looked at it, like a head.

Seeing this, the Fourth Master couldn't help but smile sarcastically, "Isn't Zun Jia trying to pinch his head and pretend to be the prince, right? The Qin family in Beimo is famous for being smart. If they can give you millions of gold without distinguishing between real and fake heads?"

Qi Huo didn't raise his head and said lightly: "What do you mean is that I should take the real head?"

With one sentence, the Fourth Master was so blocked that he couldn't speak. Yuwen Hao and his wife, Xu Yi and his wife, and Tang Yang all saw it. It was the first time that he didn't give the Fourth Master face so much, and he said in unison: "Shut up!"

The Fourth Master closed his mouth, but there was still an expression of incredibility on his face, thinking that this action was too stupid. As expected, a person with developed limbs had a simple head. His martial arts skills were so good that he was destined to have a low IQ.

Qihuo didn't care about him and continued to pinch it. The main hall was silent. No one spoke or opened the door to walk out, wanting to see what this person looked like in the end.

After about half an hour, it finally took shape, with eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and it was indeed five or sixty minutes like Yu Wenhao, but people made of soil will dry after they are thoroughly dry and the similarity will be greatly reduced.

At this moment, even Xu Yi couldn't help but say, "No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a real head."

"What do you know? It's like burning."

"But it's too dry, not even hair."

Qi Tou finally settled his ears, pinched out his earlobe, and then raised his head to look at Xu Yi, "After people die, they have to do it. Do you want to try to cut off your head for a few days and see what it will look like?"

Xu Yi took a step back and shook his head in horror, he didn't want to.

Qihuo picked up the head and handed it to Tang Yang, "Take it into the kiln, and after it is burned, take a few drops of blood from the prince and pour it into the Tianling cushion."

"Can this work?" Tang Yang was still a little alert at this moment, but he was not as nervous as before, because if this person wanted to kill the prince, he would have done it long ago, and there was no need to squeeze the soil and barbecue.

"I don't know, it's my first time doing it." Qi Huo said lightly.

Yu Wenhao was a little interested in seeing what the head looked like when it was burned, so he asked Tang Yang to do it according to his words.

Tang Yang took off his outer clothes and covered the head and hugged him out. Although he was a clay figure, he looked like the prince. When Tang Yang carried him out, everyone felt strange.

Qi Huo sat down. He looked at Yuan Qingling, his eyes gradually fell on her belly, and asked, "How long will my disciple be born?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned, disciple?

Yuwen Hao immediately pulled Yuan Qingling back to his side and sat down, and said lightly: "Why did the Lord say this?"

Qi Huo was stunned for a moment, "My disciple, the one in the Crown Princess's belly is my disciple. Don't you know?"

"We really don't know." Yu Wenhao was a little angry. Although this person is very skilled in martial arts, his child is his. He who is a father doesn't know about this. Who promised it?

Qi Huo was a little angry, "Didn't you agree? I agreed that the child in the princess's belly was my disciple, so I was willing to come here."

Yuan Qingling heard some smell, "Who did you agree to?"

"Zhen Yifeng."

Who is Zhen Yifeng? Everyone looked at each other and had never heard of this name.

Qi Huo looked at everyone's shocked faces and couldn't sit still, "This is Bei Tang, right?"

"It's Northern Tang!" Xu Yi said.

"Then is the Chu Prince's Mansion?" He looked at Yu Wenhao, "Are you the prince of Northern Tang Yu Wenhao?"

"Yes, that's right, but we don't know Zhen Yifeng!" Yuwen Hao looked at him suspiciously, thinking that he was pretending to be crazy but could not see any traces. He was indeed angry when he looked at him.

Yuan Qingling asked, "Who is Zhen Yifeng?"

Qi Huo seemed to remember his title here and said hurriedly: "Prince Anfeng!"

"Prince Anfeng?" Yu Wenhao felt relieved and explained: "Prince Anfeng is not called Zhen Yifeng, his name is Yu Wen Xiao."

"Is that true?" Qi Huo looked suspicious, as if he thought that Prince Anfeng was named Zhen Yifeng instead of Yuwen Xiao.

It was said that it was sent by Prince Anfeng, Yu Wenhao's heart fell to the ground and his hostility towards Qihuo disappeared. Unexpectedly, Prince Anfeng also arranged so many things while accompanying him to the battle.

He admired Prince Anfeng very much. When Qihuo said his name, he suddenly felt that the clay sculpture's head could really get away with it.

Yuan Qingling asked about his relationship with Prince Anfeng, and Qi Huo said frankly that he was not very familiar with him, but he knew him. He had always wanted to accept a disciple. Prince Anfeng sent someone to find him a few days ago and asked him to trick the gold from the Qin family in Beimo, and then promised to point the child in the womb of the crown princess to him as his disciple.

"But, what can I do if the people of Beimo are not deceived?" asked the Fourth Master.
Chapter completed!