Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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He kissed the corner of Xie Zhuo's lips flatteringly, and said beggingly: "My lord, you just love me."

Perhaps the snow outside the window was too heavy, perhaps the voice in the ears was too alluring, and perhaps Xie Zhuo was really a soft-hearted person.

Anyway, when he came back to his senses, Xie Zhuo had already walked on the old path of the previous two days again.

Hearing the extremely sexy voice next to his ear, he wanted to cry without tears: "Zhao Mo, you can go."

If you don't leave, my son, I will run away from home.

Three days later, Dongxue rarely stopped.

The two banners outside the city were resounding violently in the wind, Zhao Mo sat on the horseback wearing a cloak, and cupped his hands to Xie Zhuo: "My lord, wait for me to come back."

The caravan in the distance is already ready to go, just waiting for the leader to take them away after listening to the owner's instructions.

On the other side, the old man of the Xie family was reluctant to part with the leader of his own caravan.

here...

"Let's go!" Xie Zhuo smiled and waved to Zhao Mo with joy in his eyes.

Seeing the young master's impatient appearance, Zhao Mo had no doubt that if he had enough strength, he would throw himself out directly.

A low smile leaked from his throat, and Zhao Mo lowered his eyes to look at Xie Zhuo: "Is there nothing you want to say to me, my lord?"

Xie Zhuo: "..."

In the past few days, what they should say has been finished on the bed.

Talking dry mouth, talking tears, talking Xie Zhuo didn't have the slightest bit of reluctance towards him.

After hearing his words, Xie Zhuo just looked up at the sky: "It's getting late, you'd better leave quickly."

Zhao Mo had no choice but to take the reins and was about to hit the horse and leave.

According to the young master's awkwardness, he might not want to hear anything nice today.

"Hey," Xie Zhuo said suddenly when the horse's hooves turned, "I'll wait for you to come back and hunt red foxes to make a cloak. Don't die."

Under the white snow, the youth's red clothes are too conspicuous.

He raised his exquisite chin and said irrelevant words, but Zhao Mo heard some love for no reason.

"Okay." He smiled miserably, and hurried away: "My lord, wait for me to hunt the fox for you!"

"Zhao Mo, don't forget to study!" Xie Zhuo suddenly raised his voice before he disappeared from sight.

The only answer he got was a raised hand from the man on horseback.

Looking at the caravan winding away, Mr. Xie looked at his son inexplicably: "Is this how you treat him?"

Instead of telling people to pay attention to safety, you are thinking about letting people come back to hunt foxes for you?

Most importantly, let people read?

What do you do with your son?

Xie Zhuo looked sideways at the bewildered father, and smiled: "You don't understand."

This is the agreement and tacit understanding between him and Zhao Mo.

He used the books to bring Zhao Mo out of the abyss, and he naturally hoped that he could use the knowledge in them to climb higher.

The Uighurs and the current dynasty are about to go to war, so there is nothing wrong with reading more military books.

Mr. Xie shook his head helplessly: "I don't know what you are thinking."

After a pause, he sighed sadly: "It's just that the northwest is going to be very uneven soon..."

He put his hands that were red with cold into his sleeves, and said to his son: "After you come back this time, let's take a break."

Spring is approaching, and it is the time when the Uighur soldiers are strong and strong. According to their greedy temperament, they may have to use their swords.

Xie Zhuo narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he didn't care about his smile: "Okay."

The fire of war is the east wind that this world prepares for Zhao Mo.

In the second month after Zhao Mo left, the spring scenery reflected light green on the ground, and a shocking event happened at the northwest border.