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Yuan Chonghuan helped the emperor tidy up his clothes, raised his head, just met the emperor's probing gaze, he subconsciously avoided it, and stretched out his hand respectfully, inviting the emperor to attend the oath ceremony in the afternoon.

Gu Yue chuckled, and walked out. This Yuan Chonghuan was much more interesting than expected, well, this is a man with a story.

Once a man of this age breaks away from vulgarity, he will become rich and colorful, layer upon layer, making people intoxicated and unable to stop.

The covenant site was set up in front of a deserted leaning tower, with white horses worshiping the sky, green cattle offering land, and in front of the two offering animals, a tall incense table was set up, with a bowl of blood, a bowl of meat, and a bowl of bones placed on it.

This Mongolian alliance is really heavy-handed. Could it be that instead of drinking, they drink blood, eat meat, and gnaw bones?

Lin Danhan pulled out the golden saber without blinking his eyelashes, and slashed a gash on his little arm, and the blood flowed happily into the bowl of blood like a red thread.

Yuan Chonghuan frowned, glanced at the jade-like arm of his own emperor, and was turning his head to think of a way, but saw the little emperor walking in front of him, quickly drew out his sword, and swiped at his forearm, and then , and lifted it to the bowl containing blood.

The two bleeding people looked at each other and let out another hahahaha.

When the bowl was full of blood, Lin Danhan raised his arm, said something, then picked up the bowl, as if drinking wine, without frowning, he drank half of the bowl, and then handed over the remaining half, open-mouthed. Xuepen smiled and looked at himself.

Gu Yue hurriedly moved his eyes away from his mouth, controlled his tumbling stomach, took the bowl, raised his head, drank it down in a very quack manner, and then dropped the bowl.

The two opened their mouths wide open, laughing like two vampires, hahahaha.

Everyone on the field plopped to their knees, speaking two different languages, cheering loudly.

Now that the oath has been made, it is time to discuss the next action plan. The two vampires sandwiched Yuan Translator, each of them sprayed, and finally figured out the meaning of the two parties, and discussed it at the dinner party.

On the way back, Yuan Chonghuan stepped forward, took out a piece of hawthorn cake from his sleeve, and quietly stuffed it into the emperor's hand, like a primary school student who did bad things for fear of being seen, and said softly: "Your Majesty, eat as much as you can first. Go and taste."

Gu Yue took it, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it roughly, and swallowed it. A sweet and sour coolness soothed his churning stomach. Gu Yue patted his chest, exhaled, tilted his head to look at Yuan Chonghuan, and smiled. She joked: "Aiqing is very considerate, I thought you were going to laugh at my cowardice."

"Your Majesty is very brave today, which is beyond my expectation. Your Majesty is not cowardly." Yuan Chonghuan looked over, and his eyes were full of appreciation.

Gu Yue thought for a long time before he came to a conclusion: the lower the expectation, the greater the surprise?

During the dinner party, Gu Yue changed into a black dress with red trim. With a jade-white complexion and a tall and straight figure, under the black dress, he looked graceful and elegant.

Even Lin Danhan, who was covered in gold, could not conceal his appreciation in his eyes.

Gu Yue's task tonight is very simple, just be a mascot. The grand strategy has already been discussed with Yuan Chonghuan, and Yuan Translator will go to battle in person. One-on-one communication, barrier-free, and good communication.

Er Zhe was also a mascot, sitting next to his father, he moved a few times before mustering up the courage, picked up the sea bowl, and walked towards the Ming emperor.

Gu Yue had a headache for a while, and ignored him all night because he didn't want to drink, so he tilted his head and glanced at Yuan Chonghuan, but saw that he was having a heated conversation with Lin Danhan, so he resignedly picked up the sea bowl in front of him, and bumped into E Zhe with a smile. He touched it, raised his head, and drank it.

Huh, the expected hotness didn't come, it was still a little sweet, it turned out to be fruit wine, the person standing next to him poured him three bowls in a row, and he boldly touched three bowls with E Zhe.

There was a little admiration in the eyes of the group of Mongolian men under the seat, this Ming emperor was not only handsome, but also very handsome.

After drinking with this group of Mongolian dignitaries, Gu Yue didn't blush, and continued to be a domineering emperor who drank a thousand cups without getting drunk.

The guard next to him thoughtfully helped him cut a piece of mutton, put it in front of him, and said softly: "Your Majesty, eat more, light wine hurts your stomach." The voice was so familiar, Gu Yue turned his head, I saw Wu Sangui with a pair of bright and big eyes.

This kid is smart.

Seeing the emperor staring at him, Wu Sangui thought that the emperor suspected that he was overstepping, so he hurriedly moved out his big backer: "It was Yuan Zongbing who asked the minister to do this, for fear of hurting your majesty."

Gu Yue nodded at him, turned his head, glanced at the firm back, maybe it was telepathy, Yuan Chonghuan happened to turn around, and found that the little emperor was looking at him, so he pulled the corners of his mouth, smiled at him, and turned his head again, Continue to grind your teeth with Lin Danhan.

Gu Yue can think so meticulously and thoughtfully for himself, not to mention this life, even in the previous life, there is not one in the long list of friends in the circle of friends.

If you encounter it, you will be a gentleman if you don't force it to your death.

Well, Yuan Chonghuan, very warm.

Before leaving the next day, Lin Danhan ordered his subordinates to bring a tall sweat-blooded BMW to the Emperor of Ming Dynasty, and the Emperor of Ming Dynasty gave him a more meaningful gift, which was a sword that his ancestors had used for many years.

Lin Danhan held the saber stained with the heroic soul of his ancestors, raised his head to the sky, looked around the northern grassland with a sense of fighting spirit.

Gu Yue beckoned back, and a gorgeous carriage drove over. Seeing Lin Danhan's puzzled eyes, Gu Yue cupped his hands at him, signaling Yuan Chonghuan to explain the situation to him.

Seeing Lin Danhan patting his chest for such a trivial matter, Gu Yue twitched the corners of his mouth, wishing that you, a master of flowers, can sit still.

Seeing that the emperor was still looking at the carriage going away, Wu Sangui stepped forward, rolled his big clever eyes, and said thoughtfully: "Your Majesty, if you don't want to part with that beauty, I can help you get it back."

"No, I'm not interested in beauties." After Gu Yue said it, he felt something was wrong, and when he came back to his senses, he met Yuan Chonghuan who was staring at him, with complicated eyes in his black eyes.

Gu Yue coughed twice, glanced at the sweaty horse not far away, walked over with a smile, reached out and patted the horse's neck affectionately.

However, BMW raised its head suddenly and let out a loud neigh, like a warning. Yuan Chonghuan stepped forward, grabbed the dead rope, and said nervously: "Your Majesty, if you want to ride, I am willing to escort you." .”

"Okay, excuse me Yuan Aiqing." Gu Yue got on his horse and followed the Yellow Earth Road. Yuan Chonghuan controlled it very well, and the sweaty horse slowly walked out of the city obediently.

The autumn wind blows people very refreshingly. Looking at the white sky floating in the sky, the mountains and forests are intertwined with red and yellow. Grabbing the stiff rope in his hand, the sweaty horse leaped and rushed out.

"Your Majesty!" With an exclamation, the figure turned, Yuan Chonghuan flew on the horse, sat behind the emperor, stretched his arms from Gu Yue's waist, and grabbed the stiff rope.

"Your Majesty, I will protect you for a ride. How about riding alone after the horse is tamed a little?" Yuan Chonghuan's voice rang in his ears, very low, with a hint of pleading.

"Okay, Yuan Aiqing, let the horse run faster." Gu Yue saw a red mountain bun in the distance, and pointed out, "Go there and have a look."

The trees on the side of the road quickly fell backwards, Gu Yue was very excited, and he snatched the stiff rope from Yuan Chonghuan's hand again with itchy hands. There was nowhere to put the outstretched arms, only weakly supporting the emperor's waist.

"Yuan Aiqing, put your arms around my waist, don't fall, if you fall, I won't be able to afford it." The emperor who let go didn't ignore the safety of his subjects.

Yuan Chonghuan tightened his arms and hugged Gu Yue's waist tightly.

Young, vigorous, and full of elasticity, the hands that were placed there were steaming.

Approaching the little red soil bag, Gu Yue stopped, and the maple trees all over the mountain were burning with enthusiasm, burning the high autumn sky.

The two got off their horses and walked up the hillside. Gu Yue remembered that when he was in middle school, he went to Xiangshan Mountain and put a maple leaf he picked in a book, and kept it like a treasure for more than ten years. He smiled and raised his hand to pick it off. A bright red leaf was handed to Yuan Chonghuan.

"Aiqing, this leaf can be used as a bookmark if you put it in a book, it's elegant."

Yuan Chonghuan took it carefully and put it in his sleeve.

There was still a little green in the yellow grass under his feet, which looked clean and refreshing. Gu Yue sat down on his buttocks, and lay down straight again under Yuan Chonghuan's surprised gaze.

"Yuan Aiqing, come and lie down next to me. I love the most in autumn, idly looking up at the sky. If I'm lucky, I can see wild geese lining up. It's wonderful."

Yuan Chonghuan looked up at the sky, then looked down at the dreamy emperor, finally sat down gently, and lay down hesitantly.

Gu Yue tilted his head, smiled at him, saw his tense body, and said jokingly: "Ai Qing, this is not about to fight, why are you so nervous? Look at your arm, the muscles are bulging Get up," he said, pressing lightly on his biceps.

Yuan Chonghuan exhaled a long breath, then turned his head and smiled at the emperor, and said a little embarrassedly: "Your Majesty laughed, I rule the army all the year round, and when I see the maple leaves turning red and the northern geese returning, I only think of autumn. Stocking up food and preparing winter clothes, I really didn’t expect to stop and look at this beautiful scenery, I was confused for half my life.”

"Did Aiqing do any interesting things when he was young?" Gu Yue was a person who was good at chatting.

Yuan Chonghuan gradually relaxed, he looked at the sky in a daze, and recalled his youth in a very low voice.

"When I was young, I was frail, and I did my homework well. Apart from listening to my master's lectures in the private school, I went home to listen to my father's lectures every day. Every day was the same. The only thing that impressed me was that when I was 12 years old, my father thought I was too physically fit. I was too weak, so I hired a martial artist to teach me some simple fitness swordsmanship, but in that short three months, I saw the first military book from that martial artist, and I couldn’t extricate myself from then on.”

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The newly opened article "The 1001st Ascension", if you like little angels, you can read it.

Copywriting: The ancestor of Diyuan practiced for thousands of years, trained [-] apprentices to ascend, and created [-] guides to ascend, which are regarded as cultivation secrets.

But the master of the eighteen great immortals, the original author of the eighteen manuals for ascension, the ancestor of the earth, after trying 1000 times, he still failed to ascend.

When preparing for the 1001st ascension, a cool and handsome young man came up from Qingling Mountain.

Di Yuan Patriarch: "Tuer"

The beautiful boy turned his head, looked at him, and frowned.

Patriarch Di Yuan: "Disciple, meet Master."