Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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Xie Zhuo was taken aback when he heard his words, what does this have to do with him?

He looked back at the silent man behind him, casting a doubtful gaze.

Zhao Mo said softly: "This subordinate wants to hunt foxes for the young master that day."

That day, he saw a red fox in the mountains and wanted to hunt it for his son.

Unexpectedly, after chasing him for several miles, he saw King Jin who was alone by the tree.

Thinking of the scene that day, King Jin couldn't help shaking his head and laughing: "I never thought that I would be saved because of a red fox."

And this Mr. Xie who loves to wear red is the origin of everything.

"Young Master Xie looks good in red." Under the youthful and compelling color, King Jin admired softly, but greeted Zhao Mo with a warning glance.

King Jin was a little surprised, but saw Zhao Mo take half a step forward, separating him from Xie Zhuo.

At this moment, he thought of those dirty things that Jingzhong Xungui loved, and a trace of helplessness appeared on his brow.

What kind of person did his savior imagine him to be?

"Boss Zhao, please inform the Jiedu envoy of my location." King Jin stopped thinking about the young master, but said with a tense expression, "Also, tell him not to tell others about this. "

This time he was attacked, there was a reason why the Uighurs caught him off guard, but it was more because of the inner ghosts among his subordinates.

Thinking of the soldiers who pushed him down the hillside that day, a trace of coldness flashed in King Jin's eyes.

I don't know which brother of his is so impatient.

King Jin's eyes were filled with coldness, but suddenly softened when Zhao Mo responded.

However, this distress was not all bad, at least it made him discover a general.

On the way back, the leader Zhao, with two caravans of less than 300 people, hooked up with the Uighur pursuers, and even used the terrain to counterattack several times, which made the Uighurs angry.

King Jin is not an ordinary prince who has never seen a storm, so he naturally knows how precious this talent is.

Given that these hundreds of ordinary people can achieve such outstanding results, what if he is equipped with elite soldiers?

Thoughts turned in his heart, King Jin looked at Zhao Mo with a more solemn expression.

It is not certain that there will be one general who will really stand out in this Northwest War.

Zhao Mo didn't think about what was going on in his heart, but only ordered someone to report to the Jiedu envoy with King Jin's token.

"His Royal Highness King Jin, you will be wronged in my small courtyard these two days."

After Xie Zhuo asked Zhao Mo to take King Jin to rest, he leaned on the soft bed in the bedroom and exhaled softly.

He used to want Zhao Mo to join the military camp and grow up step by step, but now it seems that it doesn't have to be so troublesome.

The king of Jin looked at Zhao Mo with obvious respect, but it was a good opportunity.

When he was slightly distracted, a pair of big hands clasped his waist.

Zhao Mo's cold voice in the past softened at this moment, and his slightly hoarse voice gently scratched the tip of Xie Zhuo's heart: "What are you thinking?"

"Miss you." Came back to his senses, Xie Zhuo pressed a kiss on Zhao Mo's cheek.

He chuckled lightly and teased: "It's very lucky for Chief Zhao to be able to pick up a prince from the merchants."

Zhao Mo had long been used to his narrowness, but he shook his head helplessly and said in a muffled voice, "But we didn't catch that fox."

The fox has smooth fur and can make a beautiful scarf for the son.

For a moment, Xie Zhuo couldn't tell the truth from what he said, so he could only stroke his hair helplessly: "I'm very happy that you can come back safely."