slave seven seven

Chapter 61

But it seems to be like this forever, Qiqi will not ask for help, watching her stubbornly pick up piles of books, stand up with her bleeding knees, put them on the bookshelf, squat down and pick them up again, Xia Hou Listening really doesn't know what she is obsessed with.

Is this also the case with the previous self? The previous self would not ask for help, but now, he has no one to ask for help.

Xia Houling walked over, and rearranged the messy books on the bookshelf. The floor-length robe slipped over Qiqi's hands, and the satin felt extremely warm and smooth.

The study room was as silent as frost, Yun Lei was a little depressed, holding the letter in his hand and wanted to take the opportunity to slip away, but he heard Xia Houling yelling to stop him, looking back, Xia Houling was holding a book on the shelf carefully. Look, the eyes are frosty and ruthless.

"I know who should go to the battlefield."

After a while, Yunlei shuddered when he heard Xia Houling's words.

When the news that the prime minister of the court was about to take command and set out for an expedition spread like wildfire in the capital overnight, the topic of civil officials going to battle to kill the enemy became a joke after dinner, and no one could fathom Xia Houling's thoughts.

When Xia Houling came out from the palace to discuss the matter of dispatching troops, it was already the early morning of the next day, before dawn, exhaustion and drowsiness rushed into his heart.The emperor just heard that he was going to go to war in person, so he was inexplicable, and then he was so angry that he almost scolded him for his monopoly, but the officials next to him dissuaded him.

Everyone knows that the emperor is tearing himself apart with him now, the court will be in chaos, and Dachun is in danger.

Xia Houling sent Yunlei to rest, thought for a while and walked towards the study, avoiding the direction of the bedroom, a thin figure was kneeling in front of the study door, his eyes were dazed, his hair bun was blown loose by the wind, and his coarse clothes and hemp skirt were blown loose. It was stained with a dark color, probably because it was dampened by the fog at night.

Xia Houling was tired all over and didn't bother to pay attention to her. He walked straight past her and walked into the study, but the small voice behind him was not going to let him go, "Master."

(End of this chapter)