100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 122 Drinking Song

"Your Majesty." It's quite embarrassing to be caught blatantly daydreaming.

Liu Zhi naturally knew that Huo Jingheng was not in the right state of mind. Judging from his appearance, he must be thinking about his wife at home. However, seeing him like this made him feel really uncomfortable.

Emperor Wu seems to be seriously ill these days, holding these ministers' meetings from day to night, and even making them stay overnight in the palace.

Emperor Wu had no other intention than to prevent Huo Jingheng from returning.

But Huo Jingheng was stubborn; even though it was past 9 PM, he still wanted to go back.

Emperor Wu couldn't force him to stay, since the reason given was that his fiancée was timid and would definitely wait for him to return home. He probably wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully if he didn't go back, so he had to go back no matter how late it was.

In fact, Jin Huan didn't sleep at all; when she didn't need to digest energy, she didn't need to sleep at all.

He played pitch-pot with his servants.

Jin Huan is used to finding ways to amuse herself, and she doesn't care about the person's identity. As long as they can make her happy, she's willing to play with them.

The children who played with her were all clever and quick-witted, and even though it was late at night, laughter still filled the courtyard.

Everyone took their leave and dispersed only after seeing Huo Jingheng return.

After everyone left, he picked up Jin Huan and carried her straight into the house.

She rested her head on his arm, feeling drowsy.

Huo Jingheng finally finished what he had been thinking about all day, though he wasn't quite satisfied. But he also had to consider her health.

He tucked a strand of her hair behind his ear: "Huan'er, His Majesty wants to wage war. Would you like to join the army?"

"think."

"Coming with me to the border will be tough."

She was so tired she could barely keep her eyes open, but she still instinctively hugged him tightly: "Wherever you go, my love, Huan'er will follow."

Although I didn't want her to suffer, I was still overjoyed to hear her say that.

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Huo Jingheng's favorite weapon is the lin shuo.

Jin Huan rummaged through it and found that the item was covered in a strong smell of blood, indicating that it had been used to kill countless people and was filled with malevolence.

Weapons possess spirits; given the right opportunity, even ordinary weapons might develop their own spirits.

Seeing that she had been standing in front of the spear for so long, Huo Jingheng walked over and took the weapon down: "I'll teach you how."

"Okay."

She never hesitates to spend time learning about things that interest her.

Huo Jingheng's moves are a unique style, which can be said to be devoid of beauty, but very practical, and seemingly simple yet full of killing intent.

Few girls are skilled in martial arts, but one was willing to teach and the other was willing to learn, so under the crabapple trees in this garden, even the wind carried a sweet scent.

"Spread your feet a little wider, make sure your horse stance is firm, straighten your arms here, yes, and make your move quickly."

Huo Jingheng felt he had never been so patient before. After all, he used to yell at the top of his lungs when training soldiers. He was never gentle and considerate. He even broke down the movements to teach her, afraid that she wouldn't understand.

"Ah Lang, you shall fight me." "I am not suited to fight you."

"Are you afraid of hurting me? I'm not afraid, come on!"

"I'm afraid, I can't bear to see you get hurt."

In the end, Huo Jingheng still did not fight her. Huo Jingheng, the Great Commander of Fate, only aimed his sword at his enemy, and every move he made would draw blood!

Jin Huan had only learned a few basic skills, and since Huo Jingheng didn't spar with her, she really didn't know how good she was.

So while the man was away at court, she took her spear to the drill ground and asked his soldiers to fight alongside her.

When had this group of people ever seen such a beautiful and charming woman? And now she was speaking to them so politely. Before they even started hitting her, they were already stuttering and moving their hands and feet in unison.

"Are you even capable?" Jin Huan was unhappy; there wasn't a single person who could fight.

The young soldier fighting against her was so anxious that his face turned red. He could tell that Jin Huan was a little angry, so he could only tremble and wipe the blood from his nose with his sleeve: "I, I, I'm fine, you, don't be angry, you can scold me, please, don't be angry!"

"I won't curse you, come on."

But as Jin Huan charged over with her spear, a faint fragrance of her daughter wafted over as well, and the man's mind went completely blank.

Forget about making a move, I don't even want to dodge! Come on, kill me to entertain Miss Jin Huan!

Of course, that was a joke, but he really did lose the ability to react.

The sword in his hand was directly knocked away by Jin Huan's spear.

"Be serious!" she said in a coquettish tone when she was anxious, and even when she frowned, her naivety was still evident.

That's it, the person fainted immediately, their heart was beating too fast.

Jin Huan's mood was dampened, and he returned to the courtyard dejectedly, somewhat unhappy.

When Huo Jingheng returned, the butler reported the matter. He found it amusing and took a jar of Jiu Yun Chun wine to find her.

The little girl sat under the crabapple tree, the red blossoms complementing her dark red dress perfectly!

Place the wine jar on the table.

He came over and picked the person up.

She obediently wrapped her arms around his neck.

"unhappy?"

"Ok!"

"You don't need to know these things, Huan'er. As long as I'm here, you won't need to pick up a weapon and fight with others."

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