Your Majesty Cheng Huan

Since then, Li Chenghuan has always been "good", even to the point where Tuo Erba felt uneasy.Although he does not take the initiative to cater to his courtship, he will not refuse. All he does every day is copy books in the big tent. Chasing and playing, or just taking Sirius for a walk - "walking the wolf".

Tuoerba taught him Chinese when he was free, and seeing that he was a quick learner, he specially invited a wise man from the grassland to teach him.But once, seeing him staring at the wise man with admiration and seriousness, Tuoerba found himself jealous.While he was ashamed of his own idea, he changed to a wiser and older wise man to teach him.

During this period, the Putuo Palace in Hulun City was finally completed after 45 years of construction.The old Khan will hold a ceremony to worship the sky in the newly built Putuo Palace, and announce the successor of the next Khan at the ceremony.A counselor said in a report that the old Khan listened to the concubine's pillow wind and didn't believe the young and energetic Seventeenth Prince. There was an incident at the Tiantian ceremony, and he simply killed his father and elder brother with a single knife, and he sat on the seat of sweat.

Li Chenghuan read it, put the article aside, and continued to copy the others.His khan writing became more and more handy. Tuoerba once said that after reading his handwriting, he couldn't bear to read those rough official documents that were as human.Later, Li Chenghuan was asked to copy it every day before showing it to him. There was some unreasonable and even coquettish temper in it.

That day Tuo Erba dragged him out of the bar and took him outside.On the prairie in Uraca, Turan, the woman who drove him that day, handed him a docile filly, smiled meaningfully, and then turned to look at Tuo Erba aside.

"A man on the prairie, what if he doesn't know how to ride a horse? You have a fear of horses. I found such a horse just for you. Don't worry, it won't fall."

Tuoerba's purple sycamore flicked its tail leisurely, squinted at the filly, which was only half its height, and continued to eat its grass without interest.

Li Chenghuan curled the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, then gradually laughed out loud, and finally developed into a big laugh.Turan was also laughing, only Tuoerba folded his arms and looked at the two of them leisurely.

"What's so ridiculous, come on, first let Zi Yanliu run around—"

Li Chenghuan exclaimed, and before he could resist, Tuo Erba hugged him onto the horse.As soon as he saw the grass where the horse's hooves were kicking, he felt dizzy, his eyes were spinning, and he almost couldn't sit still.Tuo Erba whispered in his ear: "Don't be afraid, I will protect you."

As he spoke, he clamped the horse's stomach with his legs, and Zi Yanliu rushed out like a gust of wind.Li Chenghuan was knocked on the horse so that his viscera seemed to be out of place. Although Tuoerba was tightly protecting him with one hand, he still felt that he would fall down at any time.The wind in his ears got louder, he had no choice but to turn around and grasp the front of Tuoerba's clothes, closed his eyes, and buried his head deeply in his arms.

He just felt as if he was about to fly, his body didn't have the slightest sense of touching anything, and everything was leaving him.He was so frightened that he didn't even realize how Zi Yanliu gradually stopped.Tuo Erba sat on the horse with him in his arms, and Zi Yanliu ran through this distance, as if he was not enjoying himself, kicking his hooves a little irritably from time to time.

Li Chenghuan finally calmed down his breathing, raised his head from Tuoerba's arms, only felt his mouth was dry and his internal organs were floating intermittently, like a small boat floating on the sea, alone and without support.

Tuoerba looked down at him in his arms, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, and the begging and helplessness revealed in his apricot-like eyes made him deeply feel his guilt.

Such a person should be hurt on the apex of his heart, instead of letting him show such an expression.

He lowered his head, grasped those lips affectionately, and murmured to himself, "Li Chenghuan, what should I do? I have been poisoned by you. From now on, there is no cure..."

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