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His Royal Highness Shy 08

Yu Liu stared at the drawing with great interest, while explaining to Feng Yao: "It's not yet time, suppressing bandits is a thankless job. My father probably just wants Feng Xun to suffer a little this time, and at the same time, he also

Protect the seventh emperor brother.

After all, Feng Xun is on the side of the Seventh Emperor's brother, and the Queen Mother likes him so much. If Feng Xun is touched, the Queen Mother will probably suffer no good consequences.

The governor of Qiongzhou belongs to the Seventh Emperor's brother. My father doesn't know about this. If my father finds out, do you think the Seventh Emperor's brother will be implicated? If nothing else, the Seventh Emperor's brother will go to the Queen Mother." Next.

If so, it goes without saying that the result of looking for the Queen Mother would be for the Emperor to relent

The next day, the emperor indeed agreed to let Yumin go to suppress the bandits, but he asked Fengxun to go with him.

The two ordered five thousand elite soldiers and marched toward Qiongzhou in a mighty manner.

At that time, Yu Liu and Feng Yao were playing backgammon. Both of them were very thoughtful and evenly matched. Even a simple chess game could take up half of the chessboard without a winner.

Feng Yao dropped a chess piece, blocking Yu Liu's retreat, and said with a smile: "People who don't know about it would think that we are playing Go. We have been playing for so long and there is no winner yet."

In Feng Yao's opinion, backgammon usually only lasts for about ten minutes, and the winner can definitely be determined. This is only so long if you play it regularly, but they have been playing this game for more than half an hour, and there is still no ending.

It seems to be a dead end.

Yu Liu lay on the soft couch and watched the chess game. He slowly said a word and said: "Backgammon is more interesting."

Feng Yao sat across from her, nibbling on melon seeds, dropping one, and said with a smile: "How about from now on, after one stick of incense, if we haven't decided the winner yet, how about you lose?"

"Since there is no winner, why do I lose?" Yu Liu was obviously unwilling. He glanced at Feng Yao and felt that her smile was too bright.

"Have you never heard that women are given priority?" Of course, Feng Yao's behavior was a shame. Yu Liu smiled and said nothing, only feeling that there was a kind of simple happiness in such a day.

This happens every day without feeling bored. And this kind of plain happiness is the warmth that Yu Liu only enjoyed after Feng Yao came...

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In the meantime, the emperor also sent someone here, saying that Qinglong Temple was a pure place for Buddhism and it was inconvenient for the two of them to live there, so he asked Yu Liu to return to the Prince's Mansion to recuperate.

Yuliuri ignored the emperor's lame excuse and rejected it directly, saying that the two were seriously injured, probably contaminated by unclean things, and that they were recovering from their injuries just in time to get rid of the bad luck, so as to avoid a lot of major and minor injuries in the future.

The emperor seemed annoyed by such ignorance and stopped talking to Yu Liu.

More than ten days later, it has been a month since Feng Yao Yu Liu was injured. Feng Yao's injury has completely healed, and the scabs have fallen off, revealing tender new flesh.

The weather in summer is stuffy and hot. Fortunately, Feng Yao's cold body showed its benefits at this time. While others were sweating profusely, she still looked refreshing.

After this month of recuperation, Feng Yao's body is much better than before, and she also feels that it is time to pick "Houxiang". She wants to improve her strength, and there is not much time. She cannot always enjoy such comfort.

Before the storm comes, she must be able to protect herself.

After hearing Feng Yao's words, Yu Liu tilted her head slightly, holding the drawing in her hand, and said, "You said you would go today?"

Over the course of a month, Yu Liu's wounds began to scab slowly, so he no longer had to lie down all the time. He was now lying on his side on the soft couch, with his black hair untied and scattered on his chest, giving him a unique look.

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