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

Chapter 169 The Delicate Little Emperor Is So Unruly (50)

On a winter evening, the official road leading out of Kyoto was silent and desolate.

The withered yellow weeds on both sides of the road stretched toward the setting sun in the west. The cold north wind seemed to have extinguished the sun's intense flames, leaving only a gray giant staring quietly at the vast earth.

A shabby carriage drove out of the city gate and headed south on the official road.

After the carriage passed the deserted hill outside the city, it turned a corner and headed towards a small path on the side. After walking for a while, it arrived at a quiet forest.

The driver shouted and stopped the carriage.

The regent, who had been lying in a cold coffin in suspended animation for several days, happened to be sitting in the middle.

Wei Rong was standing by, he already knew that the carriage stopped here because His Majesty had come to see his own prince off.

However, he still couldn't figure out when his prince and that emperor began to trust each other.

To be honest, the prince had been involved in forming cliques and factions in the past, and he quarreled with the people in the northern border every day, but he had never actually proposed any moves to rebel.

But he has always kept his ambitions on the table.

What I mean clearly is that if I want, I can overthrow you at any time. The reason I don’t do it now just means that I don’t want to do it now.

But now, the feeling has completely changed.

The prince was so busy that he was even willing to sleep in the coffin, which made Wei Rong feel that his prince was willing to serve the emperor like a slave.

He is totally unlike the aloof and innocent regent of the past.

Wei Rong couldn't figure it out.

What on earth caused such a big change in his prince?

Or did His Majesty promise something to the prince?

Just when Wei Rong was puzzled, another inconspicuous carriage drove in from the depths of the forest.

As soon as the carriage over there stopped, a figure wearing a white fox cloak jumped down and rushed towards this carriage without even pausing.

Wei Rong tactfully lifted the car curtain and was about to get out. However, just as he lifted the curtain and before he could leave, a white shadow rushed in.

It was as if he had lifted the curtain specifically to let people outside in.

Wei Rong could see that His Majesty was still very eager to meet their prince.

"Be careful, baby."

Wen Luo hugged the white shadow that rushed into his arms, and his voice of doting was a little helpless.

Wei Rong, who had half of his body leaning out of the car, thought a little slowly, Hahaha, our prince can actually say the word baby, hahaha, so funny... uh!

Baby?

Who is he calling baby?

What was that tone of voice he had just used?

The instant Wei Rong reacted, his hair stood up straight, as if he had been struck by lightning, and his expression went blank for a moment.

Wei Rong turned around very slowly, tremblingly, in a dazed posture, and looked at the two people in the carriage.

The scene that caught his eye was the handsome Majesty, lying softly in the arms of his prince. The white fox fur on his cloak made his small face look unusually delicate and soft.

He held the prince's face with his slender white fingers, tilted his head back and kissed him.

Wei Rong: “…”

...What caused such a big change in his prince?

...what was promised?

Wei Rong was chopped to a crisp on the outside and tender on the inside. His hands shook and the curtain slipped from his hands, blocking the scene inside the car.

His eyes were fixed on the ground, and when he got off the carriage he didn't look at the ground. He stepped on a small stone, and his foot went weak, and he almost fell into the ditch beside him.

Xiao Xiazi, who was guarding the other carriage, smiled at him politely.

The nonchalant expression on his face clearly showed that he had known about the two's affair for a long time.

Wei Rong felt so aggrieved. Such a big thing was known to everyone, but the prince actually kept it from him!

There is finally a happy event in the Regent's Palace...but it's a bit too much!

In the carriage, Wen Luo and Xing Chen were kissing passionately.

Wen Luo put his big hand into Xingchen's cloak and rubbed his thin waist.

Want to shake it, break it.

Xing Chen was finally kissed until he fell limply into Wen Luo's arms, breathing rapidly with his pouty red lips open, his eyes wet and filled with deep lust.

"Poor little thing."

Wen Luo gently stroked his face and looked at his baby with pity.

Xing Chen's eyes were broken like a shattered lens, without focus, and he just stared at him stupidly.

Wen Luo said in a gentle voice: "You sit on the high platform peacefully, and your husband will come back to marry you with the whole world as a betrothal gift, okay?"

Xing Chen slowly smiled, as bright as the spring sunshine in March, and answered softly, "Okay."

"Baby, you must eat and sleep well."

"Ah."

"If you don't obey, I'll spank you when my uncle comes back."

Xing Chen shook his head: "No."

"Is that good?"

"good."

Wen Luo touched his chin reluctantly, but started to chase him away.

"It's getting dark, and the city gates will be locked soon. We can't delay any longer, let's go back."

"The battlefield is changing rapidly, so you must protect yourself, uncle."

"Don't worry, you wait here. How could I bear to die on the battlefield?"

Xing Chen twisted his arm lightly in dissatisfaction.

"Don't talk nonsense about life or death. You can't even get hurt. If you get a scar on your body, you have to sleep under the bed for a month when you come back. Don't climb into my bed."

Wen Luo pinched his nose and said with a smile: "You are trying to kill me."

"Then don't get hurt."

"Know it."

Xing Chen lay motionless in his arms, deliberately wanting him to hold her for a while longer.

"My legs are weak and I can't walk."

"Then carry your husband back to the carriage?"

"Ah."

Wen Luo understood his little thoughts and did not expose him. He picked the man up neatly, carried him sideways, bent down and walked out of the carriage.

Wei Rong, who was standing by the ditch waiting, saw this inverted Tiangang scene, turned around silently, and looked up at the sky.

Wen Luo got on another carriage and gently put Xing Chen down.

Xing Chen tugged at his sleeve, his eyes full of reluctance.

Wen Luo smiled and rubbed his head.

Xing Chen pursed his lips and slowly loosened his hand.

"Uncle, go first. I want to watch you."

"it is good."

Wen Luo kissed him on the forehead and turned around and got off the carriage.

They still have many, many years to be together, and many, many years to spend together every day.

There is no need to care about the separation of one day or one night.

Xingchen stuck his head out of the carriage.

I quietly watched the carriage carrying Wen Luo going farther and farther away in the twilight until it disappeared.

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The sixth year of Qian'an, the end of the year.

When the capital of Dahan was celebrating the New Year with singing and dancing, the State of Liang suddenly launched a massive invasion.