General's husband of His Royal Highness

According to the usual practice, Xuanyuan Luoran will go to the imperial study to review the memorial.

But today he was so angry and impatient, he didn't have the mind to read the memorial, he just wanted to beat Han Yubai.

After he left the pilgrimage hall, he angrily left for the East Palace.

He couldn't beat Han Yubai, he just threw something to vent his anger.

As soon as he entered the door, he picked up the purple clay pot on the table and threw it on the ground.

The sound of ceramic vessels breaking was really relaxing, and it was the usual behavior of His Royal Highness to vent his anger.

Xuanyuan Luoran's temper was not very good, and he would lose his temper at every turn, but he never took his anger out on others, so no one in the East Palace ever complained that the prince was difficult to serve.

At most, it is a pity for those antique treasures that have been smashed to pieces.

This purple sand pot is dark and simple in color, warm as jade in texture, rough but not rough, fine but not greasy, it is the best pottery tribute from Jingzhou, and it is priceless in the market.

Xuanyuan Luoran's movements suddenly stopped when he heard the warm and moist texture unique to Shanghao pottery.

Now that the national treasury is empty and the people are in dire straits, how can he be so extravagant and wasteful?

He couldn't help but feel pain when he thought of the various precious utensils he had broken in the past.

Why did he do those stupid things before?

He gritted his teeth and gently put the purple clay pot back on the table.

The purple clay pot was saved, but the depression in His Royal Highness's chest had nowhere to vent, causing him internal injuries.

Xuanyuan Luoran turned around, unable to calm down his anger, and kicked the wall.

Anyway, the wall will not be easily damaged.

But his own feet couldn't bear it.

The pain from the tip of his toe made him burst into tears.

He knelt down to hug his feet, gasping for air.

Looks like he's doing something stupid again.

As soon as Han Yubai entered the door, he saw that he was holding his feet, his face was wrinkled, and his eyes were red.

He hurried over to hug him, "What's wrong, Your Highness?"

Xuanyuan Luoran glared at him, and said angrily, "It's none of your business!"

Han Yubai saw that he was quite cute when he was angry, so he leaned over and kissed his pouty lips, "Your Highness's affairs are the affairs of the last general, let the last general take a look."

As he spoke, he went to take off the shoe and sock on Xuanyuan Luoran's right foot.

Xuanyuan Luoran held her feet angrily and refused to let go, "I won't show it to you."

"You really don't want to show it?" Han Yubai dragged his tone, stretching out his hand to scratch his armpit.

"Ha, ah, why are you so treacherous!" Xuanyuan Luoran couldn't help laughing, and raised his hand to hit him.

As soon as Xuanyuan Luoran let go, Han Yubai took off his shoes and socks smoothly.

The toenail of his big toe was a little purple, Han Yubai looked at it and was in pain for him, so he couldn't help but leaned closer and blew on him.

"If your Highness is angry, you can vent your anger at the end of the day. Why bother yourself?"

Xuanyuan Luoran rushed forward and bit him on the shoulder.

After biting, he let out a bah, and said with disgust: "Rough skin and thick flesh, it's myself who hurt you."

Han Yubai smiled and said, "It's the fault of the last general, I have wronged Your Highness."

In this regard, Han Yubai has always followed Xuanyuan Luoran, as long as he is happy, he has no principles at all.

Xuanyuan Luoran bit her lips and said, "If you really know your mistake, then don't go to Southern Border."

After speaking, he looked at Han Yubai expectantly with a pair of moist eyes.

He also knew that Han Yubai couldn't help but pray the most.

Han Yubai rubbed his head, "How can the general hand over his fate to others?".

Xuanyuan Luoran turned his face away, and his eyes couldn't help but get hot again.

After all, he was the one who harmed Han Yubai.

If it wasn't for Emperor Chenxuan's sudden illness, he might be the first one to clamor to go to the battlefield.

Speaking of which, he was not at ease entrusting Han Yubai's life to others.

If possible, he would personally lead the troops to flatten the southern border and find an antidote for Han Yubai.

He, a crown prince with no record, has such a mood. How can Han Yubai feel at ease and wait for others to rescue him?

In this great summer, when it comes to military talent, Han Yubai is second, who else would dare to be number one?

If he goes out in person, the odds of winning will increase.

Xuanyuan Luoran couldn't say anything to stop him both emotionally and rationally.

He retreated and said: "If you have to go, I will go with you."

Han Yubai smiled and shook his head, the one who should come has come, fortunately, he was prepared.

He touched Xuanyuan Luoran's face, turned his head back, looked into his eyes, and said earnestly: "The final general naturally hopes to get along with His Highness day and night, but the final general's duty is on the battlefield, and His Highness's important task is in the court. You have to share your worries for the Holy One."

Xuanyuan Luoran bit her lips and remained silent.

He also knew that he could not abandon his father, nor the court.

But he didn't want to abandon Han Yubai either.

He looked up at Han Yubai aggrievedly.

Han Yubai felt guilty for a while.

I prayed in my heart that the Holy Majesty should not reveal his secrets, otherwise the child might be difficult to coax.

"I will write a letter to His Highness in the end." Han Yubai kissed Xuanyuan Luoran's eyelashes and asked him to close them.

Xuanyuan Luoran muttered, "I have to write every day."

"Okay, write every day."

Xuanyuan Luoran said sullenly: "Pay attention to your body, don't force yourself, if you can't beat it, run away."

36 It is best to plan and walk. In the view of His Royal Highness, it is not shameful to run away, and it is good not to lose one's life.

Han Yubai couldn't laugh or cry, "Okay!"

Xuanyuan Luoran paused for a moment and said again: "Do you have to go?"

Han Yubai had a headache.

How can I ask him to forgive me again?

He lowered his head and blocked Xuanyuan Luoran's lips, preventing him from saying more troublesome words.

Xuanyuan Luoran reached out to push Han Yubai's chest in dissatisfaction.

Han Yubai always fooled him.

But he never could push Han Yubai.

Soon he was dazzled by Han Yubai's kiss.

When Han Yubai put him on the bed and undressed him, he woke up with a start.

He looked at Han Yubai warily, "What are you going to do?"

Han Yubai smiled, "Your Highness will know later."

"I don't want it." Xuanyuan Luoran jumped up from the bed.

He was still angry, so he didn't want to do what Han Yubai wanted.

Han Yubai hugged him by the waist and rolled onto the bed.

Xuanyuan Luoran yelled angrily: "When did General Han become a hooligan?"

Han Yubai rubbed his chin against his neck, successfully making him laugh out loud.

"We will go to war at the end of tomorrow, so I will finish the work for several months today." Han Yubai said the extremely shameful words seriously.

Xuanyuan Luoran's heart skipped a beat, how many months?

Isn't he going to die on the bed?

Thinking of this, he struggled even harder.

"Your Highness, don't do any more unnecessary struggles. The final general is bound to win today." Han Yubai thought it was quite interesting to play a hooligan.

"Master, please forgive me today." It was rare for Xuanyuan Luoran to see Han Yubai so unscrupulous, and he also found it amusing, so he couldn't help acting.

In this day and night, people came and went from the East Palace, they were arguing so loudly that the mood in the boudoir couldn't help leaking out.

The servants of the Eastern Palace couldn't help sighing, "The so-called quarrel at the head of the bed and peace at the end of the bed, that's probably the case."