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Zhang He's grandson must have seen that he had consumed a lot of physical energy, so he stepped forward to challenge him.

You have guts! But I still have the strength!

Luo Yao gripped his spear tightly, and the two men tested each other on the ring.

"The princess said that anyone who disagrees can challenge me, but if I hurt you, I'm afraid..."

"Stop talking nonsense, life or death doesn't matter!" Luo Yao flew and stabbed towards Zhang He.

"There's bleeding! Lieutenant General Zhang He had his face cut by the princess's gunshot! Did you see clearly the princess's gunshot just now?" There was a sigh from the audience.

"I underestimated you!" Zhang He roared and flew forward to fight with Luo Yao.

After more than twenty moves back and forth, Luo Yao had to admit Zhang He's strength.

"If this is the only strength the princess has, she is not worthy of commanding us!" Zhang He became more and more courageous as the battle went on. He was scratched several times by Luo Yao but he didn't care at all.

What a reckless man! Every move he made was lethal, and it was obvious he wanted to kill him. Luo Yao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Xu Han, who was standing by, was terrified at the sight of their murderous fight.

Zhang He is a capable general under the prince. If anything happens to the princess, he will probably lose his head... Seeing that the two are fighting more and more desperately, Xu Han doesn't know who to stop, "Stop fighting... You can't stop fighting anymore..."

"Shut up!" Luo Yao shouted angrily. This Zhang He wanted to kill him, which was unforgivable. It was his fault for being soft on him before. He must make this man suffer!

The princess, who had been dodging, suddenly became fierce, leaving everyone on and off the stage bewildered. Zhang He had no choice but to use all his skills.

"You have to catch this move well. If you don't catch it well, it could cost someone's life!"

"Come on!" Zhang He received eight consecutive blows from Luo Yao, retreated dozens of steps, and spit out blood.

"It's a pity you can't catch it!" Luo Yao's cold voice rang out. Before Zhang He could react, the spear was pointed at his throat.

"Are you convinced?" Luo Yao moved his spear forward half an inch, leaving a shallow scratch on Zhang He's neck.

"The princess is so brave, I am defeated!" Zhang He bowed his head and clasped his fists.

Luo Yao put away his spear and turned around, "If you had admitted defeat earlier, you wouldn't have to suffer this. If you accept my Nine Styles, you will have to lie down for ten and a half days..."

"I didn't convince you!"

Zhang He shouted angrily, and a gust of wind blew up behind him. Princess Xu Han's cautious words and Zhang He's murderous intent came together. Luo Yao turned his head in shock, only to see a dagger flying towards him, and he couldn't dodge it!

Damn it! I hate unscrupulous villains the most in my life! Luo Yao turned around and threw the spear out without hesitation.

The spear brushed against Zhang He's waist, leaving a bloody gash. At the same time, Luo Yao was grabbed by the waist by someone, and the dagger that was supposed to pierce his chest brushed against his arm and flew out.

Bei Zhenting staggered a few steps and was about to ask someone to drag Zhang He away and chop him up, but when he looked up and saw Bei Zhenting's pale face, Luo Yao broke free from his arms, ran up and kicked Zhang He to the ground, then swung his fist and smashed Zhang He's head hard, beating him into a pig's head before letting go.

"Drag down."

The two lieutenant generals trembled with fear and hurried forward to drag Zhang He away. Luo Yao stood up panting and returned to Bei Zhenting to support him, with a worried look on his face.

"Why are you here? Didn't I tell you to have a good rest?"

Bei Zhenting wiped the blood off his face, thinking of the thrilling incident just now, he was furious and roared, "I am here to see if there is anyone who still refuses to obey!"

There was complete silence on and off the stage.

Luo Yao: "Since no one disagrees, General Xu, you arrange their training according to what I said last night."

"Yes!" Xu Han didn't dare to look at Bei Zhenting at all. He bowed to Luo Yao and quickly ran to let several lieutenant generals command the training.

Bei Zhenting's face was pale, but Luo Yao was in no mood to care about them. He helped Bei Zhenting back to the tent.

"How dare that Zhang He hurt you? I want him dead. Why did you stop me?"

Luo Yao poured Bei Zhenting a cup of hot water. "He is a general under your command. He must have a lot of soldiers under his command. Killing him will certainly establish my authority, but those soldiers will not obey me anymore. I will spare his life. Don't worry, he won't be bedridden for two months. During this time, I will recruit his soldiers. When he recovers, I will start over from the top soldiers."

Bei Zhenting was still a little unhappy, but he didn't say anything. Luo Yao knew what he was thinking. He sat down beside the bed with hot water, a smile on his face.

"Your Majesty, drink more hot water~"

Bei Zhenting drank hot water while looking at Luo Yao strangely, always feeling that Luo Yao was holding back something bad.

Sure enough, after Bei Zhenting finished drinking the water, Luo Yao put the cup on the small table beside the bed, pounced on Bei Zhenting, and lay on Bei Zhenting's chest with a cunning look in his eyes, like a little fox who had succeeded.

"Hahaha, I never thought that the prince would have this day!" Luo Yao smiled brightly. Bei Zhenting didn't understand why, so he held him tightly for fear that he would fall.

Luo Yao leaned against Bei Zhenting's ear, and couldn't suppress the smile on his face when he thought of Bei Zhenting coming back with his limbs weak and falling into his arms.

"Your Highness, do you know how husband and wife address each other in our place?" Luo Yao rolled to the side and sat up.

Bei Zhenting sat up and tilted his head, waiting for him to speak.

"There are so many ways to address each other, like baby, darling, husband, wife, sweetheart, honey, dear, and so many more."

Bei Zhenting looked at the lively expression on Luo Yao's face, his heart and eyes full of love, and listened quietly to him counting on his fingers.

"Sometimes when I'm angry I curse, but..."

"Then what should the baby call me?"

A cry of "baby" interrupted Luo Yao's spellcasting, making him blush. "Who is the baby... I'm already 21 years old!"

Bei Zhenting looked at Luo Yao seriously, waiting for him to answer the question.

So foul!

Luo Yao blushed and turned his head away, "Your Highness... Your Highness..." An idea suddenly occurred to him, and he changed the word "husband" that was about to come out of his mouth to "wife".

"Call Yaoyao over and listen."

Luo Yao looked at Bei Zhenting's handsome face and stammered, "Wife". He originally thought that it was rare for Bei Zhenting to be so weak and helpless as to let him do whatever he wanted. However, when he called this name to Bei Zhenting's handsome face, Luo Yao wished he could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

Bei Zhenting grabbed his wrist and, finding strength from nowhere, pushed him onto the bed. "Stop yelling nonsense! Wife should be the name for a woman. Yaoyao should be called 'husband'."

Luo Yao's face turned red like an apple. Looking at Bei Zhenting's handsome face close to him, his Adam's apple moved slightly. He swallowed hard and retorted with a big mouthful, "Who said that...my wife also..."

"Hmm?" Bei Zhenting spoke in a low voice, watching his red lips move closer.

Luo Yao's neck flushed as he struggled, "Let go...let go! Aren't you sick? Where do you get the strength from?"

Bei Zhenting held him down, sweat on his forehead, and beads of sweat dripped onto Luo Yao's face.

"I want to hear Yaoyao call me husband." Bei Zhenting looked at Luo Yao motionlessly with deep eyes.

Bah! You're just holding on! I'm breaking out in a cold sweat!

Luo Yao's train of thought suddenly became crystal clear. Bei Zhenting was in this state, so the Thousand Machine Poison wouldn't... affect... that aspect of his function, right?

"Call me husband...Yaoyao..." Bei Zhenting refused to give in.

Luo Yao's worries disappeared in a flash. If Bei Zhenting became weak in the future, wouldn't he be able to become the superior person? It was really exciting to think about it!

Beads of sweat fell on the corners of Luo Yao's eyes. Looking at Bei Zhenting's increasingly paler face, Luo Yao suppressed the thoughts in his mind.

"Get up quickly, you're not well yet."

"I want to hear Yaoyao call me husband."

Bei Zhenting kissed Luo Yao's forehead, and then moved his kisses down to Luo Yao's neck, as if he was going to drag his sick body and have sex with him if he didn't hear Luo Yao calling him husband.