In the early morning, a red sun emerged through the fog.
The sound of a rooster crowing faintly could be heard in the distance.
Yang Hao is still sleeping.
Although he has developed the habit of getting up early in the morning to hear the chickens dancing, even after he became the king of Xixia, he still refused to give up this habit, for fear of slacking off and settling for a comfortable environment, but he was really tired now.
Yesterday morning, the struggle between reason and emotion, the endless torment in the heart, then the gathering of troops, personal planning, then charging forward, bloody fight, and finally... In the end, it was a love affair, a night of love, and a bud.
An individual works hard...how can he withstand such a torment even if his whole body is made of iron?
Zhe Ziyu was lying on his side, holding his chin with his little hand, looking at the sleeping Yang Hao without blinking.
Her body was covered under the quilt, and only the smooth curves of the landscape could be vaguely seen.
If you look at it from Yang Hao's perspective, you may be able to see that the quilt has been slightly lifted, revealing a trace of jade-like breast skin.
The once bruised snow peach has returned to white, smooth, pink and tender. The once swollen agate has turned into a shy cherry again. The virgin body has not been reborn after a night of wind and rain, showing the beauty of a young woman.
Style. What really makes people see that she is a little woman is her expression. Her clear and moist face is full of lazy spring, and her eyebrows and eyes are full of charm.
She was not tired at all. Although she had also suffered before, it was just a psychological shackles after all. Yang Hao split these heavy shackles with his own hands holding the purple electric sword she presented. Last night, for the first time, she slept in the
In the arms of a man, she felt as comfortable, natural and solid as if she had slept for a lifetime. She woke up before dawn, and then stared at her man with her scissoring eyes.
This is the young servant who made witty remarks, laughed and cursed, causing the Jiangdong Talent Hall to vomit blood. This is the Yang Qinqi who led tens of thousands of people, never abandoning him, traveling north and south, and finally took root in Luzhou.
This is the big bastard who made her heartbroken and set Yelvwen on fire. This is the man who, as the king of a country, is willing to get angry for a beauty and personally take risks and go through three levels... a man.
The more Ziyu thought about it, the sweeter she became, and the more she looked at her, the more she fell in love with her. When she moved slightly, the strange feeling coming from her lower body made her feel embarrassed and ashamed. She couldn't help but stretched out a green jade finger and carefully touched the man's strong nose.
.
"Um?"
It was just a light touch. After all, he was a person who had practiced excellent inner martial arts. Yang Hao opened his eyes and saw the lovely girl in front of him. A gentle smile appeared on the corner of Yang Hao's mouth, and his hand gently moved from the bottom of the quilt.
He slid over, pressed against the soft, warm, and tender waist, and behind her swollen buttocks, took her into his arms, kissed her gently on her red lips, and said softly
: "Why did you wake up and not sleep a little longer?"
"Ah!" What Yang Hao said reminded Ziyu that although there are no parents-in-law here and there is no need to get up early to serve tea, Yang Hao was so high-profile that he snatched the enemy's bride on the occasion of their wedding and calmly had the wedding ceremony in the enemy's new house.
Even the master of ceremonies and the congratulators are all Li Jiyun's original team. Who doesn't know about it among the officers and soldiers of the three armies?
I have to clean up this mess today, and I don’t know how many things have to be dealt with. If I can’t sleep, won’t I make people laugh? Zhe Ziyu is not Tang Yanyan. Miss Tang, as long as I am happy, I will be happy, regardless of the faces of everyone in the world.
, What about this girl is none of your business? It’s not okay to break Ziyu. When Yang Hao said this, she uttered an ouch and quickly got up to get dressed.
As soon as he sat up, the brocade quilt slid down, and the spring light was immediately exposed. Yang Hao couldn't stop looking at it. Zhe Ziyu felt ashamed and angry, and quickly pulled the quilt to cover her delicate body, and said coquettishly: "Turn your back."
Yang Hao smiled lazily and said: "Why are you ashamed? It's not like I haven't seen it before. You were so bold last night. When the sun comes out, you will be embarrassed to see people."
"You still say! Can you turn around?" Zhe Ziyu became angry and thrust two fingers from under the quilt, pinching Yang Hao's flesh, and raised his eyebrows to show threat.
When Yang Hao saw that Miss Zhe Er was really angry, he had to turn around. Zhe Ziyu watched him, hurriedly grabbed the dress and put it on. As soon as she was dressed neatly, she immediately ran to the dressing table, dressed up in the mirror, and dressed up carefully.
, that hairstyle has been pulled into a woman's bun.
Although the most intimate relationship between husband and wife is that there are almost no secrets about the body, but the husband should not let her husband see the way her daughter wakes up early in the morning, with disheveled hair and laziness. Girl Zheer still pays great attention to these details.
Yang Hao was lying on the couch, smiling and watching the beauty dressing up.
That graceful figure was encased in a moon-white soft robe. Her posture was elegant, graceful, and relaxed. Her every move and gesture revealed a charming demeanor of a daughter's family, which made people fascinated. Yang Hao looked at her at this time, just like her.
Just now I took a peek at Yang Hao who was sleeping, and I felt like we couldn't get enough of each other.
"Look! What are you looking at!"
Zhe Ziyu wrinkled his nose at Yang Hao in the mirror, and gave a sweet squeak, showing off his daughter's attitude: "Although Xiao Guan has been defeated, how to clean up this mess? All the generals are waiting for your decision.
.Also, as the king of a country, you rashly lead the troops to fight here. Aren't you a weak king who doesn't distinguish between serious and important? Just wait, there are all kinds of troubles for Xixia, Longyou, and even Song Ting.
I’m afraid there will be more to come, so why don’t you cheer up and fulfill your duties as the king of a country?”
"Well..." Yang Hao became serious, pondered for a moment and asked: "In your opinion, what should I do?"
Zhe Ziyu's bright eyes turned, and he said in a sly tone: "You have done what you have done before, and you have gone beyond the arrogance. Why don't you continue to be arrogant? Let's make a gesture and go out first. I don't think of a detailed strategy at the moment. I'll wait for my husband, the king."
Now that the 'morning court' is over, let's discuss it carefully."
Yang Hao realized this in admiration and couldn't help but sigh: "Oh, my life is so miserable..."
Yang Hao let out a long sigh, lifted up the quilt, and jumped down to the ground naked. He opened his eyes wide in surprise, and opened his mouth into an O shape. He looked at the swollen thing in the mirror in surprise, and said angrily and shyly: "You
You shameless bastard... turn around!"
On the roof, Zhu Yun was still wearing her blood-stained military uniform, sitting quietly with her sword on her knees, like a beast on the roof of the palace, and she sat quietly for the whole night.
The biting cold wind and misty snowflakes covered her body with a thin layer of frost. The morning mist gathered and dispersed around her, just like the love she couldn't capture.
The sun came out, the fog gradually dispersed, and the frost on her body melted. At this time, there was a creak below, and the door opened.
Zhuyun took a breath and suddenly came to life. She cheered up, jumped up, and landed lightly on the ground. Her long and straight legs were still full of elasticity. She was still the spirited female guard.
Even the faint smile appeared again on her face, completely making it impossible to tell that her body and heart were stiff after sitting quietly in the cold wind all night.
"King!"
"Well, I'll go to the vestibule. The generals are probably already waiting for me."
Yang Hao said and started to move forward. He glanced sideways and saw the faint virgin hair on Zhu Yun's lips, shining faintly in the sun, as if he had applied a layer of pearl powder. He subconsciously stopped and Zhu Yun was
His gaze made her a little panicked. She took two steps back and said awkwardly: "What...what's wrong?"
Yang Hao suddenly reached out his hand, and Zhu Yun stood there stupidly, letting his hand touch her lips.
Yang Hao's fingers touched her lips and felt a little wet. He couldn't help but startled slightly, and then his fingers slid to her cheeks. Her cheeks were as cold as the crystal frost on the window.
"Great... King..."
Zhuyun's cold little hand was held by Yang Hao's big hand. She had never had such close contact with Yang Hao. She was completely stunned and stammered and repeated: "What...what's wrong?"
Yang Hao's eyes suddenly flashed with emotion and tenderness. He gently scratched Zhu Yun's nose and said softly: "Zhu Yun, do you know... you are... the stupidest female killer in the world...
.”
Zhuyun continued to stutter: "What...what's wrong?"
Yang Hao laughed softly: "Many people will also think that I, the King of Xixia, am the stupidest king in the world. I, the stupidest king, was captured by you, the stupidest female killer..."
"What's the matter?"
"Remember...the request you made to me when you were in Ganzhou?"
"ah?"
There was a gentle smile and endless love in Yang Hao's eyes: "You said you wanted to have a child that belongs to us."
"ah!"
Zhuyun's mind immediately went blank, and she subconsciously wanted to jump up and run away, but unfortunately her two legs were fighting, her whole body was soft, and she couldn't move. Her originally pale face had turned into a burning cloud at this moment, and she
Unexpectedly, Yang Hao remembered, Yang Hao really remembered, and now she just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in and never come out again in her life.
Yang Hao said: "I, Yang Hao, have never made a loss-making business in my life. I have seriously considered for a long time, either not to have children, or if I want to have children, then... I can have as many children as I can, and as long as I can.
If you agree, we will make a deal."
"ah?"
Yang Hao smiled softly and said: "Go, it's warm in the house, go in and warm yourself up, you and Ziyu haven't seen each other for a long time, let's have a good chat."
"Your Majesty, what...what happened?"
Yang Hao turned around and took a step: "Nothing happened. It was just the incident of nearly losing Ziyu that scared me completely. I suddenly figured it out, since I like it, then I like it. What's wrong? Who should I blame it on?
What the hell are you talking about? The one who pretends to be a wolf with a big tail is a bastard..."
The sound became farther and farther away. Looking at Yang Hao's back, Zhu Yun was stunned: "What...what's wrong?"
The dog slipped out of nowhere, holding a water jar in his left hand and an ivory-handled "teeth brush" produced by "Fu Guanren Tooth Brush Shop" in Bianliang in his right hand. His mouth was full of foam, and he asked very curiously.
Said: "Sister Zhuyun, what's wrong?"
The tooth-brushing medicine used for dogs is not a common product on the market. Although the "teeth-brushing medicine" is bought from Bianliang famous brand, the tooth-brushing medicine is prepared by Chen Tuan himself. It is full of fragrance, cleans teeth and removes decay.
Zhuyun suddenly understood, her delicate body was shaken, and tears of joy flowed down.
Zhuyun suddenly flicked her legs, tightened her abdomen, and rolled up her body. She actually did more than ten hollow somersaults in the courtyard. She was as fast as the wind and as smart as an ape. It was far beyond her usual level. Even the master Gou'er could not do it.
Seeing it dumbfounded, Zhu Yun cheered, did another hollow somersault, and climbed over the wall.
The dog wiped the foam from his mouth, looked left and right, and said to himself blankly: "...What's wrong?"
In the front hall, all the generals were gathered together.
The impact that the acquisition of Xiao Guan may have on the various countries is not within the scope of these generals' consideration, but there are also many messy things that are closely related to them at the moment. Should Xiao Guan defend or retreat?
What should we do with those tribes? Should we kill them, accept them, or drive them away? Those greeting guests who drank the northwest wind overnight are all leaders and chiefs. How should we deal with these people? Once Shang Boqian learns the news, it will inevitably lead to chaos.
The soldiers came to fight. Now these groups of people come from different subordinates and factions. Who will stay, who will return, and who will lead the army? Yang Hao can never stay here forever. These things must be settled immediately. Of course, they are anxious to ask Yang Hao
Ask for ideas.
As soon as Yang Hao arrived in the front yard, he saw the tall pole outside the courtyard gate. The tall pole originally hung the flag of Li Zishuai. Now the flag has been lowered. There is only a human head hanging on it, and the rope is tied with the braid on the head.
, swaying gently in the wind, it was Li Jiyun’s head.
Hidden in the room was the sweetheart, and the head of the enemy was hanging on the pole. It had a bit of an artistic conception of holding a murderous sword when awake, and holding a beauty's knee drunkenly. When Yang Hao saw it, he did not feel drunkenly and complacently, but instead became more vigilant.
Although Li Jijun's death was due to the fact that he had planned an ambush two years ago, it was also due to luck. He, Yang Hao, would not always be lucky. If he were not careful, he might not follow in the footsteps of Li Jijun. In a gentle country, beauties are like
Jade, but he couldn't indulge in it. The future was long, like facing an abyss or walking on thin ice. He straightened his clothes and walked into the hall...
…
In Bianliang, Tokyo, in the Imperial Palace of Imperial Instruments, Zhao Guangyi threw a memorial that had just been urgently sent back from Longyou onto the table, stroked his beard and sneered: "What great things can a person who values his feelings more than his country do?" Yang
Hao is just a common man like the overlord of Chu, pitiful! Ridiculous!"
In the East Palace, Prince Zhao Yuanzuo waved away the old family member of his third uncle Zhao Guangmei's house who he had gone through so much trouble to find. He drank a pot of strong wine and leaned on the table, his eyes blank. He had already fought with his father.
His strength was gone, and all he could see was the despicability and darkness of human nature: "What exactly is an emperor? Is it true that an emperor is ruthless, ruthless, cruel and vicious, and has nothing in common? Is that the throne that I have in my heart?
, there is no room for another human relationship in heaven. The father does not care about the son, the son can kill the father, the brothers kill each other, and the husband and wife conspire against each other! Could it be that the father is not the father, the son is not the son, the brother is not the brother, and the brother is not the younger brother! Tianhuang nobles, longevity
Not forever!”
He stretched out his hand and flicked the cup, and he fell drunk. His roar was as desperate as a beast trapped in a pit: "Whatever public opinion, whatever country, are all excuses for the crown, grand lies. If you want to be the emperor,
It is necessary to suppress people's desires and destroy human relations. I would rather not be born in this emperor's family!"