In the second year of Zhenyuan, the prince died suddenly.
A few months later, the Western Region.
Li Ci slowly opened his eyes and saw a beautiful Hu man staring at him.
Li Ci also stared at him.
The beautiful Hu man's expression turned strange and he ran away.
After a while, the foreigner brought goat milk and asked him to drink it aggressively, but accidentally spilled it all over the bed.
The barbarian wanted to wipe it, but Li Ci said no, and the two of them made faces close to each other.
The Hu man had a strange look on his face and ran away again.
Li Ci: "Is your master sick?"
I am sick, lovesick.
Just when I confessed my love, the Tubo people called me.
If you confess again, the big cannibal calls.
I finally took a breather and couldn't wait to regain my strength, eh? Why are my own people calling?
Arslan collapsed: There is no end! Is it easy to fall in love in your thirties?
Li Ci: Stop yelling for now. Think about whether you should help me beat your tribe, or help your tribe beat me.
Arslan:…
Why did ancient times also have the century-old problem of "who do you save when they fall into the water at the same time?"!
The beacon smoke has dispersed, the old friend is gone, the moon in Chang'an shines brightly on the desert.
Thousands of splendid things go with the dream, and the long wind sends you home.
"The story of the little prince and the Turks working together to upgrade and fight monsters in the Western Regions"
Purpose: I dare not forget to worry about the country despite my humble position
