Quick Wear: The Crazy Lord God is again training the sweet host

"No, it's just cool."

"Indecent."

"Tsk, why didn't you say it was inappropriate when the emperor's uncle pressed me on the tea table?"

Wen Luo had a blank expression on his face: "Your Majesty asked for it."

"If the emperor's uncle continues to be so unreasonable, there will be no chatting today."

Wen Luo glared at him, knowing that he was in the wrong, and stopped talking.

Xing Chen grabbed a map on the table and unfolded it in front of him.

Wen Luo walked to the table and looked down. The map was not drawn in detail, but it included Dahan and Liang State, and several major locations were also marked on it.

Xing Chen first pointed at the Liang State and the southern border garrisons.

"This is Liang Guo and you."

Then he pointed to the garrison in the northern border and Kyoto.

“This is the Zhao family and the capital.”

Xing Chen looked up at Wen Luo.

"The map doesn't lie. This is the reason why the emperor's uncle has been keeping his troops inactive until now."

Wen Luo looked into his eyes with a serious look.

"Your Majesty said that I should hold my troops still. Why don't you just tell me where I want to move?"

"You are more interested in Liang State than Zhao Family."

"How can I see it?"

"Isn't it because the emperor's uncle wrote his ambition in his eyes so that people who understand can see through it?"

Wen Luo narrowed his eyes.

Until now, none of the officials who followed him in the court dared to speak so frankly.

None of them dared to say that they saw through him.

But the Majesty in front of him really saw through him.

Wen Luo looked at the person in front of him and felt thirsty as if his body was dehydrated.

“But the problem is that even if you don’t take the Zhao family seriously, they are actually your rear base.

Especially for Kyoto, the Northern Border is much closer than the Southern Border. Once there is any movement in the Southern Border, the Northern Border can return to the capital with justification.

Once the rear is unstable, then Southern Xinjiang will be attacked from both sides. No one knows whether the Zhao family will remove you first, you can't afford to take the risk. "

Wen Luo walked around the table, came to Xing Chen's side, bent down and held his face with one hand.

"Your Majesty said that I am ambitious, but your ambition is no less than mine."

Xing Chen rubbed his palm obediently.

"As long as you are mine, the Zhao family will never dare to have any dissenting thoughts, and the Zhao family will also belong to me."

Wen Luo groaned: "Your Majesty is playing big."

"I have sold myself, what's the point of playing small?"

"Southern Xinjiang has been very busy lately, so I need to go back in person."

"Don't worry, uncle can take your time to think about it. However, the draft is coming soon, and I hope that uncle can give me an answer as soon as possible whether to buy or not."

Wen Luo's fingertips slid to Xing Chen's neck, his lips moved to his ear, and he whispered in a deep and hoarse voice:

"I don't care what the draft says, but since Your Majesty wants to sell me, I have to clean myself up, so that I can get a good price."

"Then the emperor's uncle must hurry up, otherwise if I make a mistake in the harem while drunk one day, the emperor's uncle will be so angry that he will get sick."

"you dare!"

Xing Chen said leisurely: "It is extremely treasonous."

Wen Luo snorted and laughed: "This is extremely treasonous. How can we play after getting on the dragon bed?"

Xing Chen tilted her fair neck to look at him, exposing her throat to him.

"Uncle, be gentle. My neck is not as thin as yours. If I break it by accident, you won't have any fun anymore."

Xing Chen blamed him coquettishly while raising her hand to touch Wen Luo's neck.

The slender fingertips slid up along his neck and held his chin.

Wen Luo's heart was pounding and about to jump out, but he bent over and forced himself not to move.

He was like a wild animal hiding in the bushes, waiting for its chance to strike.

Xing Chen's gaze slowly fell on Wen Luo's thin lips.

He stared at it for a while, and suddenly a soft, red hand licked her lips, leaving a little moist luster on them.

Wen Luo's patience had reached its limit.

"Wenluo, kiss me."

Before Xing Chen could finish his words, Wen Luo turned his head and fiercely blocked his lips.

His palms firmly grasped the back of his head, leaving Xing Chen no room to retreat.

He finally tasted the flavor he had been longing for day and night. Like a mad beast, he occupied all the territory in Xingchen's mouth like a hurricane, and sucked so hard that the root of Xingchen's tongue hurt.

Xing Chen had no way to retreat and could only protest by whimpering silently while tears welled up in his eyes.

Wen Luo's remaining hand was not idle either, he raised it to tear Xing Chen's clothes.

He felt it was too much of a bother, everything was too much of a bother.

This posture really scared Xing Chen. This person was too hungry, he almost wanted to eat people.

Xing Chen crossed his hands in front of his chest and shook his head left and right vigorously to try to break free from Wen Luo's restraint.

Wen Luo finally regained some consciousness.

He stepped back a little with difficulty, but his eyes were still vicious.

Xing Chen wiped the corner of his lips with the back of his hand, his long eyelashes drooped with tears, there was a hint of spring at the corners of his eyes, and waves were surging in his eyes.

"Is the Imperial Uncle going to eat me alive?"

Wen Luo looked at him with dark eyes and licked his lips.

"Your Majesty is sweeter than I thought."

"Then I wish the uncle can buy me as soon as possible."

"Your Majesty had better behave yourself while I am away."

Xing Chen smiled with curved eyebrows and eyes, looking soft, sweet and well-behaved.

"Uncle, rest assured. I am the best."

Wen Luocai didn't believe his nonsense.

Now he felt that no matter what strange and extraordinary things the Majesty in front of him did, he would not be surprised.

Others do things by any means necessary and sell out their brothers and friends, but he is so ruthless that he even sells out himself.

Wen Luo looked at Xing Chen's red and swollen mouth and asked a stupid question.

"why?"

Xing Chen smiled and said, "I have to give my uncle some sweet treats and make him think of me more. Otherwise, what if he forgets to think of me once he leaves Kyoto?"

"Your Majesty, what a good plan."

"Thank you for the compliment. Will the emperor's uncle start thinking about me as soon as he leaves the imperial study?"

Wen Luo's eyes were dark and gloomy.

Even though the person was right in front of him, he couldn't stop missing her.

"Your Majesty, have you been possessed by a vixen?"

Xing Chen blinked mischievously and answered solemnly: "It's possible, uncle, be careful, I will bite you."

He looked so well-behaved that Wen Luo couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips slightly.

Xing Chen held his hand and said coquettishly, "Does the emperor's uncle like vixens?"

"do not like."

"Duplicity."

"No."

"Really? If you don't like it, uncle, just suck it gently next time. Look at my mouth, how can I face others?"

Wen Luo glanced at his mouth.

Want to kiss.

Xing Chen held his hand, leaned forward and rubbed his face against his palm, looking as soft as a kitten.

"Wen Luo, the journey to Southern Xinjiang is long, you must take good care of yourself. Go early and come back early, I will wait for you in Kyoto."

Wen Luo had traveled back and forth between Kyoto and southern Xinjiang several times before.

He used to have no worries about coming and going, and never felt that traveling was anything special.

Now, things seem different.