The Great Wilderness Helping His Wife

But... what's going on now?

Luo Shui frowned beautifully, lost in thought.

Zhao Hao kindly reminded: "Do you think it might be that the medicine was smoldering too much to heal your injuries a few days ago, which caused you to sleepwalk in here? Look, you are still holding the sword."

Luo Shui was silent.

She knew that Zhao Hao acted recklessly, but she had never done anything to force a woman.

Even if you force it, you can't even put your sword aside, right?

She looked at the sword in her arms, and couldn't help but feel a little hesitant. If she looked at it this way, his guess was somewhat reasonable.

Zhao Hao looked as if he had been wronged: "You are so fierce, if you still don't put away your sword, you will be in a panic!"

"Oh……"

Luo Shui responded sullenly, put the sword aside, and said, "Put it away too."

Zhao Hao: "..."

Luo Shui felt that he must be confused. Now that he was awake, why would he hug him?

But after sleeping together for so long, no matter how you tidy them up, the wrinkles will not be smoothed out.

In addition, the maroon coat was her previous clothes, and she felt tight in her chest no matter how she tidied it up.

I was a little upset for a while.

At this moment……

"Young master! The old masters are back, they are calling you to go..."

Lao Yang's voice stopped abruptly. He stood at the door of the tent, clutching the curtain in his hand, and stood there dumbfounded.

But he reacted quickly.

"Huh? Where's the person? It must be that I opened it in the wrong way, so try again!"

Saying that, he lowered the curtain and backed out.

Immediately afterwards, his voice sounded from outside the tent again: "Young master! Little mistress! The old masters are back, they are calling you to have dinner together..."

Zhao Hao: "..."

Luo Shui: "..."

The little girl's cheeks were flushed with anxiety, and her eyes were wide open, but she stared at Lao Yang a few times, but she didn't exude the aura she wanted.

He could only pick up the sword in a panic, rushed out of the tent as if fleeing, and then jumped to the top of the tent.

Zhao Hao: "..."

This autistic child will never stand on the ground if he can stay on the beam of the house.

It's a pity that the tent has no beams, so we can only stand on the top of the tent.

He looked up and found that there was only a slight depression in the roof of the tent.

so light.

It seems that she is still a little malnourished, and she must prepare some nutritious meals for her when she goes back.

Otherwise, how can people experience a sense of oppression and suffocation?

Lao Yang greeted him with a smile: "My lord, is the little mistress angry with me? You have to say something nice for me."

Zhao Hao patted him on the shoulder: "Lao Yang, you don't need to worry too much. Who in the world would be angry with you if you smeared honey on your little mouth?"

Lao Yang gave a thumbs up: "My son is awesome, you are invincible with a single bet!"

Zhao Hao arched his hands: "Concession, concession!"

One old and one young left the camp with their shoulders crossed and their backs crossed.

Zhao Hao turned his head and waved to Luoshui who was on the camp tent: "Aren't you coming down to eat together?"

Luo Shui tugged on his clothes that were not completely flattened, and turned his head away angrily.

Zhao Hao spread his hands: "I can only give Lao Yang some of the new candies from Suzhuang. I'm afraid I will get diabetes at this age..."

"Oh!"

A figure landed on the ground, Luo Shui was holding the sword, not squinting.

Zhao Hao: "..."

Lao Yang: "..."

The old Zhao's family's camp was not in the military camp. According to the old man, the reason for coming to Xilongguan this time was for private matters, and it would be too pretentious to bother the army with everything.

If something happened in the Xilong Mountains, Feng Dajun, the general of the Xilong Army, had to take care of it. Even if he was the marshal, he couldn't intervene for no reason.

Zhao Hao secretly sighed, it really is the old man's style.

If it weren't for his frankness, Jiang Zheng wouldn't trust him so much.

But the problem is...

All his life, the old man was not afraid of the shadow slanting, and he kept his spine straight wherever he went.

But Jiang Zheng, that little old man, was a little stooped because of his advanced age.

Raise the curtain.

Hey!

The two little old men were there. The old man was pale and haggard, with a lot of white hair on his temples. He looked as if he had been seriously injured after the war.

But through Kurong Wenxing, it can be seen that although he was indeed seriously injured, the vitality in his body was much higher than before. It was obvious that he had made a small breakthrough in this battle. [-]% of these strands of white hair were dyed.

On the other hand, Jiang Zheng's hair was combed meticulously, and he looked energetic. His hair was darker and thicker than when he was in the capital, but under the star of Kurong Wenxing, his vitality was bleak.

Needless to say, this black hair was also dyed.

These two little old men are interesting!

On the other hand, the dark-faced man sat beside him with a depressed face, just trying to coax his red-eyed, sad-looking daughter-in-law.