Changsun Wugou sat up, first picked up a piece of clothing to put on him, and then made another piece of clothing for himself, saying: "No, I haven't fallen asleep yet, why is Erlang worried?"
Li Shimin lifted the pillow and put it behind his back to lean on it, then stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms, and said with a smile: "You might as well guess, I'll see if you can guess it."
Changsun Wugu leaned on his shoulder, found a comfortable position to lie down, and said with a smile, "I guess it has something to do with Jing Ke."
Li Shimin laughed out loud and said: "I didn't expect you, Guanyin Maid, to cheat. This doesn't count. Let me guess again."
"You are lying." Changsun Wugu said Buyi, but his eyes showed a look of thinking, "But with Liaodong... No, but with Gaochang? You want to use troops against Gaochang?"
Li Shimin laughed and said: "Haha... You are indeed my maidservant of Guanyin. I can't even hide my thoughts from you."
Changsun Wugou was not very happy, but said cautiously: "The imperial court only attacked the remnants of the Eastern Turks and Tuyuhun last year. The soldiers are tired and need to rest and recuperate, so it is not appropriate to start the war lightly."
"Besides, Gaochang is a vassal of our Tang Dynasty. He has always been respectful to the imperial court, and sending troops hastily may lead to criticism."
Li Shimin gently stroked her green hair with one hand and said: "Gaochang has a national treasure but does not know how to dedicate it to the court. This alone is enough. Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty attacked Dayuan to ask for Tianma, and I can also attack Gaochang for cotton."
"Moreover, Qu Wentai is not that loyal to the imperial court. I got wind of it before, and he seems to have no connection with the Western Turks. I didn't believe it before, but now I am very sure."
Changsun Wugou snuggled into his arms and said, "I'm afraid the reason why you attacked Gaochang wasn't just for cotton."
Li Shimin's hands unconsciously caressed her soft and delicate back gently:
"Of course not, why did he happen to be blocking our way to the west? I already wanted to beat him about the carrots, and the cotton thing made me determined to beat him."
"Military and state affairs are beyond the control of me, a female prostitute. Erlang may wish to seek advice from his ministers."
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"Whew..." It was slightly bright in the morning, and patrolman Gong Xun had already blown the bamboo whistle to wake everyone up.
"Two quarters of an hour to get up and freshen up, everyone puts on work clothes and gathers in the school grounds for exercise."
"Crash." A sound came from the dormitory, and all the Taoist priests, regardless of gender, got up.
Two-quarters of an hour later, the east became increasingly white, and everyone had packed up and arrived at the small school ground. It was said to be a school ground, but it was actually a small playground.
Gong Xun directed everyone to line up in each hall and run around the school grounds. After running, they learned Tai Chi, which Sun Simiao and Chen Jingke had figured out together.
When learning the improved version of Wu Qin Xi with Sun Simiao, Chen Jingke finally couldn't hold back and took out Tai Chi.
Sun Simiao was greatly surprised by the theory that was nearly a thousand years ahead of his time. Then he mixed Wu Qin Xi and Tai Chi together to create a new version of Tai Chi.
What Gong Xun taught everyone is the first set of movements of the new version of Tai Chi.
Well, patrol actually means the head of the nursing home. Gong Xun's actual position is the security captain and sports team leader, and he is the head of Zixiaoguan's violence agency.
On the other side, Chen Jingke also woke up on time. Before he opened his eyes, he smelled a faint fragrance, which was very pleasant.
When he opened his eyes, it turned out to be Yi Nu, preparing shoes, socks and other supplies for him by the bedside.
He couldn't help but ask: "Yi Nu, what kind of incense are you using? Why does it smell so good?"
Yi Nu said doubtfully: "No, I haven't used incense since I left the palace. You must have smelled it wrong."
Chen Jingke was stunned for a moment and asked: "Really, you haven't used it?"
Yi Nu said firmly: "No, if I had used incense, the whole house would be filled with fragrance."
Chen Jingke's expression was a little unnatural, and he remembered a legend. If a woman has not sprayed perfume, but you can smell the fragrance on her body, it means that your genes have chosen her.
Did the genes of labor and capital choose her? Chen Jingke couldn't accept this person's speculation. I have no conscience, I am not an alchemist.
He said a little unnaturally: "Maybe, bring me my regular clothes, I will wear Taoist robes from now on."
Yi Nu didn't think much, he responded and turned around to get his clothes.
Chen Jingke secretly looked at her back. He didn't know if it was a psychological effect or something else. At this moment, he felt that every move she made was so beautiful and full of temptation, which made him feel a little dry.
This reality made him feel like he was mourning his heir, and he asked himself unwillingly, am I really a perverted alchemist?
But why don’t I feel anything for Yuzhu? Could it be that her extraordinary talent deceived my genes?
However, this kind of self-explanation was of no use. He still fell into deep self-doubt, so much so that he was in a trance during morning exercises.
Sun Simiao thought he was too tired these past few days, so he told him with great concern to rest more and not worry too much about things in the temple.
But by the time he had breakfast, Chen Jingke had successfully completed his own solution. This theory of genetic selection was just a legend, without any scientific evidence, so what was he worried about?
Besides, so what if it is true? As an experienced driver, am I still afraid of this?
Then he generously admired Yi Nu's exquisite figure, and proactively asked, "Has your sword dance uniform been finished?"
Yi Nu replied: "Yesterday I sent the pattern to Zhang Kutou, but the sword dance costume is more complicated and may take some time to complete."
Chen Jingke nodded and said: "Practice hard. If your performance satisfies me, I will give you a gift."
After saying that, she turned around and left without waiting for her answer.
Yi Nu was left with a confused look on his face. What's wrong with this little real person? Is it too exciting to take a bath every day? But what kind of gift is he going to give? I'm really looking forward to it.