Qin Dynasty: Father Ying Zheng granted marriage to young Siming

Not to mention being able to fight tough and tough battles, at least filling the line and defending is not a problem.

Li Si already had a basic idea of ​​his thoughts as a king.

He quickly took out a bamboo slip and wrote down his thoughts on it.

Call the soldier from before.

"Send it to your Majesty."

Lis said.

The sergeant resigned.

……

In the room, Fu Che's hand was stroking Shao Siming's hair.

Still waiting for Li Si's reply.

Li Si is currently his biggest assistant.

Although Qiang Yu, Peng Yue and others were able to take charge of their own affairs, it was fine to let them lead troops to kill people, but this kind of internal affairs seemed a bit difficult to do.

It seems that he still needs some experts in internal affairs.

Moreover, Fu Che still has a dark eye on the internal situation of the Xiongnu and Donghu, and urgently needs information from within the enemy.

The establishment of an intelligence network is indeed on the agenda now.

Knowing oneself and knowing one another can lead to a hundred battles.

In the future, the army will inevitably go deep into the grassland for mobile operations. Just looking at the map of the grassland is enough to cause a headache.

As a king, Fu Che didn't have as much room for error as the lost prince.

Therefore, when it comes to cracking down on the grassland nomads, you really can’t just rush into it with a rush of passion.

The problem of easily getting lost is directly related to the life and death of the army.

Shao Siming in his arms opened his eyes.

His eyes were sleepy.

"Still sleeping?"

Shao Siming stretched out his hand to smooth Fu Che's brow.

"I'm thinking about something and can't sleep."

Fu Che smiled slightly: "It's okay, you can continue to sleep."

"The body is important."

Shao Siming said calmly: "You are mine...I don't allow it."

"I am not tired."

Fu Che kissed Young Siming on the forehead: "Are you awake?"

Shao Siming pushed Fu Che away.

Breaking free from her husband's arms.

Wearing a purple neon dress, you can faintly see the graceful figure under the gauze.

"I'm going to make tea to refresh myself."

Shao Siming's voice was a little cold.

His face was solemn and he looked very unhappy.

"Angry?"

Fu Che stretched out his hand to grab Shao Siming's hand.

But he was directly thrown away by Shao Siming.

"No."

Shao Siming said coldly, and then went about his own business.

"This is to rebel."

Fu Che was a little helpless.

This was the first time in such a long time that Shao Siming had become angry with him.

In the past, those who behaved were like kittens.

just now……

Ok……

Whether it is a civet cat or a Siberian tiger, they are both cats, and there is no essential difference.

But no way.

Whether it's a little female cat or a tigress.

They are all their own wives.

Even if I have a temper, what can I do...

Pet it.

Soon the aroma of tea soup filled the room.

Shao Siming was busy putting various spices into the tea stove.

The sound of water being boiled could be heard.

"Ma'am, I made a mistake for my husband."

Fu Che said to Shao Siming who was making tea not far away.

Shao Siming did not respond.

"lady?"

Fu Che spoke again.

Still no response.

"Sweetie?"

Fu Che decided to be shameless.

At this time, Shao Siming raised his head and looked at Fu Che: "Sweetheart?"

"You are my darling. If you ignore me, you will die."

Fu Che felt his face burning.

He used to look down on such earthy love words.

I feel really embarrassed.

Now I understand what it means to be forced.

"Oh."

Shao Siming smiled slightly: "When the king dies, my concubine will be buried."

At this moment, Fu Che's expression changed.

"I have prospered for thousands of years, and there is no need to die even if that day comes."

Fu Che looked serious.

"Oh."

Shao Siming smiled slightly: "Then I'll remarry."

"you……"

Fu Che was choked and speechless.

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quite a while.

Fu Che spoke again: "Queen, I am wrong."

Shao Siming looked at Fu Che, his expression softened a lot.

"and then?"

Shao Si Ming asked.

"For the last time today, how about I go to bed with the queen when I wait for Li Si's reply?"

Fu Che said through gritted teeth.

"Prelude!"

A smile appeared on Shao Siming's face.

He took out the tea bowl and poured out a spoonful of tea soup for Fu Che.

He stood up and brought it to Fu Che.

"Husband, please use it."

Shao Siming said softly.

"Don't dare."

Fu Che rolled his eyes at Young Siming: "The queen hasn't said she forgives me yet, how dare I use tea."

"Oh."

Shao Si Ming smiled slightly.

He didn't continue talking.

Shao Siming picked up the tea bowl and took a sip.

Fu Che looked at Young Siming, feeling a little dissatisfied.