Quick Wear: Pregnant Beauty and Childbirth Plan

Hu Yanlie coughed lightly and touched his nose: "Well... the injury on my back hurts a lot. It's not like I said it was nothing."

Wen Ya looked at Hu Yanlie for a long time.

Finally, she couldn't help but laugh, and slapped the man on the back hard: "I really thought you were made of steel."

The man took a breath of pain and heard Wen Ya say again:

"At the beginning, I left a lot of golden sore medicine for you, but you never used it. Even if I beat you, it was because you were fierce and proud at that time. I saw that you were unhappy, so if I didn't beat you, who would I beat?"

With that said, Wen Ya lifted up the man's clothes and helped Hu Yanlie check the injury on his back.

Just let her see an even more dumbfounding scene——

No bones or lungs were injured on the back, just some subcutaneous congestion, but...

Where she just slapped a hand, there was a black palm print. Wen Ya was a little confused, but she didn't use too much strength.

So, I took a closer look and discovered something fishy.

"Hey, you are already a prince, why are you still wearing such low-quality clothes? The black clothes are faded!"

Huyan Liejun blushed. The Xuanyi he wore today was specially prepared by people from the Colosseum, and it was probably He Lianxiao's handiwork.

That Righteous King is really used to wearing small shoes on others.

However, he was able to use the topic as an excuse: "I am poor and have no money to buy clothes. How about... you knit me a new sweater."

Wen Ya was carefully looking for the small wounds where he was hit by gravel among the faded dye, and wiped off the black dye bit by bit.

After hearing what he said, he immediately stopped helping.

"Hu Yanlie, let me teach you another Chinese from the Central Plains."

"what?"

"Poor relatives fighting in the autumn wind~"

Hu Yanlie really didn't understand the word "Daqiu Feng": "What kind of autumn wind do you fight?"

"It's nothing." Wen Ya coughed while suppressing a smile, "Let's go back to the Colosseum, take Mei Duo with us, and let's go see the slave girl."

Returning to the Colosseum, Hu Yanlie took Mei Duo, upright and Wen Ya to the gathering place of the female slaves.

Wen Ya saw that at this time, the female slaves were wearing rags and were busy feeding and taking care of the wild animals.

"They don't have clean clothes? Can't they take a shower?"

Hu Yanlie: "Slaves in the Northern Desert are born to do the dirtiest and most tiring hard work. Cleaning clothes and bathing are not their turn."

Wen Ya felt sad. As a woman, since she saw it, she should help as much as possible.

"My woolen yarn consumes too much energy. With more manpower, I can make more batches of clothes. When the time comes, I can sell it to Daliang, and I will definitely get a good price."

Hu Yanlie did not refute, he believed in Wen Ya's craftsmanship.

At this time, someone had seen Hu Yanlie and Wen Ya, and everyone was excited.

"Look, those are King Zuoxian, the Dalan clan, and the little princess!"

It was a thin little girl who noticed them first and said in surprise.

King Zuo Xian is easy to recognize, but Wen Ya is even easier to recognize, because in the entire Northern Desert, only Wen Ya can wear Han clothes.

Wen Ya looked at them with a smile, then walked up to them and talked cordially with them, while Hu Yanlie stood by and did not disturb...

Not far away, Helian Xiao and his servants stood there.

His face still bore the mark of Hu Yanzhang's slap, and he stared at Hu Yanlie with extremely vicious eyes.

"King Zuoxian and the Yan family have been here all this time? Have you never been to Stonehenge?"

The leader who managed the slaves replied: "Yes, King Zuoxian, the Yan family, and the little princess have always been together."

He Lianxiao waved his hand and drove this person away.

But he still felt strange. Could it be that he had guessed wrong before? Hu Yanzhang had no intention of catching an adulterer, and Hu Yanlie and Princess Jinyang did not have an affair?

However, when you come to the slave market, you will also have a good attitude towards a group of female slaves...

"Ivan, when did King Zuo Xian become so approachable?"

The servant Ivan on the side saw his thoughts and replied:

"My lord, this King Zuo Xian has never been warm-hearted. He will accompany the Yan family unless...unless the two of them have an affair."

"Ivan, be impudent!"

He Lianxiao couldn't help but turn cold, and then smiled again.

"Don't talk nonsense about this kind of thing!"

Ivan felt that what he said was right, and he bravely said again:

"My lord, let me tell you, our Helian tribe has tolerated the Huyan tribe for a long time. In terms of strategy, you are not inferior to King Zuo Xian at all. Why should we be overwhelmed by them!"

"Your Majesty, Lord Huyan is old. After he abdicated, his subordinates felt that you were more royal than King Zuoxian."

"If the Northern Desert is in the hands of our Helian tribe, I believe that under your leadership, the Northern Desert will definitely develop better than that controlled by the Huyan tribe!"

He Lianxiao frowned. It was not that he had not thought about seizing the throne. The key was that Hu Yanzhang was not dead yet. Those old ministers were protecting Hu Yanzhang. He was helpless for a while.

Unless... Hu Yanzhang died suddenly and suddenly, and his death was related to Hu Yanlie, then everything would be solved.

He can seize the throne and win the honor!

"Don't be anxious. Keep an eye on the Dalan clan. If there is any change between her and King Zuo Xian, please report to me in time."

"Yes."

Hu Yanlie over there had noticed He Lianxiao's appearance, and saw the leader who was managing the slaves running to Hu Yanlie's side and whispered:

"Your Majesty, my subordinates told Prince Youxian that you, the Yan family, and the little princess have been at the slave market as you said."

Hu Yanlie nodded and immediately waved the man away.

Wen Ya picked the slave girl, walked over and saw the man leaving, she asked casually:

"Who is he?"

"Have you chosen the leader who will manage the slaves here? You will record the female slaves in the register in a moment and then you can leave."

Wen Ya replied: "Yes, we have chosen. Fifty people have been selected in total."

"Okay, let's go."

Following Hu Yanlie's order, the female slaves immediately followed Wen Ya to the royal tent.

*

After Hu Yanlie returned to the tent, he asked Quinxi to get the medicine and took off his clothes again.

Quincy then looked at Hu Yanlie's back and suddenly let out a "hiss" sound.

"My lord, the injuries on your back are really scary."

At this moment, the back that was originally only bruised turned black!

Hu Yanlie: "..."

Immediately, the man replied coldly: "If you don't have the eyesight, go get a basin of water again."

Quinxi brought a basin of water, Hu Yanlie wet the towel and wiped it on his back. The blackness on his back disappeared in an instant.

"My lord, did you inflict the injury yourself? It was black just now, why did it fall off now? Has it turned red?"

Hu Yanlie wished he could kick Quinxi away.

"My queen's back is dark, that's because the black clothes have faded."

"Quincy, I'm going to fight with beasts, and you don't even know how to check the clothes I'm going to wear. You, Master Kun, are really unqualified!"

Quincy was unaware that someone would tamper with his clothes.

Hu Yanlie continued: "So, you go and learn to knit sweaters from Yan and Sally. I will see a finished new sweater within three days!"

Knit a new sweater in three days? The prince is too embarrassed.

Quincy wrinkled his face, but he could only obey the order:

"Yes, I obey."

Where Quincy didn't see it, Hu Yanlie smiled beamingly. No matter what the process was, the result was the same.

Eventually, he will have a new sweater~