The male partner is wearing it quickly, paranoid villain, why are you locking me up?

The Yue royal family waited for a long time but did not wait for the envoy to return. Unable to control their restlessness, they sent people out to search and found several corpses not far from the city gate.

The corpse was highly decomposed and smelly, but the clothes on the body were obvious and highly distinguishable, and one could tell at a glance that it was the envoy sent by them.

The word "bitch" was deliberately written on the deceased's chest. This was clearly an insult to the country of Yue!

The monarch of the Yue Kingdom was furious when he received the news of his death. However, the place of death was not within the territory of Li Kingdom. In addition, the first warrior was dead and he suffered heavy losses. He had to swallow his bad breath.

After Song Jiu came back, he found that the emperor was a little strange. He didn't seem to like kissing and hugging him as much as before.

And there is always a strange smell permeating the body, like a combination of Chinese medicine and rust, which is very unpleasant.

The emperor's coldness and alienation made Song Jiu even more clingy.

"Xiao Jiu, please stop being naughty. I still have so many memorials that I haven't corrected yet. Be good." The emperor once again peeled off the naughty kitten, his doting tone somewhat helpless.

Song Jiu felt strange in his heart. It was clear that before he did this, the emperor always chose to be tolerant and would not say a word of blame, let alone scold him like he was doing now.

The kitten was lost in thought and failed to notice that the emperor's hand holding the pen suddenly trembled nervously, then forcibly stabilized it, pretending to be nonchalant.

The emperor turned and touched the kitten's head, as if he had read through his mind, and comforted him: "Government affairs have been more difficult recently, so I am a little tired, Xiaojiu, don't think too much."

Is that right?

Song Jiu raised his head and looked at the faint dark circles under the emperor's eyes, gradually dispelling his suspicion.

"I heard that General Zhao has collected all kinds of pastries from all over the world and wants to invite you to taste them at his house. Will Xiaojiu go?"

The emperor changed the subject without changing his expression and used dessert as bait.

Sure enough, when the kitten heard that there were many desserts to eat, her ears trembled with excitement, and she meowed immediately in agreement.

The emperor stood up and walked out, but suddenly he became dizzy and fell to the ground. The cat was tightly protected in his arms and was not hurt at all.

Song Jiu reacted and shouted around the man anxiously.

Manager Lin quickly helped the emperor to the chair: "Your Majesty is diligent in government affairs, and it is inevitable that your body will be damaged and your qi and blood will be insufficient. Just replenish it. Don't worry too much, young master. I will bring you the ginseng soup right now." "

Lack of energy and blood? That should be anemia.

Song Jiu quickly picked up his favorite pastry, walked slowly to the emperor, and gave him a signal.

The emperor understood what the kitten meant, smiled lowly, picked up the kitten with both hands, and ate it like this. Finally, he stretched out his tongue and licked the cat's mouth.

There was an unfinished expression on his pale face.

It’s just a pastry, is it necessary to be so astringent? Song Jiu felt that he was being teased, his face turned red, and he shouted in dissatisfaction, "I'm worried about you, but you are teasing me."

Humph, I won’t play with you anymore.

The kitten tilted its head in annoyance, avoiding the man's blazing gaze.

"Don't be angry. If you get angry, I will feel bad." The emperor coughed several times as he spoke.

A pair of cat eyes looked over worriedly, seeing the teasing smile on the corner of the emperor's mouth, Song Jiu gritted his teeth, feeling that he was making a joke.

The cat turned around, jumped off the desk, and ran out of the palace.

Seeing the kitten disappear from sight, the emperor's mouth flattened, he turned his head and spat out a pool of blood with no expression on his face.

The headache was getting worse and worse, and his hands were shaking uncontrollably. He, who had always been a strategist, was afraid in his heart that he would die one day and let Maoer be bullied by others.

This body cannot be repaired.

His body was damaged, and the toxins remaining in his body had not been eliminated. The imperial doctor diagnosed him as having only a few years to live.

The nourishing effect of thousand-year-old ginseng is better than nothing, and drinking it is a waste. It is better not to drink it.

"Take it away, drinking it will not help." The emperor brushed away the hot ginseng soup in Manager Lin's hand, lay back on the chair, closed his eyes and quietly felt the severe pain in his head that penetrated into the bone marrow.

Manager Lin sighed and had no choice but to move out the young master: "Long live your majesty, you are blessed with the world's destiny, and you will live a long life. Why should you give up on yourself? If the young master knew the truth, he would burst into tears again."

The emperor took a deep breath, almost trembling at the tip of his heart. Yes, Xiaojiu is thoughtful and loves to cry. When she cries and is sad, she will still be the one who feels bad for him. He picked up the white porcelain and drank it in one sip, then waved the person away.

That's all, if you can hide it for a day, it's a day.

In the following days, the emperor frequently pushed the kitten to Zhao Yan's side, cultivated feelings for him, and carefully arranged an escape route for the kitten.

Things developed as smoothly as expected. The kitten became more and more attached to Zhao Yan, often not returning to the palace and resting overnight in the general's mansion.

Even though he had clearly pushed Xiaojiu to others with his own hands, why did his heart still hurt? The pain was so painful that his whole heart was throbbing, and every breath he took was filled with the air called jealousy.

The emperor looked in a daze as he looked at the news reported by the secret guard.

Manager Lin noticed that His Majesty was distracted more frequently. Since the young master rarely returned to the palace, His Majesty would stare at the palace door for several hours after correcting the memorials.

He has become more and more taciturn recently, and his lifeless aura made Manager Lin feel even more stressed. He looked at His Majesty's pale but handsome face with great reluctance.

His Majesty's talents, abilities, and temperament are beyond ordinary people. He is at a strong age, but his dragon body is not in good condition. If he says something unpleasant, he may suddenly die one day.

After all, God is jealous of talents, and fate plays tricks on people.

"Hello, General!"

"General!"

When the soldiers in cloth armor saw their commander patrolling, they stopped what they were doing and saluted, all of them looking surprised.

Because the coach, who was always stern and cold in mysterious clothes, had a snow-white cute pet in his arms, which completely destroyed the man's cold aura and made him very eye-catching along the way.

"Okay, don't worry about me, General, and continue training." Zhao Yan's cold tone made the soldiers immediately look away and focus on training.

A strong country must have a strong army.

In order to ensure that the soldiers do not slack off, Zhao Yan and his staff jointly developed various training methods, and they will be assessed through simulated battlefields every month, and the fittest will survive. The winner will receive military merit and be rewarded heavily, while the loser will increase the intensity of training. This way, hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers will all become veterans with strong martial arts skills.

Zhao Yan stood on the city wall, looking down at the well-trained soldiers in the field.

Vice General Yang came over, clasping his fists with both hands. He was about to salute, but unexpectedly, the general seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. In a flash, five fingers in the shape of an eagle's claw hit his throat. He quickly turned sideways, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

Zhao Yan retracted his hand, patted his shoulder, and said with satisfaction: "Yes, compared to last time, my reaction ability has improved a lot, but my vigilance needs to be improved. On the battlefield, we must not only fight against the enemy, but also beware of teammates being stabbed." .”

"Thank you, General, for your teaching. Lieutenant General understands that since we are teammates, we should rely on each other. Is there anything wrong with being on guard at all times?"

Vice General Yang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, bent down and cupped his hands. After completing the salute, he stood up and his eyes slowly fell on the white cat on the general's shoulder.

The hair is snow-white, without a trace of impurities, and the blue cat's eyes are big and round, as blue as the sea, but pure and clean, and it seems that you can see to the bottom at a glance.

The painting style is a bit strange. I didn't expect that under the tough guy appearance of my general, he actually has a girl's heart.

"Knowing people's faces but not their hearts, how can Vice General Yang know whether the hearts of others are red or black? Being more vigilant will do no harm." Zhao Yan's smile did not reach his eyes, he glanced at the person meaningfully, and raised his head. His hands held the cat in his arms, blocking the person's view.

Very possessive.