Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

"I still have some rich heritage in Dazhou." Xiaoyu sat cross-legged on the imperial concubine's couch, making sutras with her little hands. After finishing her work, she chatted with Su Haitang again.

"Although no space debris was found, these things are also a great supplement. Excluding losses, they are enough to adjust the time ratio to one to fifty!"

Su Haitang's heart changed and he made the calculation.

"That's enough. The Hunjun is almost thirty, and he needs to live for another twenty years. Give him some prescriptions to recuperate his mind and consume his body, so as to accelerate his aging. Even if Cheng Yuanzheng is still awake, it will only take him half a year. .”

Su Haitang felt at ease and seriously planned his arrangements in Dazhou.

"Twenty years, this is a big expense. Since we are going out to hunt for treasures, it is better to conquer this world to avoid watching and worrying."

Xiaoyu nodded seriously.

"That's right. It will prevent the boat from capsizing in the gutter from happening again."

Xiaoyu faced the internal strife in the Suzaku Pavilion in the last plane, and was a little upset when a missile wiped them all out.

"It's fun for you to dominate here."

Su Haitang was not in any good mood.

"With this useless body that is so weak that it can't even practice the Purple Qi Jue, it is still king and hegemony. How can it have the energy to meddle in other people's business?"

Xiaoyu suggested sympathetically: "How about your whole son become the empress dowager?"

Su Haitang was speechless.

"What kind of nonsense novels have you been reading recently? Can a son be born casually? The emperor can't be just casually, okay?"

"Why do you get up earlier than a chicken, go to bed later than a dog, and worry about the food, drink, and urination of everyone in the world? Why do you work so hard? There are always people who want to usurp the throne. Is this how people live?"

Xiaoyu was speechless and choked.

"Dear, the world needs order. The rules are not set by humans. The greater the power, the greater the right to speak. How come it is no longer a life for humans? Your thoughts are very dangerous."

Su Haitang pouted.

"Everyone has his own ambitions. Anyway, I don't want my son to be so tired."

"Then you can't expect your child to be useless, right?" Xiaoyu retorted disapprovingly.

"You can't be so authoritarian. You have to respect your children's choices."

Su Haitang was stunned for a moment, then stood up from the bathtub with a smile, put on a cotton towel, and sucked the water drops on his body.

"You haven't even finished your horoscope yet, so why are you making a fuss about the child? You'd better prepare the medicine as soon as possible. Cheng Yuanzheng can't delay."

Xiaoyu breathed on the dying herbs in the field out of boredom, took a piece of pea yellow and rubbed her teeth.

"Well, the little fox's skills are getting better and better."

"Although these medicinal materials have been properly preserved, they have been harvested and lost their spirituality. It takes time to maintain them."

"But it's still faster than seeds."

Xiaoyu understood Su Haitang's mind and answered in advance.

Su Haitang allowed Jinxiu to wring her hair, changed her clothes, and lay comfortably on the imperial concubine's couch to eat snacks.

"You take care of the medicine, I don't care."

"Don't you make some explosives?" Xiaoyu was obviously very enthusiastic about war and couldn't help but encourage him.

"The materials have been notified to Mr. Hun to collect. They will arrive soon. I will leave them all to you."

Su Haitang yawned, rinsed his mouth and closed his eyes to take a nap.

This body is really too weak, and she will inevitably be suppressed.

"My beloved concubine, wake up."

He Liancheng pushed her to wake up, but it was rare that he didn't take advantage of her.

Su Haitang's eyes suddenly became clear, and then he raised his lips mockingly.

The emperor is really a ruthless creature. For the sake of the country and his ambition, how can he care about the kindness of a beautiful woman?

"Did the stuff arrive?"

Su Haitang yawned and stood up, put on his cloak and stood up.

"Let's go."

Hun Jun was at least right about one thing. As long as she was here, there would be a mobile arsenal and supplies station!