Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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His Majesty's third son, King Jin, was ordered to come to the frontier to supervise the battle, but he disappeared in the dense forest.

Northwest Jiedu envoys and frontier generals sent thousands of troops to search for him, but they couldn't find His Royal Highness King Jin.

Listening to the meaning from the outside, it is said that King Jin may be more ominous than ominous.

When Xie Zhuo heard the news, his eyes narrowed suddenly.

In the original world, a large-scale war was ignited precisely because of this.

When the prince of the dynasty died tragically at the border, this breath cannot be swallowed today.

"How long will it be before Zhao Mo comes back?" Xie Zhuo looked sideways at the person beside him, and said softly.

"Yes, I will be home in half a month." Xie Nan could easily sense the worry in the young master's words, so he could only answer softly.

"Understood." Xie Zhuo sighed lightly: "I just hope... that I can come back before everything starts."

Otherwise, if there is a military disaster, it may be difficult to come back.

Xie Zhuo let out a sigh of relief, and finally heard the long-lost sound of horseshoes early one morning.

In front of the gate of Xie Mansion, the long-lost caravan flag was raised again.

Master Xie, who hasn't slept well these few days because of worries, looks at the long caravan with a radiant face, and smiles with a smile.

Xie Zhuo stood behind him, looked at the man on horseback, squinted his eyes and smiled: "Welcome."

Zhao Mo, welcome back.

The moment Zhao Mo saw Xie Zhuo, his calm eyes suddenly lit up.

He got off his horse and strode up to Xie Zhuo.

With only half a step left, he knelt down on the ground: "My subordinate Zhao Mo, fortunately I did not disgrace my life."

With a distance of half a step, he could clearly perceive the fragrance of the Young Master's body, and the corner of his clothes could touch the corner of the Young Master's clothes that had been blown by the spring breeze.

The secret intimacy among the crowd made Zhao Mo's cold breath pause for a moment.

He raised his eyes and met a pair of smiling eyes.

There was a closeness that he was familiar with in those eyes, and there was also a ray of light that he was not familiar with.

It is the intimacy between lovers.

Zhao Mo's Adam's apple moved slightly, and his arms were covered with a pair of snow-white slender hands.

"Boss Zhao, please get up." Xie Zhuo pulled him up and hugged him with open arms.

"Thank you, Chief Zhao." He rested his chin on his shoulder, his voice still proud.

But Zhao Mo heard another meaning from it.

It seems to be saying: Chief Zhao, I miss you.

He thought that there was such a meaning in his young master's words.

A faint smile flashed in Zhao Mo's eyes, he raised his arms to wrap his arms around the slender waist wrapped in red, and his voice carried the icy and snowy breath of the north.

"My lord, I'm back." He rubbed the side of his face: "I miss you very much."

It's okay, let me say it.

As long as the young master is willing, he can take a thousand steps towards the young master.

Xie Zhuo was startled, glanced at his father who was having a good time talking with his leader in the distance, and suddenly touched the man's ear with his side eye: "Well, I miss you very much too."

Since you said you miss me, then I will forcefully miss you.

Qi Ling: "Oh."

Who said before that you should not have any contact with Xuan Xiao, man!

Lustful man!

Zhao Mo was taken aback for a moment, and then tried to find the trace of softness on the young master's face, but he couldn't find it.

Xie Zhuo pushed the man away, and said solemnly: "Let me see, young master, what did you bring back this time?"

While speaking, he showed a shameless smile.

Joke, I can let you guy win in this kind of thing?

Isn't it just talking about love?

As if no one would.