"The magic weapon that scares the Xiongnu now is still the new crossbow made by my brother four years ago. Their wolfish ambitions are always ready to come back. If it weren't for this weapon, the border would not be peaceful until now. But even so, the DPRK and China
No one is sure it is King Anding’s work."
Yuchi Gong sighed deeply, it was ridiculous that the world was protected by King Anding, but no one remembered him.
"A crossbow?" Lihua vaguely remembered something. It seemed that after entering the palace, she stayed up late one day and it had something to do with the crossbow.
It's just that now she is getting more and more sleepy, so sleepy that she can't even open her eyes and has no time to think about it.
She tried her best to stay awake and unconsciously nodded in agreement: "It is undoubtedly the most important weapon of the country in this era. Good weapons can determine the life and death of a battle. It is very important, very important..."
I said it a few times in a row that it was very important, but the more I said it, the softer and softer it became, and finally there was no sound at all.
Yuchi Gong felt something was wrong.
What does this era mean?
Just as he was about to ask, he felt the head he was resting on his shoulders slipping down, and he quickly stretched out his hand to support it.
When she looked at her, she realized that she was extremely confused. It was difficult to listen to him talk for so long and still respond with a few words from time to time like a normal person, making people think that she was very awake.
As I tucked him away with the thin quilt and worn out the pillows, and put up the curtain, I replied: "What are you dreaming about? Do you want to touch my reverse scales?"
Yu Chigong smiled evilly and was angry. The big thief knew what he was dreaming about and was willing to live in peace.
Lihua was startled. Do you think today is just an ordinary day and I will stop going to court?
He mumbled something very murky, then turned over and seemed to have fallen asleep again. His expression was that of a confused person.
We talked a lot last night, and Lihua didn't know if she gave me some comfort or enlightenment.
By the time I finished washing her hands and face and removing her bun, two quarters of an hour had passed.
Yuchi Gong was not surprised when he heard that question.
Yuchi Gong couldn't help but smile brightly, picked him up and carried him along the palace road towards Tingli Courtyard without lifting the palace lantern.
I looked up and immediately saw that Lihua's mind was very confused, but even so, the questions she asked still sounded very confused.
Zhichun replied: "It's time to go to court, Master."
But no, I still insisted on going to court, and I was still the diligent monarch.
I lay down on the ground and took the person and the quilt into my arms: "He is my nirvana, why touch him, just sleep."
Outside the eyes of the palace people, the emperor always looked the same no matter where he was, and only someone like Zhang Defa could distinguish him.
"How do I look like?" Lihua asked again.
Lihua pouted and said, "No way, you have passed the Great Zhaoyi or been promoted by the emperor's grace, how dare you touch it."
The next day, Lihua woke up and quickly looked to see someone beside her.
Lihua thought the same thing. Once Zhichun and the others were able to look directly at the face of the sky, the evil spirits in the seventh time let out their emotions when facing the palace people.
The man in his arms muttered something again, seeming to feel at ease, and after a while, there was completely no sound.
When he took off her shoes and put her on the bed, Lihua opened her eyes in confusion, and asked Reishi Ding: "A dragon has no reverse scales, and if he touches it, he will die. Long live my lord, what will happen to him if he touches his reverse scales?"
Unknowingly, it is almost the end of the Chou period, and it will be the time to go to court in just over an hour.
Yuchi Gong thought to himself that the big thief is really a talented person. His speech and logic are still so unclear even though he was confused by his sleep. I'm afraid I'm going to be the only one in the world.
When someone comes over, you ask: "Where did the Long Live Lord go?"
You touched it with your hand and found that the bed was already cold.
That question stumped Zhichun. You scratched your head and thought about it for a long time, but the answer was correct, so you answered honestly: "Master, the long live master is in a bad mood, and I can see that it's true."
Lihua stood up slowly, put on her shoes and called Zhichun.