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

Wei Rong glared at the old woman and cursed her ancestors in his heart.

He supported Wen Luo as he walked through the front hall courtyard, which was covered with spider webs and overgrown with weeds, and walked towards the back hall.

When we pushed open the door at the back hall, we didn't see any big problems on the surface, but once we walked in, we discovered that light was coming through the roof. It was fine on sunny days, but on rainy days, there would definitely be leaks everywhere.

The tables, chairs, beds and other things were all covered with a thick layer of dust, and the air was filled with a heavy musty smell that made me want to sneeze.

"Your Highness, how are we going to live here?" Wei Rong was in a dilemma.

His prince loved cleanliness. Except when conditions did not allow on the battlefield, his clothes and bedding were never stained with dust. He had never suffered such a punishment.

Wen Luo continued to pretend to be pale and weak, and went around all the rooms in the back hall. He picked one that didn't leak much and decided to stay there.

Wei Rong moved a bench that was originally in the room outside, dusted it off, wiped it clean with his sleeve, and then brought it in for Wen Luo to sit on.

Looking at the dusty and black bed next to me, I really didn't know where to start.

"My Lord, the weather is so cold now, and there is not even a bed or quilt here. I will go to the front and make a scene now. No matter what, I will make the bed for you to sleep on."

Wen Luo listened quietly to the noises around him, and only after making sure that no one was following him did he put away the sickly look on his face.

He whispered, "Wei Rong, a new round of battle has begun. You must be more careful in your every move from now on."

Wei Rong turned to look at him, startled, "Your Majesty!"

Wen Luo put his index finger to his lips, signaling him to speak in a low voice.

Wei Rong looked at him carefully, and asked nervously and pleasantly, "My Lord, you are not poisoned?"

Wen Luo nodded slightly and glanced at the dirty bed behind him.

"Well, we have to endure this period of time, but this place is much better than the battlefield with mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Let's just consider it as adapting in advance."

When he heard that Wen Luo was not poisoned, the sadness in Wei Rong's eyes disappeared.

He asked excitedly: "Prince, you said the battle has begun, is it with Liang State?"

Wei Rong was from southern Xinjiang, an orphan. All of his family members were killed the year Liang invaded Dahan.

He had always been looking forward to the day of revenge.

Wen Luo nodded slightly.

Although Wei Rong still had many questions, he did not ask any more questions.

"Understood, Your Majesty."

Wen Luo warned: "Don't let the secret show up these days. The abandoned prince who lives here is just pretending to be crazy. We just need to act stupid while he pretends to be crazy. We must keep the show going, otherwise the highlight will be gone."

"Don't worry, Your Majesty."

After the two of them had a brief chat, Wei Rong put on a look of deep resentment and rolled up the rotten mattress on the bed and threw it away.

He went out and found a usable wooden basin, fetched some well water, and cleaned the bed bit by bit.

In the evening, the mean old lady came over with an old food box and a thin old quilt in her arms.

When she got to the room, she threw the lunch box on the table that she had just wiped.

"Well, they sent it over."

Wei Rong rolled up his sleeves and quickly washed his hands with clean water after hearing this. He came over and opened the lunch box. There were only two bowls of brown rice in it, and nothing else.

"You want us, the prince, to eat this for dinner?" Wei Rong threw the lid of the lunch box in dissatisfaction.

"I've already told you that once you come here, you can be a prince or not. Eat if you want, or you can feed it to the dogs!"

"Why do you speak so harshly!"

The old man with a sarcastic face threw the quilt in his hand to the ground and sneered.

"Want to listen to something nice? Then get out. What kind of place is Xiyuan Palace? Is it for you to come here to listen to something nice?"

Wei Rong quickly picked up the quilt, turned it over, and smelled it.

"This is obviously used by someone else. Did you switch our new quilt?"

"You still want to use a new one after this? You should be thankful that you have the old one. If you don't need it, just give it back to me."

"It's okay if it's old, but the weather is so cold, and you only give us this thin quilt? Is this a blanket or a cover?"

"When you want to lay it, lay it; when you want to cover it, cover it."

"You are so deceptive!"

The old thing stared at Wei Rong for a while, her cloudy and ugly eyes revealing a vicious and sharp look. She grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

Before Wei Rong could react, she turned around swiftly, raised her hand and pushed the two bowls of brown rice to the ground, then picked up the lunch box and left.

Wei Rong looked at the broken bowl and rice on the ground in shock.

After being around Wen Luo for a long time, I almost never saw the evil in human nature. Now my eyes have really been opened.

Wei Rong chased him to the door and yelled, "You vicious old thing! Go to hell! Bastard, when our prince recovers, I will beat you to death for taking advantage of his misfortune!"

Wen Luo let him curse outside for a while before calling him in.

Wei Rong looked at the food on the ground in embarrassment.

"My Lord, how do you eat this?"

Wen Luo laughed and said, "Of course I won't eat it."

"Ah? So you're going to go hungry?"

"Have you ever seen a powerful family that doesn't even have a stomach for a meal when they are in trouble? It's said that it's hard to go from luxury to frugality. This is just the beginning. Of course, we have to act like we would rather die than surrender and can't eat these things."

Wei Rong thought about it and realized that this was the truth.

"So it's okay for you to be a little domineering."

"I understand your majesty, I will throw these out now."

"Throw it somewhere obvious so they can see it."

"Yes."

.

The bedroom was silent, with candles burning and occasional sparks making soft "crackling" sounds.

Xing Chen covered his legs with the quilt, leaned against the head of the bed, hugged his legs, fluttered his long eyelashes, and stared at the door silently.

He maintained this posture without moving until the second half of the night when he heard familiar footsteps coming from outside.

Xing Chen quickly ran off the bed, rushed barefoot towards the figure appearing outside, and threw himself into Wen Luo's arms.

Wen Luo's body was covered in hot steam from having just come out of the bath.

Xing Chen inserted his slightly cool fingers directly into his underwear, placed them on his strong lower back, and kneaded them gently.

Wen Luo stopped and gently touched his soft black hair.

"Are you worried about me?"

"Ah."

"You're still worried even though you know it's fake?"

Xing Chen buried his head under his neck, rubbed it again and again, and felt that it was not enough, so he stretched out his tongue and licked it like a kitten.

"I can't bear to see you look weak."

"Little fool."

Wen Luo bent down and picked him up horizontally. Looking at his white and smooth feet, he gently taught him a lesson: "It's so cold, don't go out barefoot next time. Isn't the bed warm? Why is your body still cold?"

Xing Chen hugged his neck, his mouth pursed, his eyes showing grievance.

"You glared at me coldly today."

Wen Luo laughed in silence, lowered his head and bit his lips lightly as if as punishment.

"You little rascal, it was obviously your idea, but now you're turning the tables on me."

Xing Chen didn't care about putting the blame on others, he just felt wronged.

"The look in the emperor's uncle's eyes makes me feel cold all over."

Wen Luo gently placed him on the edge of the bed, pulled the quilt over his legs, squatted down, held his feet, and slowly wiped the dust off the soles of his feet with a towel.

After wiping him, she put him into the bed, but did not let go immediately. She used her hot palms to warm the soles of his feet.

"Okay, baby is feeling cold, can you warm him up, uncle?"

Xing Chen bit his lip and stammered, "...come up and warm up."