I'm a useless prince, so what if I know a little bit of chemistry?

The spring waves are rippling, the warblers are flying and the grass is growing.

This is a good time for an outing, especially in the south, where the scenery is full of vitality and is refreshing.

Lin Fan was in a good mood at this time. There were still fifteen miles to Pingyang City, so the three of them walked there.

Looking at Lin Fan's appearance, if Chu Hu hadn't known about it, it would have been hard to tell that he was going to Pingyang City to rob the execution ground.

Instead, he looks more like a young man going out for an outing.

Zhang Guangzhi, who was standing aside, also had a leisurely and contented look on his face, just like a god descending from the heavens. He and Lin Fan were appreciating the surrounding scenery together.

"Master Zhang, didn't you shout that you wanted to save people? Why are you not in a hurry but instead leisurely?" Chu Hu asked in a hoarse voice.

"Haha, General Chu, what should you call me when you are outside?" Zhang Guangzhi said, stroking his goatee.

Chu Hu looked at Lin Fan for help.

But Lin Fan pretended not to see it and just admired the beautiful scenery.

Seeing that Lin Fan didn't help him, Chu Hu became a little discouraged and called out very reluctantly, "Master."

"Well, good boy, this is a good disciple." Zhang Guangzhi said with a smile.

Seeing that Chu Hu was about to get angry, Zhang Guangzhi didn't intend to tease him anymore, so he explained: "What is our identity now?"

"Of course I'm here to save people." Chu Hu replied.

Zhang Guangzhi rolled his eyes at Chu Hu and ignored the rude warrior. He continued chatting with Lin Fan as if they were old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years.

Through chatting, Zhang Guangzhi also discovered that Lin Fan was extremely talented and seemed to know something about everything in the world.

As they chatted, the two started talking about poetry, and Zhang Guangzhi was stunned by a few lines of poetry that Lin Fan casually said.

Chu Hu came over to join in the fun and said to Zhang Guangzhi, "Master Zhang, you don't have much experience, do you? My master was in Luoshui at that time, but he even conquered the most beautiful woman."

Zhang Guangzhi deliberately squeezed Chu Hu and said, "Your master is talented, what does it have to do with a simple guy like you?"

Chu Hu was naturally dissatisfied and retorted: "So what? My Lord is famous, so can't I just take advantage of him? Besides, who says I'm a rough guy? I can write poems, Lord, don't you think so?"

Chu Hu said this while winking at Lin Fan frantically.

Lin Fan found it funny and said, "Yes, Fatty can indeed write poetry."

Chu Hu smiled proudly and said, "Did you hear that? I can also write poetry."

Zhang Guangzhi naturally didn't believe it, and immediately said to Chu Hu.

"In that case, I will not let you compose a poem in seven steps. How about letting you walk fifty steps?"

"Just one step."

Chu Hu agreed immediately, but then he started to worry again. He had originally planned to recite the poem that the Marquis had told him before, but he found that he had forgotten it.

Just when Chu Hu was in great trouble, he looked up and saw a huge tree branch, and an idea came to him.

"What a huge branch!"

Zhang Guangzhi was stunned and looked in the direction Chu Hu raised his head.

Sure enough, he saw a huge tree branch, but Zhang Guangzhi was extremely confused. He asked Chu Hu to write a poem, so why did he talk about the tree branch?

Chu Hu imitated Lin Fan's way of writing poetry and said with great emotion: "Oh my god!"

Before Zhang Guangzhi could react, Chu Hu shouted, "Oh my god, what a big branch."

Zhang Guangzhi was stunned and asked, "I asked you to write a poem, why are you shouting nonsense?"

Chu Hu smiled and said, "I'm done."

Zhang Guangzhi stood there in a daze, thinking about it carefully.

"What a big branch.

Oh my god.

Oh my goodness,

What a big branch."

"Is this poetry? This is totally disrespectful!"

Zhang Guangzhi roared angrily, but Lin Fan and Chu Hu had already walked away quickly.

"My Lord, what do you think of this poem I wrote?"

"Good, keep up the good work." Lin Fan said with a smile.

"Don't call you Marquis anymore, otherwise you will be easily exposed." Lin Fan warned Chu Hu.

"Then what should you do?" Chu Hu asked.

"Um, just call me Young Master or Sir." Lin Fan said happily.

"Sir, it's better to take a fake name, otherwise you will have an explanation when you are interrogated." Zhang Guangzhi said seriously.

"Uh...just call him Zhao Zilong?" Lin Fan blurted out.

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The three men arrived at the Pingyang city gate soon after. They seemed to be worried that people from the Western Wei Dynasty would come to rob the execution ground, so the inspection was particularly strict.

No matter how strict the rules were, they could not overcome human greed. Lin Fan stuffed a few gold bars in, and immediately stopped making things difficult for him and quickly let him go.

Pingyang City is bustling with people coming and going, and seems extremely prosperous.

The three of them first found a restaurant to fill their stomachs.

After going up to the second floor, the three of them found a seat by the window. Lin Fan and Zhang Guangzhi looked out the window, observing the streets around them.

Soon, the two of them locked onto the location of the execution ground.

It was an intersection with busy streets on all sides. It would be very easy to get through tomorrow.

Also because the streets were interconnected, although Lin Fan and Zhang Guangzhi had already determined the location of the execution ground, they still had to carefully consider the retreat route.

After a simple meal, the three of them went out to the street, ready to personally observe and choose the best escape route.

Even if they couldn't decide on a route for the time being, they had to find a safe place to stay.

The three of them wandered around for the entire afternoon, looking for a route while also searching for traces of Xiang Long and the others.

"Could it be that the idiots haven't arrived yet?" Chu Hu asked in a low voice.

Lin Fan shook his head to express his disapproval.

Xiang Long set out before me, and now I'm here. With Xiang Long's temper, how could he not be here yet?

"They are probably hiding in some secret place. Don't worry. If they find us, they will definitely contact us." Lin Fan whispered.

On the way back to the inn, Lin Fan was suddenly hugged by a beggar's thighs. He started begging at the top of his lungs: "Please give me some food. I'm almost starving. Please, sir, give me some food."

Lin Fan, who was hugged by the beggar, was not angry at all. Instead, he felt happy.

Although Lin Fan couldn't see the beggar's dirty face clearly, the voice sounded familiar. Wasn't it Xiang Long himself?

"Xiang..." Chu Hu was about to blurt out, but he immediately reacted and cursed:

"A beggar like you dares to block my master's way? I'll kick you to death, you bastard!"

As Chu Hu said this, he actually kicked Xiang Long, who was dressed as a beggar, and knocked him to the ground.

"Uncle, please give me some food. I'm almost starving to death." After Xiang Long fell to the ground, he struggled to get up, knelt in front of Lin Fan, and said pitifully.

There were already quite a few people gathered around watching the fun, talking about what was happening at once, and some were even planning to report to the police.

Chu Hu was about to take action, but Lin Fan quickly stopped him.

Lin Fan saw clearly just now that Chu Hu really used a lot of force when he kicked Xiang Long. Lin Fan was afraid that the two would have a conflict because of this, so he naturally stopped him.

"Sir, I feel sorry for you, so I'm giving you a meal."

Lin Fan took out two large coins and threw them on the ground, then walked into the inn without looking back.