Princess too Young, Prince too Old

The next second, the old man threw Xiao Xie directly onto the bed, and he didn't even shoot at him. Practice it directly to prove whether his bones will work.

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"No ... no, I'm going to break my waist," half an hour later. Xiao Xie, who had just returned his sharp teeth, exhorted again and again, "Zhao Jingting. I was wrong ... isn't it wrong!"

"Really wrong?" The lame old man admired Xie Lun's crying appearance. It was sweet and itchy again, and I couldn't help but kissed him again, and then I said it again. "I know I'm wrong, what do you know then?"

"I know," Master Xie snorted and gasped. His face looked as if he was dead. "Drink a whole pot of ginseng antler chicken soup."

The old man was very satisfied with his response: "Drink for three days."

"I know, I know, you are not afraid of my bleeding," Xie Lun was so annoyed. While avoiding Zhao Jingting's dishonest hand. One side drilled into his arms. "Zhao Jingting, let people carry Liao Chongwu back to heal him. His ribs are broken. He may not be cured if he freezes for a long time."

Shelen counts on his fists. Just kicking out just now, Liao Chongwu was afraid to break seven or eight ribs.

"If you can't cure it, you can't cure it. He can only wake up if he has pain." Zhao Jingting said coldly.

"He just drank too much. Nothing happened," Xie Lun whispered, burying his face in Zhao Jingting's neck, "but I really don't like him. It's not wrong, but it doesn't have to make him suffer for the rest of his life. Forget it, let him go, it's an old man in the army. "

Zhao Jingting caressed Xie Lun's neck, and Shen said, "Okay, just after the injury is cured, you don't need to let him go back to Kulun, and let him stay in Tubo in the future."

"Well," Xie Lun didn't bother to say Liao Chongwu, he was so exhausted that his eyelids couldn't open at this time, "Go and return quickly."

Zhao Jingting got out of bed wearing a blouse, went out and ordered his subordinates. When he came in, Xie Lun had completely opened his eyes. He roasted by the brazier, and then got into bed. Xie Lun immediately twisted the sugar. He seemed to be entangled in him, and froze in Zhao Jingting's face, saying vaguely: "So sleepy."

"Sleep," Zhao Jingting hugged the person in his arms, and patted Xie Lun's back gently. "As soon as I woke up, I drank ginseng deer antler soup."

Xie Lun, who was so sleepy, twitched in the corner of her mouth, "... how do you shut up for Lao Tzu!"

"Hey hey hey," Zhao Jingting smiled and squeezed Xie Lun tighter, and kissed his ears with a smile, "Minger really gave you ginseng deer antler soup early in the morning. After breakfast, we have to get in The Tibetan Palace is going to banquet. "

Tianding New Year's Eve.

Tubo Palace.

After the young new emperor and three princes Bai Makanbu came to the palace early, he hurried back to the palace. This was the first New Year's Eve after he became king, and the first new year after his adulthood. It is of great significance, but it is not a Tibetan New Year. The Ministry of Ceremony did not propose the celebration. Instead, Baima Khenpo attaches great importance to New Year's Eve. In the end, Empress Yin Shuyi is a Dali. He also thought that the New Year's Eve party dinner must be a big one. Now, Northwest Dali The army is still in Tubo, and it is necessary to invite Zhao Jingting and Xie Lun to participate, but after communication, Zhao Jingting and Xie Lun celebrate New Year's Eve to celebrate with the soldiers as a rule, so after the emperor's discussion, the palace palace dinner was set up For the first day, fortunately, New Year's Eve is not a traditional Tibetan festival, and naturally it will not cause dissatisfaction among all courtiers.