As soon as Zhao Chen kicked out, the person came to his senses and was busy collecting five points of strength.

Meng Yong gently clamped her ankles, and when she saw that she was not moving, she smiled and helped her back into the quilt and lay down again.

The two compartments were silent, Meng Yong didn't tear down her pretending to sleep, she closed her eyes by herself, and her breathing gradually stabilized.

In the darkness, he slept unsuspectingly, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were not dissipated, his thin chin was covered with green stubble, and his face was almost transparent.

Zhao Chen glanced at the distance in front of him that was deliberately pulled away by him, couldn't help frowning, and reached out and touched him.

Everywhere there are cold cold people.

He seemed to be disturbed, but he was probably very tired, and he unconsciously moved a little, and then fell asleep again.

Zhao Chen's eyes softened, and he silently carried the exercises, and waited until his body turned into a piece of burning charcoal before he approached him.

The temperature spread, he turned over and hugged her in a daze, and for a moment, he whispered: "It's still snowing in February... I'm hot, you get closer..."

Zhao Chen froze for a while, and returned to the cold winter of that year in a trance, the little boy laughed and grabbed her, put her frozen hands and feet on himself, and muttered poorly...

The voice in his memory gradually drifted away, Zhao Chen came back to his senses, and looked over his shoulder at the cold iron spear in the corner of the room.

Words posted upside down to her...

Sleepiness came one after another, dragging her into her dreams again—

"You're Baturu?" She hugged Dayan's leg and asked the person opposite.

The old martial king shook his head, "I am the martial prince of Great Chu. ”

"He's better than Baturu, otherwise Daddy would have beaten him up!" Dayan picked her up with a smile and turned to King Wu, "It seems that your son is not big?" In another ten years, let the two children compete..."

The old martial king suddenly cut his fingertips, and before she could react, the red blood beads were smeared on her bare foreabdomen.

She shrank back with an "ah", and her little face suddenly wrinkled.

"The little girl is the king?" The old martial king's gaze was fixed on the small golden pattern that appeared out of thin air on her abdomen.

Dayan smiled and hugged her tightly, "What? Afraid that in the future, my Chonghua will attack Dachu? ”

The old martial king pondered, "My son is the same age as her, why don't—"

"You're wondering! When did the king marry outside? Dayan squinted at him, "If you can catch up with you, you can still negotiate to make Chonghua his queen..."

The old martial king ignored it, called Fang Zhenduo, took a cloth bag and put it on the table, and opened it again.

A dull piece of cold iron appeared.

"This is what I left over from the time I forged the spear, and I wanted to ask that craftsman from your clan to help me make soldiers..."He pushed the cold iron, "Now I'll leave it as a token!" ”

"In the future, my son will come here, choose the first warrior of your clan, if he wins, he will take the weapon, this girl-"

Dayan put her down, "Chonghua, you decide for yourself, shall we agree or not?" ”

She blinked ignorantly, "Chonghua is Nalan's number one warrior, is he going to fight with others?" ”

"Yes, if you win, his son will be your queen!" Dayan laughed.

She walked over on her short legs without fear, looked up and asked, "Then we won't fight?" ”

The old martial king was cold and slowed down a little, and nodded to her.

"Daddy, promise! Chonghua must beat him! She bent her eyes and took the cold iron into her arms—

"You must beat him..."Zhao Chen said in a dream.

Meng Yong slowly opened his eyes and looked at her.

The little thing was shrinking into a ball and nesting in his arms, his body temperature was scorching, and his sleeping little face was a little delicate for no reason.

He was so distracted that he couldn't help but get closer, but the stubble on his chin woke her up.

Zhao Chen was still immersed in a dream, and he couldn't help but face the face very close, and subconsciously raised his hand to beat him-

"Hiss...," Meng Yong was slammed by her nose, and hurriedly turned his head to grab her hand, "What are you dreaming about?" ”

Zhao Chen woke up and was deaf, and noticed that he was better, so he immediately pushed him with a straight face, "Hurry up and let go!" ”

Meng Yong ignored it, hugged it tighter, and wrote on her back: 'I have lost weight in only ten days, do you think I can think of it? ’

Thinking that he was annoyed in his dreams these days, Zhao Chen's face darkened, "Is the Jedi fun?" ”

Meng Yong chuckled, "When your ears are well, I'll tell you." ’

Sensing that his body was cold again, Zhao Chen frowned and asked, "What's the matter with you?" Isn't it-"

'It would be nice if you gave more to you.' He wrote, and then he took her into his arms and greedily buried her at the side of her neck.

Zhao Chen was full of discomfort, "Don't make trouble, I'll talk to you about business, these days..."

"What kind of moth do you say the prince is doing?" When she woke up and her mind was alive, she began to ponder again.

Meng Yong didn't answer, but mentioned another thing, 'When they were in the barren mountains of western Beijing, Kunwu and the others followed to that mountain stream because the prince was carrying a sachet on him...'

He threw the sachet away. He paused in his hand, "That Xiao Ran is right, Jun's heart is like the depth of the sea." ’

Zhao Chen was stunned for a moment, "He deliberately avoided Kunwu and them?" It doesn't make sense... There were killers everywhere at the time, why should he hide from the people who saved him? ”

If you can't figure it out, you won't think about it first, in short, you and I will have to pay more attention to this prince in the future. ’

Zhao Chen responded, and said with empty eyes: "Kunwu is not dead, Gonggong Sun doesn't know where to hide him, I asked people to inquire in Cining Palace, but there is still no news, I only know that the daily supply of medicine has not been broken..."

"Be careful—" she muttered very lowly.

Meng Yong smiled with his eyebrows and eyes bent, and his body became hot, "If you can kill him once, you can kill him a second time." ’

He sat up nostalgically and removed the black jade wolf tooth from his neck.

'Thanks to having it. He wrote with a smile and put it back on her, "Xu Zhen can keep it safe, you can wear it well!" ’

When the two of them packed up and left the room, they bumped into Fu Sheng, who looked resentful.

"The medicine is almost ready, only the last thing to be put into the medicine." He said to the two with dark eyes.

Meng Yong couldn't help frowning, "Why didn't you say it earlier?" What's missing? ”

Fu Zheng said: "It's not a medicinal material, but a Suhe oil that the Guli Kingdom pays tribute every year." ”

"Suheyou? Does this thing have a big Chu? Meng Yong asked.

"Yes, there are, but the tribute from the ancient country was taken down by the hundred-year-old mother tree, and according to the ancient records, only this one is suitable."

Don't wait for Meng Yong to ask again.

"There is still half a month left on the Wanshou Festival, and the tribute is already on the way, so you can ask Your Majesty for it when the time comes."

Only then did Meng Yong loosen his eyebrows, turned around and wrote: 'Wait for half a month, there is a taste of medicine...'

Fu Zheng squinted at them, took out a sketch and handed it to Zhao Chen, and said, "Prince Wu, the picture you sent is too outdated, and the marks on many dangerous places are a lot off..."

Zhao Chen was stunned, reacted quickly, ignored the meaning of his words, and took the sketch with heavy eyes.

Master Yu Zhongjing's left...

Meng Yong was about to say something, but Yingchun walked in and said, "Your Highness, someone has visited Mr. Meng—"

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