He chewed a packet of expired maltose for more than two hours, and during these two hours, Baza Hei thought a lot, from astronomy and geography to history and philosophy.

There is sugar in the mouth, but time still flies slowly.

In the end, the candy was finished, and the outside world finally quieted down, it covered its "cooing" belly, and its whole body collapsed to the ground, boredly reopening the program with the outside world, and then heard Ding Bao's hoarse voice.

"Damn, this must be a work-related injury, Lao Tzu's waist is broken."

Bazahei looked at Ding Bao's bright and bright little face, and glanced at her mouth indifferently, no matter how she looked, she looked like the goblin who sucked people's essence.

It seems that Cen Yao is serving well, Ding Bao's reaction is not very strong, and after taking a bath, he lies on the bed and lets Cen Yao rub her shoulders and pinch her legs.

"You're the one who took advantage of it."

"Fart, Cen Yao pinched my waist purple!"

"Well, when the mission is over, I'll apply to my superiors for a pennant for you."

"Forget the pennant, convert it into money and save it in my card."

"Vulgar."

"Poor sour."

“……”

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After that, Ding Bao lived in Cen Yao's Fengtian Temple.

The old man who is nearly thirty years old is out of control after tasting the sweetness once, and spends all his daily activities in bed except for dealing with twists and turns.

Ding Bao hasn't stepped out of the palace gate for a long time, first, she is lazy, and second, Cen Yao has given too much.

After each hand-to-hand fight, there was a reward of riches, thousands of jewels and colored jade were sent to Ding Bao, and mountains of gold and silver were as common as the sand on the ground.

Ding Bao has never seen so much money in her life, she loves money, Cen Yao collected the world's treasures and carried them to her, so that Ding Bao couldn't do without him, and for a while the palace said: All the treasures in the world belong to Concubine Zhuang.

Ding Bao is rich, and with Cen Yao's efforts, the level of wealth has reached a terrifying number.

She herself doesn't know how much money she has, anyway, according to Bazahei, there should be no richer than her in the world.

The money was given by Cen Yao, Ding Bao stayed with him for a long time, and found that the man did not care about these belongings, and he did not have many requirements for food, clothing, housing and transportation, as long as it was clean enough.

He ate simply, lived simply, wore only a few sets of clothes, and in addition to taking out a part of it to support the army, he gave all his money to Ding Bao.

The days passed, and it was almost time for Concubine Zhuang to give birth, and the officials of the court and the central government had already prepared congratulatory gifts for celebration, and some people proposed to hold a big feast, so that Concubine Zhuang would take out the little prince or princess to show the people of the world.

Everyone in the world is curious about what Concubine Zhuang can give birth to.

There is no doubt that this child must be a tool used by Cen Yao to deal with the three princes, and the poor child has not yet been born, and has already become the product of the power struggle.

At this time, Ding Bao, who should have been waiting for childbirth with peace of mind, was in a flat stomach at this time, he should eat and drink, and he didn't worry about the child at all, anyway, someone would arrange everything.

Recently, the palace has not been peaceful, and there was a fire not long ago, and a palace next to Fengtian Palace was burned to ashes, and the fire illuminated most of the night sky, almost spreading to Fengtian Palace.

Cen Yao went out of the palace that night to do errands, if the fire was not extinguished in time, Ding Bao, who lived in Fengtian Temple, would be burned to slag.