Wen Yizhu changed the boy's clothes so that she could take care of herself slowly.

The slender fingertips touched the wound that had begun to scar, and a slight pain came, and a soft spring water turned into his eyes.

The little fox felt sorry for him and did not hesitate to use his energy to relieve the pain. He must not let this feeling down.

The wound only looks hideous and terrifying on the surface, but the physical work you should do will never be vague.

The boy widened his eyes with a little moisture, staring at the clear and beautiful muscle texture under the man's strong chest without blinking.

It turns out that he is a martial arts practitioner. His strong waist is strong and powerful, and his abdominal muscles look strong. When you touch it, it is tight and elastic.

Wen Yizhu was a little embarrassed by her exposed and straightforward eyes. She hurriedly put on a dragon robe to cover her tangible figure, and then she hugged the boy back in her arms.

"Take Qiuqiu together and meet the messengers of the Western Regions."

"Would it be rude to me when I'm going to pass like this?" The boy pointed to the way he was being held, his long eyelashes trembled, and his little white face was blushing, as if he was shy.

"Not hindrance." Wen Yizhu held the boy's arm tightly.

How could he feel that his treasure is impolite? It is his own in the world. Who dares to say that the little fox is dissatisfied? It is disrespect for him. It is a charge of beheading.

Wen Yizhu's core is far less elegant than the surface and does not eat fireworks. He is paranoid, gloomy, and irritable. He often throws the ministers into a expressionless face and does ruthless things.

He just met the little fox, which made him abandon all his dark emotions and his whole heart was warmed up.

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The messengers of the Western Regions sat impatiently in the guest seat, and put down the tea at hand.

The little uterine maid who was following behind her lowered her head, and she didn't move. Her neck was slender and her skin was like cream. If you observe carefully, you could vaguely feel her extraordinary temperament.

"The Emperor arrived-"

"Master, long live long live long live long live long live long." The envoy from the Western Regions quickly changed his smile and expressed his respect for Emperor Wen with the etiquette of the Western Regions.

"No gift." Wen Yizhu held the boy who buried his head in his chest and strode to the throne of the hall.

The palace maids who accompanied the envoys of the Western Regions also saluted gracefully. The peach-pink pleated skirt was long and swayed to the ground, and the slender waist was restrained by cloud belts, which made them look even more incomplete.

She looked at the tall emperor curiously, and was immediately attracted by the handsome face as a god. Her perfect and tall figure was her ideal husband.

Unexpectedly, this emperor was so beautiful, thanks to her trick to replace the original Western Princess, otherwise she would not know how to get close to her.

The little palace maid who was walking with the envoy of the Western Regions was originally a princess who came with the Western Regions. She was secretly transferred to Bai Luo and replaced herself.

Due to the help of the system, she was not found abnormal by the Western Region envoys.

Wen Yizhu frowned. He was extremely disliked the eyes of the palace maids in the Western Regions, as if he was coveting something, and wanted to get something greedily.

"A friend came from afar. As the emperor of Wen State, he was really not well received. I hope the envoy would forgive me."

Even though he was not happy, Wen Yizhu still said a lot of beautiful words, showing a hypocritical smile, and making a fuss.

When the envoy of the Western Regions heard this, he felt good about himself and proudly thought that the emperor of Wen was showing weakness to them in the Western Regions, fearing that he would offend the Western Regions.
Chapter completed!