Early morning in August.
"Hey..." Su Xiaowan sighed in Liu Mo's house, "Husband, Ayina, did she really get pregnant like this?"
As she spoke, her silky smooth skin arched into Liu Mo's arms.
In the past few days, she had been lingered by Liu Mo every day, and she felt happy and worried at the same time.
Especially her physical condition, which always returned to its original state after every drive, so much so that she would be beaten to death by Zheten every time, and sometimes she even wanted to ask her sister to come in and replace her.
"I finally understand, you can't rush this kind of thing!" Liu Mo said
Hearing Su Xiaowan's scolding, she felt a sense of accomplishment in her heart and said with a smile, "Isn't this great? My husband can accompany you every day!"
Su Xiaowan's face turned red, "Bad guy!" She really had no idea about this husband's strong driving ability, "I hope God will bless me and let me realize my dream as soon as possible!"
Otherwise... I will continue to suffer! Thinking of this,
"Why do you ask God for help? You have to ask me for this kind of thing!" Liu Mo whispered in Su Xiaowan's ear.
After hearing this, Su Xiaowan's face became even more red, and she raised her pink fist and hit her: "No! I'm very tired!"
"Haha, get up then!" Liu Mo sat up from the bed. "There are still a lot of things waiting for me to do!"
Not only are there a lot of things, but there is also a major event that can shock the Great Xia Dynasty.
More than a hundred years later, the Zhou Dynasty sent envoys to Daxia again.
There is only one destination, and that is Rongcheng.
"Do I have to go see him?" Su Xiaowan asked uneasily.
"He is your sworn brother. According to etiquette, you really want to see him!"
"But I... don't want to see him."
"It's up to you." Liu Mo announced, "If you want to come, just ask the maid to inform you."
After saying that, he kissed Su Xiaowan's cheek gently, got dressed and left.
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A horse neighed from behind, coming from the impatient mount of a certain Rongcheng guard lined up on both sides of the road. In addition, Liu Mo also heard Zhao Da's cough and the whispers between Li Heng and the officials next to him.
"This Yang Yizhi is still late for fun!" Liu Mo and others were a little upset.
Not long ago, he heard a joke about the Zhou Dynasty people.
"How many people from the Zhou Dynasty are needed to shoe a horse? No more, no less, exactly nine. One person works and eight people lift the horse." Liu Mo knew that such words should not be mentioned in Yang Yizhi's ears.
They came, the flag gradually emerging from the remaining wooden piles in the distance, accompanied by puffs of dust.
All the way to the river, there are only bare tree stumps. This is a masterpiece left after Liu Mo built Rongcheng last time.
So many flags, he thought perversely, and countless horses raising their legs to stir up ashes all over the sky. "Looking at your formation, those who didn't know better would have thought you were sending troops to attack us again."
"My Lord Governor," Li Heng said softly, "there is no sedan in the team."
"Haha, Mr. Li, the 'Black Viper' of the Zhou Dynasty never rides in a sedan chair!" Zhao Dalang said loudly.
Not long after, the team walked in.
Liu Mo noticed that the visiting envoys of the Zhou Dynasty all wore silk or satin robes with long flowing sleeves, belts, and black armor.
The leader rode a coal-black horse, but his sideburns and tail were fiery red. The rider is tall, slender and elegant, seeming to blend in with his mount.
"Nice to meet you, gentlemen!" Liu Mo said with a smile, "Welcome to Daxia, to Rongcheng!"
"We meet again, brother Liu Xian!" Yang Yizhi took off his helmet, and his melancholy and handsome face looked so familiar.
It's hard to imagine that the last time the two met, they were fighting to the death and spitting at each other.
"Your Highness, you are well!" Liu Mo smiled again.
"Please allow me to introduce my companion to you," Yang Yizhi said, "This is... omitting a few words here. Finally, let’s introduce this person. "
He pointed at a man in his thirties. "His name is Xiao Yi, my cousin, the Prince of Dazhou County!"
Liu Mo took a closer look and saw that this person had a pair of big black eyes, a forehead and nose that were equally pointed, and glossy black hair mixed with a little silver.
In terms of appearance, he looks very familiar, as if he has seen it before somewhere!
Suddenly, he suddenly remembered, "The prince of the Zhou Dynasty who was killed by Tang Die? This man was his son!"
Liu Mo swallowed his saliva.
Well, Yang Yizhi, you are playing with snake skin!
After the introduction, Prince Zhou turned to face his companions and reined in his horse.
"My lords, have you seen that the 'Military God' of Great Xia, the Governor of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, has come to greet us personally."
Liu Mo grinned, you are trying to attract hatred!
"Master Liu!" Xiao Yi said, "We are busy and traveling for a long time. At this moment, we really want to rest early and have some light meals." Can I enter the city immediately?"
"Of course, Your Highness the County Prince!" Liu Mo turned his horse's head and gave an order to Zhao Da.
The Daxia cavalry took action and escorted the team to Rong City, which was still under construction.
"Yang Yizhi, Xiao Shen!" Liu Mo whispered the other person's name until the prince himself rode next to him. "I always feel like you have bad intentions when you come here this time!"
"How is Xiaowan?" As they walked side by side on the road, crossing the bare tree stumps, Prince Dazhou said softly, "Is she okay?"
"You can eat and sleep!" Liu Mo replied in a polite and interesting tone. "The only trouble is that I haven't been able to get pregnant."
He didn't say the last half of the sentence.
"I'm not here to see you." Yang Yizhi said.
"Oh! I guess not." Liu Mo said, "Tell me, what is the purpose?"
"You are not afraid of leaking secrets, I can tell you now." Yang Yizhi said softly.
Liu Mo suddenly had an ominous premonition after hearing this.
For this reason, he chose silence.
Soon, Liu Mo led the envoys of the Zhou Dynasty to Rongcheng.
Looking up, Yang Yizhi and the envoys were shocked.
"Is this Rongcheng?" Prince Zhou asked.
"Strictly speaking, it's not the previous Rongcheng." Liu Mo said.
"It seems that the news is true. Daxia is really divided." Yang Yizhi laughed, "Does your master want to build Rongcheng into the capital of the country?"
Liu Mo grinned and said, "This is all my own idea and has nothing to do with His Highness."
This time Prince Zhou finally laughed loudly, "Brother Liu Xian, you always make people shine." He said, "If war breaks out again in the future, how will I capture such a huge city?"
Liu Mopi smiled but said, "Brother Yang, I suggest you feign surrender and live in my prison in Rongcheng. After you escape from prison, you should be consistent inside and outside."
"That's a good idea." Yang Yizhi grinned, "Maybe you can try it."
Good guy, you can’t be serious with this expression on your face, right? Liu Mo frowned.
What he never expected was that Yang Yizhi leaned into his ear and whispered: "Maybe this day will come soon."
Damn it! Is this the beginning of another fight?
