Chu Mohan immediately complied, massaged Chu Wanxiang's shoulders, neck and waist, and did not forget to pinch her legs and stomach, Chu Wanxiang hummed comfortably, Chu Mohan smiled: "My lady is really delicate and tight, and she even needs someone to help with the massage."

"yes. I'm sick now, I need someone to hurt me, I need someone to serve me." Chu Wanxiang blinked her big watery eyes, "Mo Han, if you dislike me for trouble, then I will continue to rely on you."

"Okay, don't dislike it." Chu Mohan smiled dotingly and took a towel to wipe Chu Wanxiang's face.

Chu Wanxiang stared at him with a smile, her eyes wandering, and it seemed to contain thousands of styles. Chu Mohan was a little uncomfortable by her teasing, coughed dryly, and diverted the topic: "The 'queen' you just said refers to the queen of which country?"

Chu Wanxiang pursed her lips and smiled: "Princess Changle of Nanzhao Kingdom, the most noble woman in Southern Xinjiang."

The southern Xinjiang country is rich in beautiful women, and the royal family of the Nanzhao country has lived in the Nanzhao valley for generations. The citizens of Nanzhao are good at riding and archery, and their martial arts are outstanding, so the women of Nanjiang are brave and good at fighting. Nanzhao women are bold by nature, and men do not lose their daughters' families, and they are the objects of competition in the northwest countries.

Now that Chu Mohan has ascended the throne, Nanzhao has voluntarily attached himself. Murong Changle, the princess of Nanzhao Kingdom, is the only pearl in the palm of the monarch of Nanzhao Kingdom. Although the monarch of Nanzhao is old, he has no son and half a daughter under his knees, and he only hopes that this only beloved daughter can give birth to Lin'er, extend the heirs, and inherit the incense.

"It turns out that she is Princess Changle." Chu Mohan pondered for a moment, "She doesn't have a good relationship with the royal family of Nanzhao Kingdom?"

"It is said that the two countries have clashed and resented each other, so it is not a good thing for the two countries to marry, and ...... Most of the men in southern Xinjiang are rangers, with violent tempers and fierce personalities. The people of southern Xinjiang are keen on martial arts and conquest, and the country advocates martial arts, and women are proud of their martial arts. Princess Changle was gifted, and at the age of sixteen, she practiced internal skills and was named the national teacher of Southern Xinjiang. Her fiancé is Zhao Qiyan, the only son of the Marquis of Nanyang, the younger brother of the monarch of Southern Xinjiang."

Chu Mohan bowed slightly, and was a little more wary of Zhao Qiyan in his heart. Although Zhao Qiyan is a scholar, he has a different skill and is strong in martial arts. Chu Mohan didn't know what he thought about his sister, in short, he wouldn't settle down. He couldn't help but worry secretly: "Xiangxiang, try to have as little contact with Zhao Qiyan as possible in the future."

"I see." Chu Wanxiang nodded obediently, "He didn't dare to mess around."

Chu Wanxiang is not a stupid person, she understands Zhao Qiyan's ambitions, so she will never have any entanglement with Zhao Qiyan.

Chu Mohan breathed a sigh of relief, took Chu Wanxiang into his arms, and called in a low voice: "Xiangxiang, don't say such stupid things in the future. If you have three longs and two shorts, how will you let me live?"

Chu Wanxiang raised her eyes to look at him. Her Mo Han is a proud person, and being able to say such thoughtful words shows how afraid she is of losing her.

"Mo Han, I am reluctant to leave you. Let's not quarrel in the future, shall we? I was wrong." Chu Wanxiang hugged him tightly.

"Stop making trouble, okay?" Chu Mohan patted her on the back.

"Hmm." Chu Wanxiang rubbed the placket on his chest, "Mo Han, thank you."

The two quietly hugged and kissed for a long time, until the respectful salute of the palace maids and eunuchs sounded outside: "Your Majesty, dinner is ready."

"Hmm." Chu Mohan helped Chu Wanxiang get up, and asked her to lie back on the bed, "Xiangxiang, I will first order the imperial chef to bring the food in, and you can rest for a while and eat something before drinking medicine." I'll take you for a walk and eat later."

Chu Wanxiang nodded, and Chu Mohan went out to decorate.

Chu Wanxiang was lying on the bed, and a handsome and extraordinary and high-spirited face appeared in her mind. She couldn't help laughing, it was her brother Chu Liangyue, her cousin Chu Liangyue. Her life in the palace became more and more difficult, and she lived in fear every day.

Chu Wanxiang lived in the palace for five days, was in a coma twice a day, and when she woke up, she didn't know when, and when she woke up, she heard Chu Mohan whispering in her ear, calling her name softly, and coaxing her to sleep.

On this day, Chu Wanxiang finally came to her senses completely, and was about to find someone to report it, when a little eunuch came in outside the door and said, "Your Majesty, the imperial concubine has woken up."

Chu Wanxiang was pleasantly surprised when she heard this, and hurriedly propped up her upper body: "Quick, help the palace up."

Chu Mohan pushed the door

When I came in, I saw her get up, frowned deeper, ran to the bed, grabbed her cold wrist, and said anxiously, "Why are you up again?"

Chu Wanxiang saw that his eyes were red, and couldn't help but caress his cheeks in distress, and said softly, "Mo Han, are you crying? Who bullied you? You tell me, and I'll teach her a lesson."

Chu Mohan shook his head, buried his face in her arm, and said sullenly, "It's okay. Are you hungry?"

Chu Wanxiang saw a bowl of porridge on the table and nodded, "I'm hungry."

"I'll feed you." Chu Mohan scooped a spoonful of porridge and sent it to Chu Wanxiang's mouth.

"Mo Han, I'll come by myself, you hurry up and sit down to eat." Chu Wanxiang looked at him with a smile.

Chu Mohan refused to follow, and insisted on feeding her with his own hands. Chu Wanxiang couldn't resist him, and obediently ate the porridge, and then Chu Mohan fed her soup cakes, and she swallowed them all.

"Xiangxiang, let's go home."

"Homecoming?" Chu Wanxiang hesitated a little, "But I still have an envoy with me......

Chu Mohan took her hand: "What is more important than your life? You are sick, you must go back to recuperate, and you cannot stay."

Chu Wanxiang bit her lip: "Do you really want me to go back? What should you do when I'm gone? You still have so many things to deal with......

"I can leave the government to the right prime minister. Let's go back first, and when you're healed, it's not too late to come back." Chu Mohan's attitude was firm. He knew that Chu Wanxiang didn't want to stay in the palace, and he also knew that Chu Wanxiang wanted to give birth to a child for him. In that case, of course he had to protect her.

"Desert ......"

Chu Wanxiang wanted to persuade again, but Chu Mohan didn't give her a chance: "I've already decided, you don't need to say more."

Chu Wanxiang pursed her lips and hung her head aggrievedly. Her husband can't even take care of the country for her, she should be gratified, why is her nose sour?

"I'll let Xiao Dezi arrange it."

"Don't forget, you are now me, not the Duke of Chu!"

Chu Mohan frowned: "I don't want to be the emperor, whether you agree or not, I will ask for abolition."

Chu Wanxiang's eyes widened: "You're crazy!"

Chu Mohan hooked his thin lips and showed an evil smile: "It's okay if you don't become an emperor, but I don't want to continue to be constrained by those old ministers. How about we retreat to the mountains and forests and no longer ask about the world? Will you leave with me?"

Chu Wanxiang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into a smile, threw herself into his arms, and hugged him hard: "Okay! I'm willing to leave with you."