Xiao Rui's voice came from outside the door, "Don't move, don't move at all, I'll come in by myself."
In fact, he had already heard Li Shengnan's voice trying to stop the fight from afar, and found it interesting, so he quickly pulled Xiangcheng and slowed down his pace. He didn't hide it until he got too close and was spotted by two strange beasts.
Li Shengnan beat Xiao Rui's chest and cried: "You still know how to come back, I thought you would never come back!"
Wei Yanran was not so direct, she just sobbed in a low voice. The two of them leaned on Xiao Rui's chest one by one. Princess Xiangcheng watched quietly from the side, neither jealous nor trying to persuade her. She knew this emotion very well, and the other two People are forced to focus on raising a baby, but it would be a lie to say they don’t care. So it's good to let them cry and vent at this time.
After a while, Xiangcheng saw that the time was almost up, so he interrupted and joked: "Husband, before you came back, they always insisted that you would be fine, as if they believed that no one in the world could hurt you."
Xiao Rui looked at the two women, and the three of them laughed at the same time, "Of course, I am the reincarnation of a god, how can a mortal hurt me?"
If Xiangcheng sneers, he will brag.
At this time, Wei Yanran stretched out her hand and twisted the soft flesh around Xiao Rui's waist, "You should be the first to tell Sister Xiangcheng about this. It's so hard that we don't dare to tell anyone about it until now."
Um? What's up? Xiangcheng was stunned. It seems that there is a secret between the three of them.
Xiao Rui begged for mercy: "I didn't hide it on purpose. I'm just engaged to you, not married yet. This is my biggest secret."
Li Shengnan retorted: "Then haven't you told Yanran and me?"
"Then you are not mine... ahem, Xiangcheng, actually..." Xiao Rui quickly explained, but Li Shengnan rushed to say, "Sister Xiangcheng, in fact, my husband is a god."
Xiangcheng chuckled and said, "You guys, why are you helping him fool around? If he is a god, he should be able to fly in the clouds and ride in the mist. He has flown back a long time ago, why bother to go to the Western Turks to suffer?"
Xiao Rui smiled bitterly and shook his head. After sensing that no one was eavesdropping, he raised his right hand with the ring and said to Xiangcheng: "Look carefully and don't blink."
Whoosh, a pair of big hammers appeared in his hands.
ah?
Xiangcheng's mouth opened wide.
Xiao Rui moved his hands and the two hammers disappeared.
"Husband, are you doing a trick?"
trick?
Xiao Rui transformed the sledgehammer again, bang! The floor shook. Xiangcheng couldn't help but stretched out his hand to test it. Feeling the real touch, he still couldn't believe it. He walked around Xiao Rui several times and muttered: "Where is it hidden?"
...It’s over, I still don’t believe it.
Li Shengnan urged: "Husband, bring something else out. You will be away for a few months, won't you bring us gifts?"
Xiangcheng said in confusion: "Sister Shengnan, your husband is just running for his life, how can he have time to prepare gifts?"
Unexpectedly, Xiao Rui flipped his right hand, and several wooden boxes fell out on the ground. Judging from the appearance, it was clearly a prairie style.
"Pick it out yourself, one box per person. These are the valuable things I collected when I wiped out the Turkic Royal Court. I don't care about gold and silver jewelry or decorations. In short, except for pots, pans, pans and tents, anything of some value is included. Take it away. These boxes are women's jewelry that I sorted out later. Each of you has one box. Why don't you try your luck? See who can choose the good ones? "
These are all private goods brought by Xiao Rui. He swept the royal court and only brought food and prisoners. He could not take away other valuables and baggage. Otherwise, there would be too many horses to carry them and they would not be able to move quickly. In a war, it would be fatal. of.
But no one knew that Xiao Rui quietly went back on his own and used the spiritual ring in his hand to plunder all the treasures of King Jieli. I wonder if Jie Li will cry to death when he returns to the royal court and sees it with his own eyes.
Is this, is this all true? Xiangcheng's jaw dropped.
Wei Yanran said humbly and courteously: "Let Sister Xiangcheng choose first."
How can Xiangcheng still have the time to choose things? He pulled Xiao Rui and asked: "Husband, what is going on? Are you really a god? Then why don't you come back? Do you keep us worried about you?"
Xiao Rui smiled bitterly and said: "Look, you should choose first. I'll explain it to Xiangcheng."
With that said, La Xiangcheng came to the side, still in the same manner as Xianyuan, and the ring on his hand was the magical artifact of Xumina Mustard Seed, the only one in the world.
After a long time, Xiangcheng finally forced himself to believe and accept.
Surprised by her husband's magical power, the second is the feeling of trust in the secret being shared, which makes Xiangcheng happier than opening a box and sharing treasures.
howl……
The two strange beasts on alert outside spoke, meaning someone was coming.
Xiao Rui walked out of the door, and it turned out that the housekeeper kept looking around, "Master, I, I didn't mean to disturb your reunion with the young lady. It's because you haven't been back for a long time, and the old lady asked me to come and take a look. I'm worried about something."
Xiao Rui smiled and scolded: "Old Hu, you don't need to make up a cover. Tell me directly, what did mother actually say?"
this……
Seeing Xiao Rui's insistence, the housekeeper gritted his teeth and said: "The old lady said: Let me inform the young master not to be greedy. The two young ladies are so big that they must not..."
"What???"
Before Xiao Rui could get angry, the housekeeper turned around and fled.
The three women behind him laughed so hard that they couldn't bend down.
Xiao Rui was so embarrassed that he could only help pack the gifts, and then led the three ladies to the house by the river. He first met with Lao Li Yuan who was fishing by the river, explained about Queen Xiao, and then went into the house to meet Queen Xiao. .
Old Li Yuan is becoming more and more like an ordinary old man. He thinks that Xiao Rui, a kid who values friendship, justice and etiquette, is very good. The former Sui Dynasty is gone, and Empress Xiao is no longer a queen. Since she doesn't want to enjoy the honorable position, it's fine to be an ordinary citizen. There is nothing wrong with living in her natal family.
Queen Xiao's grandparents and grandson had just been settled here. Early the next morning, Xiao Yu, who was hungover, hurried over. There was another tearful confession with Empress Xiao.
Xiao Rui personally cooked a family reunion dinner, and Queen Xiao was full of praise. It turned out that this nephew was an all-rounder, not like a nobleman at all. But he doesn't look like an ordinary boy.
"Ahem, young master, the high chamberlain in the palace is here."
"Oh? Lao Gao is here? Just in time, we have just made a meal. Please invite him in to eat together."
At the door of the kitchen, the chamberlain Lao Gao said humbly: "Your Majesty, your Majesty, this old servant has invited your Majesty to come to the palace. If you have something to do, you don't dare to delay your meal. Thank you for your kindness, please wait for another day."
Xiao Rui packed up his belongings, took off his apron, looked at Lao Gao, smiled and joked: "Okay, Lao Gao, you can even hold back my skills, it means it's not a big deal."
"Okay, if you're in a hurry, go back and recover first. After I've had lunch, Xiaoxiaoshi can go and see the saint by yourself."
this……
Lao Gao understood that in the whole world, the only one who dared to neglect the emperor was the one in front of him.
Sighing, he cupped his hands and said thanks: "Well...thank you Prince Consort for the hospitality. You can say a few kind words to me later."
"Don't worry, I'll just say I'm hungover and it's not your fault."
...this explanation? Forget it, I'll report it truthfully myself.
