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

Wen Luo took out a piece of woven red rope from his arms, with two sky-blue beads hanging in the middle of the red rope.

Xing Chen pinched the bead and found it felt very strange, like coral but not coral, like jade but not jade, and there was no texture inside.

"what is this?"

"In the miasma-ridden land of southern Xinjiang, there is a strange beast. This is the stone formed in its stomach over the years. Wearing it can refresh the mind, and swallowing it can cure all kinds of poisons."

Wen Luo said it was commonplace.

After hearing this, Xing Chen's face turned pale.

"A place with miasma? You are very likely to die if you go into that place. Wen Luo, don't tell me that you went in and killed the beast by yourself."

Wen Luo: “…”

"Since it is a strange beast, is it very ferocious? Are there very few of them? Does it appear and disappear mysteriously?"

Wen Luo: “…”

Xing Chen looked at him with gritted teeth.

"Wen Luo, don't tell me that you went back to Southern Xinjiang last time and you were still thinking about your birthday gift in your busy schedule, so you specially went to such a dangerous place to try your luck."

Wen Luo: “…”

all hit.

It's not easy to hide something from children.

Wen Luo tried to argue: "Baby, listen to my explanation..."

"It's not you, baby, don't talk nonsense to me, I don't want to pay attention to you!"

"Baby, I will only go in when I am sure the situation is under control, and I have always had good luck."

"Lucky? Do you think you are immortal? Don't hug me!"

Xing Chen crawled into the bed, turned his back to him and lay still.

There was no way Wen Luo would listen to him. He took off his coat and crawled into the quilt stickyly.

He tirelessly put his arm across Xingchen's waist. When Xingchen hit him down, he put his arm back on, and when he hit him down, he put his arm back on again. This went on for several times, and Xingchen became annoyed and ignored him.

Wen Luo hugged his slender waist and pressed Xing Chen in his arms.

"I was wrong. Baby, please don't be angry, okay? I promise you, I will never put myself in danger again."

Xing Chen still didn't move.

"I will do what I say and I will never lie to anyone."

"Really?"

"I have to accompany Your Majesty for the rest of my life, so I must cherish my life."

Xing Chen then turned around.

"You'd better remember what you said, or I won't let you off next time."

Wen Luo took his hand and kissed his palm carefully and frequently.

"I will never do anything you don't allow again."

A smile appeared in Xing Chen's eyes. He took the bead from Wen Luo's hand and looked at it carefully.

"Since we got two, let's each take one."

"Baby, I've finally given you a gift, it can't be too shabby."

Xing Chen almost exploded again when he heard this.

"Shabby? You paid with your life to get it. How can you not be shabby? Do you have to lose your life to be shabby?"

Wen Luo shut up tactfully.

Xing Chen was even less sleepy now.

Late in the night he had someone bring him two kinds of wool, red and black.

While urging Wen Luo to go to bed, she sat under the candlestick and untied the red rope that had been braided.

Wen Luo wanted to stop him from wasting time here in the middle of the night, but he really wanted to wear the things Xing Chen made himself, so he sat quietly beside him.

Xing Chen re-wove the flower rope, weaving two kinds of woolen yarn, one red and one black, together. Finally, he made two flower ropes, one short and one long, and then separated the two stones and strung them together again.

Although his hands were not as deft as those of the embroiderers, the styles he created were simple and elegant, with red and black intertwined, strong and beautiful.

After finishing, Xing Chen picked up the longer one and put it around Wen Luo's neck with his own hands.

Wen Luo picked up the short one and carefully tied it to Xingchen's left wrist.

Xing Chen looked at Wen Luo's neck, shook his wrist, looked left and right, and was very satisfied.

Wen Luo lowered his head and kissed his fingertips.

"This stone is ugly, but my baby looks good in anything she wears."

"That's right. It doesn't matter whose baby I am."

Wen Luo leaned against the bed and held him horizontally in his arms, touching his face and coaxing him softly: "Baby, tell me yourself, who do you belong to?"

Xing Chen's eyes sparkled with tiny stars, "It's Wen Luo's."

"Who is Wen Luo?"

"It's you."

"who am I?"

"Yes...husband."

As soon as he said the word "husband", Wen Luo lowered her head and covered his lips.

I had been working non-stop for several days and was obviously very tired, but as soon as I saw him, all the fatigue disappeared.

I just want to tear it apart and eat it again and again.

Xing Chen saw that something was not right and managed to push Wen Luo away with great difficulty.

"It's too late. Stop making noise and go to bed, okay?"

"not good."

"Your baby is really sleepy."

Xingchen's eyelids are almost stuck together.

Wen Luo looked at his silly appearance as he couldn't open his eyes, and couldn't bear to touch him anymore.

He sighed and raised his hand to extinguish the candle.

The bedroom fell into darkness, and he held Xing Chen tighter in his arms again.

"Baby, if you owe me tonight, you must pay me back tomorrow."

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The emperor's uncle Zhao Chen originally planned to return to the northern border after celebrating the emperor's birthday.

But after the emperor's birthday, people from the palace came every day to convey orders for him to come to the palace to meet the emperor.

There is actually nothing important to do after entering the palace.

The first day was spent playing chess with the emperor. The two chatted and laughed about the customs and practices of the capital and the northern border.

The next day they took a walk together in the lotus pond, recounting some embarrassing stories of the ministers in the court and laughing so hard that they fell over.

The third day seemed a little more formal and was held in the imperial study.

When Zhao Chen arrived, he saw his handsome nephew, the emperor, sitting behind the desk and writing furiously.

Zhao Chen walked over and saluted him: "Your Majesty."

Xing Chen looked up: "Uncle, there is no need for us to be polite in private. Get up. Eunuch Fu, please take a seat."

Eunuch Fu moved the chair closer to him, and Zhao Chen sat down, waiting quietly.

His nephew looks busy.

"Your Majesty, why do you summon me to see you?"

After waiting for a while, seeing that Xing Chen was still motionless, Zhao Chen couldn't help but ask.

"It's almost the end of the year, and next year's food and wages should be allocated. The soldiers have worked hard for another year. I want to ask if you have any difficulties."

Since he asked about this, Zhao Chen took the opportunity to start complaining.

"Your Majesty, the northern border is bitterly cold, and winter comes early every year. It's just getting cold here in Kyoto, but the northern border has been snowing for more than a month."

"I know how hard my uncle works. It is a blessing for our country to have our uncle guarding the northern border."

“Your Majesty can remember my feelings for guarding the national border, which is a blessing for hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians in Northern Frontier.

But life in the Northern Frontier has been extremely hard in recent years. It's a bitter and cold place, and the lives of the soldiers were bought with money.

Not to mention the annual charcoal money, just the cotton-padded clothes for the army, I don’t know how much more it costs than in southern Xinjiang.”

Zhao Chen sighed, his face full of bitterness and hatred.

Dahan’s main military forces are in southern Xinjiang and northern Xinjiang.

The Kyoto Imperial Guards were no match for them.

The relationship between the two Xinjiang regions has always been one of subtle hostility.

The situation is that they don't like each other, but they can't get rid of each other under the current circumstances.

In short, the move made by the late emperor back then seemed very risky, but it was really a brilliant one.

All of the food from Southern Xinjiang, Northern Xinjiang and Kyoto was set up at once, and then slowly roasted over a low fire underneath.

Everyone can still hold on now, but only those who are suffering know how hard it is.

Xing Chen looked up at Zhao Chen from behind the desk and smiled kindly.

"You are the commander of the Northern Frontier, you have worked hard and made great contributions, and you are also my uncle. How could I let you suffer any loss?"