100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 121 Drinking Song

His heart was pounding wildly, and his body was so stiff that he couldn't speak for a long time. To outsiders, he seemed extremely cold and aloof, probably because he didn't like the little butterfly.

Huo Jingheng quickly tried to smooth things over: "Huan'er, your uncle doesn't like these things. You can give them to me; I like them."

Just as he was about to reach out to take it, Wei Zhongqing had already taken it.

"Thank you, Miss Shen, I like it."

Jin Huan hadn't really thought that much about it; she simply felt that she could catch butterflies. The two men were looking at her pitifully, and since she had nothing, she might as well catch two and give one to each of them, then they wouldn't look so pitiful.

So she played with the butterflies and the birds, paying no attention to the two of them. The two of them held a butterfly in each hand, handling it with extreme care.

Their eyes, however, were all fixed on the girl chasing butterflies.

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As night fell, the dew grew heavy and the night deepened.

As Wei Zhongqing looked at the little butterfly, her image and voice kept appearing before his eyes.

"Huan'er."

Who would have thought that even the renowned Grand Marshal would have such a time of unfulfilled desires?

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Huo Jingheng is not required to attend court today.

Jin Huan nestled in his arms and slept soundly; the energy connection is still there.

"Knock knock knock."

"My lord, someone from the palace has come and requests your immediate visit." Huo Jingheng responded and was about to get up.

The girl in his arms let out a soft moan and wrapped her arms around his neck again. He immediately gripped her wrist tightly and his breath hitched.

"Huan'er, your husband has to go to the palace. I'll come back to keep you company, okay?" he coaxed her softly.

"No, you can't go."

Huo Jingheng wasn't annoyed by her spoiled nature; on the contrary, he loved her to the core.

"Bring Huan'er a pot of Jiu Yun Chun wine when you come back." She had said more than once that the wine at the palace banquet was delicious.

"Then my husband, come back soon. Huan'er will be waiting for you."

"Okay." He was a little lost in thought when he came out. He kissed her lips tenderly before washing up and getting ready to head to the palace.

Emperor Wu summoned many military generals.

The arrogance of the Xiongnu has been extinguished, but people in the border regions are still suffering greatly. He summoned them here to ask whether it is time to press the victory and completely annihilate the Xiongnu.

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They discussed it for a long time, but couldn't come to a conclusion.

In the end, Emperor Wu only kept Huo Jingheng and Wei Zhongqing, along with four or five others, and told the rest to go back first.

Wei Zhongqing knelt beside Huo Jingheng, while Emperor Wu faced Huo Jingheng.

His appearance today is rather intriguing; there's a cut on the corner of his mouth and teeth marks on his neck. Tsk.

We're all men, what don't we understand?

Wei Zhongqing sat close to him and could smell his pleasant scent.

She probably just crawled out of that harem.

One by one, they all started to feel uncomfortable, but Huo Jingheng sat there calmly, as if afraid of falling asleep. Emperor Wu's decree of marriage had already been issued, and a ruler's word is law; even he himself couldn't say anything about it.

However, the general he once valued so highly now seemed unpleasant to him. Although he hadn't fully remembered the past, these fragmented memories were enough for him to understand how precious that woman was to him.

In this way, the fact that he didn't immediately make things difficult for Huo Jingheng was a testament to his magnanimity.

"Huo Siming".

Huo Jingheng's mind wandered, and he didn't hear Emperor Wu calling him.

In his opinion, there was absolutely no need to discuss this matter today. If Emperor Wu needed it, then he, Huo Jingheng, would be ready to fight the Xiongnu to the last man in full armor. If Emperor Wu wanted to recuperate, he would marry Huan'er in Chang'an first.

I wonder if Huan'er is up yet. I told the kitchen to stew bird's nest for her, but I don't know if she's drunk it. I hope she doesn't sneak some wine to eat while I'm not here. "Huo Siming!" Emperor Wu called out to him again.

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