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

Wen Luo realized that Xing Chen had just called his name again, and called himself "I".

It was as if they wanted to take off their identities and all disguises and face each other's true selves.

Wen Luo looked deeply into Xing Chen's eyes.

He moved his mouth and after a while a sound came out.

"So, do you like me?"

Wen Luo regretted asking this question as soon as he asked it.

How could he possibly like him?

He made it clear from the beginning that he was trying to seduce him and wanted the military power in southern Xinjiang.

His purpose was so clear, it was certainly not because he liked him that he did those things.

It was originally a transaction between them.

Only now that the two of them have the same goal and their swords are pointed at Liang State can they sit here in peace.

That's it.

These thoughts flashed through Wen Luo's mind like lightning.

His face turned cold, he pulled his hand away from Xing Chen, turned around and walked out.

He was wearing a black brocade robe today, with a belt around his waist that made him look neat and tidy, which was very different from Xuan Luo's white robe with wide sleeves.

But this hasty and cold turn made Xingchen instantly remember the cold figure that Xuanluo had left for him countless times.

Xing Chen felt as if his heart was being torn apart.

"like."

Xing Chen stood up and spoke softly behind Wen Luo.

His voice was not loud, but Wen Luo stopped suddenly.

"Wenluo, I like you."

Wen Luo turned around slowly.

He looked into Xingchen's eyes, still with distrust in his gaze.

"I have many means that I can use to slowly snatch military power from you.

But, Wen Luo, I just want to give myself to you. I just want to get the military power of Southern Xinjiang by getting you.

Wenluo, I am also a man and I need to save my face.

But in front of you, I am willing to kneel in the dust, look up at you, and please you.

You see, not only do I have a big appetite, I am also more lustful.”

Wen Luo stood there, looking a little at a loss.

Xing Chen smiled at him gently.

"Not only do I like you, I also love you. I want to marry you, or you can marry me."

Wen Luo stood there in a daze, still not saying anything.

Xing Chen looked aggrieved.

"Wen Luo, everything I said is true. If you tell a lie, God will strike you with lightning."

Wen Luo walked back to him step by step. It was like a dream, as if her feet were stepping on cotton.

He heard his own voice, as if it were ringing in a dream.

"You just swore."

Xing Chen looked up at him, "I swear, I love you."

Wen Luo hugged him tightly in his arms, with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to crush his bones.

"You said these, you said them yourself. I didn't force you, I didn't coerce you, you said you loved me."

"Yes, I said so."

"Then don't regret it. I won't give you the chance to regret it."

Xing Chen put his arms around his neck and smiled contentedly.

"I have both beauty and military power. I am not a fool. Why should I regret it?"

"Then you're not worried about me either?"

"Are you afraid that you will get tired of me and throw me away, and then continue to compete with me for the throne of Dahan?"

"Ah."

"If selling yourself doesn't work, I know a few tricks. I'll use military law to punish you then."

Wen Luo hugged the person in his arms, and finally his heart was filled with joy.

"Your Majesty is serious, right?"

"It really couldn't be truer."

Wen Luo pressed Xing Chen's head against his neck, rubbing it again and again, not wanting to let go for a moment.

Xing Chen smiled at him in a muffled voice: "Are you reluctant to leave?"

"Well, I want to take you with me."

"Okay, I agree. Bring a sack and pack it up."

"I mean it."

"I'm serious. I wish it could be smaller. Then you don't need a sack and can just put it in your pocket."

Wen Luo was so amused by him that he finally laughed out loud, and his heart was so soft that it was a mess.

Xing Chen touched his face and said seriously:

"Wen Luo, regarding the spies, their confessions don't seem to have much to do with Southern Xinjiang.

But after all, they are people who leaked in from southern Xinjiang, so you must seal the hole tightly so that I can pull out all the nails inside. "

Wen Luo looked at him, "Don't worry."

For Xing Chen, these three words are enough.

"Is it too late to make it back in time for Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"Do you want me to come back and be with you?"

Xing Chen shook his head slightly.

"The journey to Southern Xinjiang is long, your safety is the first priority. Don't rush, we have a lot of time ahead of us."

Wen Luo looked at him with a dazed expression.

"Am I still dreaming? I've been dreaming about you these days, and every time I wake up, you're gone."

Xing Chen found it funny and distressed.

He stood on tiptoe and bit Wen Luo's chin, leaving a row of neat teeth marks on his chin.

"Does it hurt?"

"pain."

"Is this still a dream?"

"...Probably not."

For the first time, the Regent looked pitiful.

Even when he was on his way to the Imperial Study, he was so angry that he wanted to tear down the entire Imperial Study, including the people and the room.

After just a few short hours, his sweetest dream came true.

The reality was sweeter than he could even imagine.

Xing Chen looked at him, then stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the lips.

"How did our wise and powerful regent become a fool?"

Wen Luo was very dissatisfied with this title, so he held Xing Chen's round body and hugged him around his waist.

"What has happened? Tell me nicely, or I'll let go and throw you to the ground," he threatened.

Xing Chen put her arms around his neck, and her voice was as sweet as sticky honey.

"Uncle Emperor relies on his strength to bully others."

"The days of bullying you are yet to come."

"Uncle Huang, does this sound like you already have an answer?"

"I won't agree to your request. Can you still get off me now?"

"rogue."

"That's just a hooligan to you."

Xing Chen licked his neck gently with the tip of his tongue.

"Who said we were going down? I just happened to have something to do."

Wen Luo was confused and asked, "What's the matter?"

He thought that Xing Chen was going to give him some more sweet treats, and he was very happy.

I was ready, but I saw Xing Chen turned his head and shouted loudly to the door, "Eunuch Fu."

"..."

Wen Luo was stunned.

This was completely different from what he had imagined.

He hesitated for a moment whether to put Xing Chen down, but in the end he just stood there holding him firmly without moving.

Since Your Majesty has made such a choice, there must be a reason for it. Just cooperate with him.

Eunuch Fu opened the door outside the imperial study and walked in slowly with footsteps.

He lowered his head and walked into the inner hall, shouting in a shrill voice: "Your Majesty."

Then he raised his head and looked at the table. When he saw it, his face turned pale in an instant.