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Zhou Tang couldn't look away no matter what, he just felt that Luo Ping's peaceful sleeping face was all temptation.

The tip of the nose was getting closer and closer, he held his breath, and pressed his kiss on Luo Ping's lips.

Due to being too tense, his body was a little stiff, and the angle of inclination caused the wound to prick and hurt, as if warning him of something.

Will he wake up?What should I do if I find out?

It was a frightening kiss, which made Zhou Tang very unwilling.

The heart was beating so fast, but there was no way to convey it to the little master through this kiss.

It was he himself who was afraid. No one had taught him what to do when he liked someone. He had read all of Mr. Xu's books and understood the romance, but he hadn't understood how to deal with his own relationship.

He also grew up studying sages, and he knows how to be a teacher for one day and be a father for life, and he knows the principle of respecting teachers and respecting the way. He also knows how rebellious what he is doing will be in the eyes of the world.But he didn't want to reflect on himself—what's wrong with liking Little Master?No one is more worthy of his heart, he never wants to leave his little wife in his life...

The more he thought about it, the more dizzy his head became, and the more he thought about it, the hotter he felt. Zhou Tang couldn't help but bully him. He put his palms around Luo Ping's neck, and his fingertips fell on the delicate skin behind his ears. He rubbed them bit by bit, saying Not sure if it was excitement or trembling of fear.

Not satisfied with the motionless touch at the corner of his lips, he groped and licked, feeling the tiny wrinkles on the dry lips of the young master, and sucking instinctively, trying to make it plump up.

"Hmm..." Suffering from the sensory stimulation, Luo Ping couldn't fall asleep at all, so he moaned softly.

Zhou Tang stopped suddenly, looked up and saw Luo Ping's eyelashes lifted.

From those eyes, he saw a look that he had never seen before, as if struggling on the edge of restraint, with unreal fragility, and too much emotion leaked out of confusion.

That was the little wife he had never seen before, only a moment of passion.

This moment was too short, Zhou Tang was pushed away by Luo Ping before he recovered his senses.

"Xiaotang, what are you doing!" Luo Ping reprimanded, "Are you burnt out!"

There was still a warm moist feeling on his lips, and Luo Ping himself was flustered, so he could only cover up his gaffe with anger.

Zhou Tang didn't speak, but kept entwining him, reached out to touch Luo Ping's red ears, and even leaned forward to ask for a kiss.

Luo Ping was so angry with him, he didn't care about his injuries, grabbed his back collar and pulled him away from him, shaking him away vigorously.There was a thud, and Zhou Tang was thrown onto the bed.

The wound hurt terribly, coupled with the young master's decisive attitude, Zhou Tang suddenly felt wronged and stubborn.

He pursed his lips tightly, but still didn't say a word, staring at Luo Ping so hard that the circles of his eyes turned red.

Seeing him suffering from pain, Luo Ping was also full of sadness, and forced to suppress his chaotic thoughts: "Didn't you promise to sleep well, what happened suddenly? Have a nightmare? Or is it uncomfortable?"

As soon as Zhou Tang heard that his tone softened, he went even further, turning around and pounced, knocking the back of Luo Ping's head against the carved bed rail.Luo Ping didn't expect such an outburst, so he couldn't react in time.

Zhou Tang sucked and bit Luo Ping's lips and neck in a disorganized manner, and also tore at Luo Ping's skirt with both hands indiscriminately, and couldn't wait to kiss him when he pulled it apart a little.

The more this happened, the more anxious he became. His eyes were covered with moisture, and he was still saying harsh words: "Little master, why are you hiding! Why don't you want to get close to me! Don't hide! You have to hide again!" I will punish you!"

Luo Ping didn't refuse any more, just looked at him with complicated expression: "What crime does the lord want to punish me for?"

Zhou Tang held his face in his hands, and said without thinking, "Punish you for disobedience! I'm going to put you in prison, and I'll let you out when you realize your mistake!"

... What a familiar word.

Luo Ping smiled lightly: "Close it if you want."

For some reason, Zhou Tang felt that this smile made his chest hurt like a spasm, obviously there was no wound there.

He hurriedly explained: "I'm just kidding, little master, I wouldn't be willing to lock you up. I'm just angry, we've been together for so long, but you don't want to get close to me at all, even you and Fang Jin I'm close!"

Luo Ping asked: "Close? What kind of intimacy does the prince want? Doesn't the prince feel that such a skin-to-skin date is really inappropriate!"

"I like little master, I just want to kiss you, why not give it to me?" Zhou Tang said confidently.

"..." Luo Ping was depressed.

He found that the child was completely spoiled by him, even worse than before: "My lord, there are some things that I can't afford if you want them."

"Why can't you afford it?" Zhou Tang looked at him sadly, probably because the heat from the wound had risen again, his cheeks were sickly red, "Why can't you afford it, it's obvious that you don't want to. I feel so bad, little master, please don't push me away anymore, okay, I will really get sicker and sicker."

"...My lord, you are still too young to understand." After all, Luo Ping was unwilling to let him suffer and let him lean on his body, but still avoided his request.

"You are my little wife. If I don't understand, you can teach me..." The late effect of the medicine and the resurgence of high fever made Zhou Tang's mind blurred, blinking slowly, drowsy.

Luo Ping sighed, carefully helped him lie down, covered him with a quilt, patted him lightly, and said nothing.

Zhou Tang fell into a deep sleep before he could answer.

Luo Ping stroked the broken hair on his forehead, and muttered to himself: I'm sorry, this, I am not qualified to teach you.

After another two days of tossing, Zhou Tang's fever subsided and his wound healed.

He was still thinking about what happened that day, but obviously Luo Ping didn't want to mention it anymore, and he couldn't find a chance to continue entanglement, so he could only be angry secretly.

Anger is nothing but anger, he has not forgotten the business.

These days, because he was bedridden to recuperate from his injuries, he couldn't hear any news about the Nanshan bandits, so he couldn't help feeling a little worried.There must have been a lot of trouble that night, and I was carried back sideways, so I don't know how Tongfang City reacted.

But the little master who knew the whole story best didn't like to talk to him, and he was so anxious that he scratched his heart.Finally, after he was allowed to get out of bed and walk around today, the little master put on the posture to talk to him.

"My lord, don't worry. Compared with the Red Scarf Village, the losses of the Nanshan bandits are very small."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Zhou Tang's heart sank: It's over, the little master called him prince, it seems that he hasn't calmed down yet.

But this is obviously not the time to apologize: "How many are there?"

"Together with the guards around you at that time, nine people were killed and 45 people were injured. They have already given generous pensions to their families. Twelve horses were lost, and hundreds of weapons, bows and arrows were lost, and they are all being restocked now."

"Oh." After hearing such detailed data, Zhou Tang finally felt relieved, "What about Tongfang City? Has it been affected in any way? What about the Yao Pengfei you asked me to save? Did Yang Zhizhou do anything else? Moth?"

"My lord, I'm here to tell you these things today." Luo Ping said, "Vice Envoy Yao and a group of Minshan people have already entered the city, and spread the story of the lord's heroic killing of bandits throughout the city. He is Yang Zhizhou's confidant, and even he speaks for the prince, which shows how much the prince supports him."

"Well, it's all thanks to you, little master!" Zhou Tang hurriedly flattered.

Luo Ping was indifferent: "The biggest influence in the city is..."

"What is it?"

"Every day at the gate of the palace, there are a large number of officials who come to visit the sick, and there are also a bunch of matchmakers and maids, crying and shouting to see the prince. Carrying the peace talisman that my young lady asked for from the temple. The entire palace is so tightly surrounded that it is difficult for Fang Jin to enter the palace quietly."

Zhou Tang blinked: "Ah?" What is this going on?He quickly stated, "I'm not interested in them, you have to believe me, little master."

"My lord, a young hero, is naturally favored by young officials and daughters, so what does that have to do with me?" Luo Ping said calmly, as if he had nothing to do with him, "What I want to say is that they are stuck in this way. The gate will hinder the sacrifice to heaven in three days, please tell me whether you want to see me or rush away."

"Get rid of them! Let Steward Cheng send them away... Wait, what's going on with Jitian?"

"This is something that was arranged before the prince came back. Now that war has been declared with the Red Scarf Village, I want all the people in Yuezhou to see the determination and courage of the prince. Therefore, a high platform was built at Xishikou a few days ago. , set up a prayer formation, lit the Kyushu wooden torch, and waited for seven days, waiting for the prince's ceremony to sacrifice to heaven."

"Before I come back...you made all the arrangements for me?"

"Yes, whether you are dead or alive, I will use this sacrifice to make your name go down in history."

Heaven sacrifice ceremony.

Although the road had been cleared in advance, the crowd of people made Yue Wang's car move slowly.

After finally arriving at Xishikou, it was almost noon.

The song of the national style was played, and the king of Yue was wearing a thousand-year-old green brocade, and he climbed slowly to the low drumbeat, until he reached the top of the high platform, and stopped in front of the Kyushu wood torch.

The sun was surprisingly bright, shining on the high Fushangtai.The people who looked up below were all dazzled, looking at King Yue, it was as if a god descended.Some people couldn't help sighing: Our Yue King is really the son of the dragon.

Zhou Tang's voice is clear and clear, with Lego singing, every sentence pierces people's hearts——

In ancient times there was Boliang, and now there is Fushang.

The high platform is raised up, and the mind is as firm as a stone.

The purple air comes from the east, and God blesses the west.

Kyushu wooden deed, the more bandits will die!

Taking the sacred tree of Kyushu as a contract, this king swears to heaven that if the banditry in Yuezhou is not eradicated for a day, this king will never give up!

After finishing speaking, he drank the wine of wishing heaven, pierced his fingertips with the black iron blade holding cold, blood dripped into the torch of Kyushu wood, and burst into flames several feet high with a snort.

The Kyushu Shenmu will explode when it encounters blood, and at this time, a woody fragrance with a bloody smell permeates the entire Xishikou.

The people in the audience were infected by him, and they all echoed: "God bless the western border, the more bandits will die!"

Luo Ping also kept looking up at him until his eyes were so sore from the light that he couldn't open them.

After the ceremony, when he returned to the palace, Zhou Tang was still in a state of excitement, and kept saying, "Little master, do you see that they are all kneeling down to worship me, and they trust me, the king of Yue! I have my own subjects!"

Seeing his kingly posture, Luo Ping couldn't calm down.It was so similar to the Zhou Tang in his memory—proud, conceited, and tough.

How so fast?How did this child grow up so fast?

Luo Ping suppressed the ups and downs in his heart, and bandaged the cut on his fingertips: "I said, one day, my lord, you will climb to the highest place in Dacheng, and you will have your own country..."

"Little master, don't call me prince, call me Xiaotang, okay?"

"...One day, your name will become a taboo in the world."

"It's different for you, little master, my name will not be taboo for you!"

"No, I hope it is." Luo Ping looked at him deeply, "That's my wish, my lord."

Hearing what he said, Zhou Tang suddenly felt sad. He didn't understand what kind of broken wish it was.Aren't wishes beautiful things?Why is the wish of the little master so sad?

"Little Master!" He shouted hastily, and then hugged Luo Ping tightly, refusing to let go no matter what.

Luo Ping stiffened his body and did not respond.

Zhou Tang stared at his thin red earlobe, and kissed him lightly.

From the earlobes, to the cheeks, to the tip of the nose, to the lips.

Between the gap between lips and teeth, Luo Ping sighed.Helpless, a kind of affection.

"Little Tang..."

How many fates have been changed?

Back then, in every kiss they had, he called "Your Majesty".

Luo Ping was full of worries, but Zhou Tang was very happy: "That's great, little master, you are not angry with me anymore!"