The next second, the old man threw Mr. Xie down on the bed without talking to him. He directly tried his best to prove whether his body was good or not.
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"No... I can't do it anymore, my waist is about to break," half an hour later, Mr. Xie, who had just been sharp-tongued, begged again and again, "Zhao Jingting, I was wrong... Isn't it okay if I was wrong!"
"Have you really realized your mistake?" The well-fed old man admired Xie Lun's crying appearance. It was both sweet and itchy. He couldn't help but leaned in and kissed her hard, and then said again, " If you know you’re wrong, do you know what you should do tomorrow?”
"I know," Mr. Xie said in a deep voice, with a look of death on his face, "Drink a whole pot of ginseng, deer antler, and chicken soup."
The old man was very satisfied with his reaction: "Drink for three days in a row."
"I know, I know, you're not afraid of me leaking blood," Xie Lun was annoyed to death. While avoiding Zhao Jingting's dishonest hands, he dug into his arms again, "Zhao Jingting, let someone lift Liao Chongwu." Go back and heal. His ribs are broken. I’m afraid it won’t be cured if he’s frozen for a long time.”
Xie Lun was very good at his punches and kicks. Liao Chongwu might have broken seven or eight of his ribs with just one kick.
"If it can't be cured, it can't be cured. Only when he has pain can he be alert." Zhao Jingting said coldly.
"He just drank too much, but he didn't do anything wrong after all," Xie Lun said softly, burying his face in Zhao Jingting's neck, "But I really don't like him, and he deserved this kick." It’s not an injustice, but it doesn’t have to make him suffer for the rest of his life. Forget it, let him go, he is an old man in the army after all.”
Zhao Jingting stroked the back of Xie Lun's neck and said in a deep voice: "Okay, but after the injury is cured, there is no need to let him go back to Kulun. Let him stay in Tubo from now on."
"Well," Xie Lun didn't bother to talk about Liao Chongwu anymore. He was so tired that he couldn't even open his eyelids at this time. "Go back quickly."
Zhao Jingting got out of bed with his coat on and went out to give orders to his subordinates. When he came in again, Xie Lun could no longer open his eyes. He roasted himself by the brazier and then went to bed in a hurry. Xie Lun immediately twisted his fetish. She seemed to be entangled with him, rubbed Zhao Jingting's face, and said vaguely: "I'm so sleepy."
"Go to sleep," Zhao Jingting held him in his arms and patted Xie Lun's back gently, "I drank ginseng, antler and chicken soup as soon as I woke up."
Xie Lun, who was originally drowsy, suddenly twitched the corners of his mouth: "... shut the hell up!"
"Hehehehe," Zhao Jingting smiled and hugged Xie Lun tighter, kissing his ear and saying with a smile, "Tomorrow I will really give you ginseng, deer antler and chicken soup early in the morning. We still have to eat after breakfast." Attending a banquet at the Tubo Palace."
New Year's Eve of the first year of Tianding.
Tubo Palace.
The young new emperor and third prince Pema Khenpo hurried back to the palace after his morning court. This was his first New Year's Eve after he ascended the throne, and also his first New Year as an adult. It is naturally of great significance, but it is not the Tibetan New Year after all. , the Ministry of Rites did not propose a celebration, but Khenpo Pema valued New Year's Eve very much. After all, Queen Yin Shuyi was from Dali, and he originally thought that the palace dinner on New Year's Eve would be a big one. Now in the northwest of Dali The army was still in Tubo, so Zhao Jingting and Xie Lun were bound to be invited to attend. However, after communication, Zhao Jingting and Xie Lun were required to celebrate New Year's Eve with the soldiers, so after discussion, the emperor and empress arranged the palace banquet in Fortunately, New Year's Eve is not a traditional Tubo festival, so it will naturally not cause dissatisfaction among the courtiers.