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

Although Zhao Yizhong didn't know what happened, he could tell that His Majesty was angry, very angry.

"Yes."

He nodded, greeted Wen Luo, and quickly got on the horse.

Wen Luo would definitely not let Xing Chen leave like this, and immediately winked at Wei Rong.

Wei Rong's feet slipped, and with a cry of "Ouch", he fell on the neck of Zhao Yi's heavy horse.

Zhao Yi glared at him: "What are you doing now?"

In just a moment, Wen Luo had already climbed onto Xingchen's horse, pressed the man into his arms, took the reins from his hand and pulled, then the horse's legs raised and ran towards the palace gate.

Zhao Yi turned his head again and was almost scared to death.

"Your Highness, stop!" Do you know who you are robbing?

He shouted and raised the whip to chase after him, but Wei Rong held the horse's neck tightly to prevent him from chasing.

"Let go, are you also confused? Do you know what your prince is doing?"

Compared to Zhao Yizhong, whose face turned red with anxiety, Wei Rong seemed very relaxed. He waved at Zhao Yizhong as if nothing had happened.

"Why are you so nervous? Do you think our prince is a bad guy?"

Zhao Yi gritted his teeth, lowered his head and whispered, "I don't think the prince is a bad person, but he will lose his head if he holds your majesty hostage!"

Wei Rong asked leisurely, "Who said it was a hostage?"

"So what is he doing now?"

"Can't you two find a place to chat and talk about your true feelings?"

"Then why don't you let me follow?"

"Don't get excited. Didn't my prince let me follow you?"

"This is different!"

"What's the difference? Just relax. I promise that the prince will definitely send His Majesty back with a rosy face."

"Your promise is useless!"

Wei Rong looked behind him and saw that Wen Luo had already run away.

So he loosened the horse's neck and moved aside.

"Then you chase after me."

Zhao Yizhong: "......"

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Xing Chen struggled, using his elbow to push Wen Luo against him to prevent him from getting close to him.

Wen Luo didn't care and held him tighter in his arms.

I haven’t dared to think too much these days. Now I am holding you in my arms like in a dream, and I feel like I am suffocated by the longing.

Wen Luo took Xing Chen all the way out of the city and to the western suburbs, where they finally stopped their horse after finding a sparsely populated forest beside a stream.

He sat on the horse holding Xing Chen in his arms, bending down and burying his face in the back of Xing Chen's neck.

I know I am wrong but I dare not speak.

Xing Chen lowered his head and saw the red and swollen area on the back of his hand. He pushed his arm away angrily and jumped off the horse.

"The Regent is so capable. Why would I need to raise an army in the future? I only need you."

Wen Luo chased after him: "Your Majesty, can you punish me?"

"How can I punish you? The Regent is such a great contributor. If I punish you, wouldn't I become a complete tyrant?"

"My mind was confused for a moment," Wen Luo carefully took his hand, "Your Majesty should punish me to teach me a lesson."

Xing Chen moved his hand away, not wanting him to hold it, and spoke in a cold voice.

"No matter how great a hero is, it is a crime to hold the king hostage. You'd better send me back as soon as possible."

Wen Luo took off his blood-stained cloak, lowered his head and went to the stream to wash his hands.

After washing his hands, he started to wash his face. After cleaning himself, he stood up and pushed Xing Chen against the tree next to him without saying a word, then bent down and kissed him.

"Uh, what are you doing, let me go..."

Wen Luo ignored his struggle and vented her thoughts to him.

Xing Chen bit him angrily, and Wen Luo let him bite him, absorbing the nectar from every corner like a storm passing through.

He felt thirsty and hungry and wanted to swallow the person in front of him whole.

Xing Chen struggled a few times at first, but soon he had no strength left in his body. He drooped limply in Wen Luo's arms, with his head tilted back and his mouth open, allowing him to invade at will.

When Wen Luo finished kissing her, there was no trace of anger in his wet eyes. His eyes were scattered. His red and swollen mouth was moist and slightly open, pitifully, unable to close.

Wen Luo carried him into the woods, found a sloped place sheltered from the wind, spread Xing Chen's cloak on the ground, and gently placed him on it.

Xing Chen was leaning against a rock on the slope, and Wen Luo was kneeling between his legs.

Xing Chen looked up at Wen Luo, and the two of them looked at each other quietly, with obvious desires intertwined in their eyes.

As if understanding what was going to happen next, Xingchen's wet eyelashes trembled slightly and closed obediently.

Wen Luo looked at his well-behaved and soft appearance, and her heart melted into one. She liked him so much that she wanted to hold her heart, liver, spleen and lungs in front of him and let him step on them and play with them.

Wen Luo lowered his head and moved closer, his lips moving from Xing Chen's face all the way to Xing Chen's ear.

"Baby, the emperor's uncle was wrong and should be punished."

The scorching hot air rushed into his ear canal, and Xing Chen trembled so much that he could hardly sit still.

Wen Luo bit his earlobe for a while, then stepped back a little, lifted his slender fingertips, and kissed him gently.

Xing Chen slowly opened his eyes, and confusion seemed to be hidden in his wet eyes.

Wen Luo looked at him lovingly and gently stroked his face with one hand.

"Baby, you know what kind of punishment will make me remember it.

Don’t be so obedient. If I do something wrong, you can punish me by not letting me touch you.”

Xing Chen didn't say anything, his eyes seemed somewhat helpless.

Wen Luo laughed softly, opened his mouth and gently bit the tip of Xing Chen's finger, and said meaningfully: "It is a punishment for the uncle, but the baby cannot be wronged."

Wen Luo stepped back a little.

Xing Chen's fingertips sank into the soft material of the cloak. Under his scattered gaze, Wen Luo slowly lowered his head.

The State of Liang was located south of southern Xinjiang, and the city of Yongliang was located in the middle of the State of Liang.

The climate here is humid and warm compared to Kyoto.

The forest was filled with lush greenery that had not faded from the winter. Not far away, a stream flowing down from the mountain made the sound of gurgling water, tightly wrapping around people.

The stars seemed to be looking at the lush greenery, or at the pure blue sky through the gaps between the branches.

He didn't dare to look at Wen Luo, not at all.

He wanted a flying bird or a white cloud to interrupt his thoughts that were flying higher and higher.

The person kneeling at his feet is the main god of thousands of realms and worlds.

Just thinking about this made him almost cry and surrender.