Li Shilong didn't want Qin Mo's soul-leaving disease to worsen. This brain is a big fucking treasure.

"Okay, I know, you'll be here to stay with me today." Seeing that Qin Mo fell asleep and had no intention of drinking, Li Shilong personally brought the mattress and covered Qin Mo's body. "Gao Shilin, go get some mats and mattresses. I'll guard Jingyun here tonight."

"Your Majesty, why don't you carry the prince-in-law into the room?" Gao Shilin said.

"No need, it's quite spacious here. You can also see the stars outside when you build a floor here." Li Shilong said.

There was no way for Gao Shilin to get mattresses and mattresses.

The sky gradually became dark, and Qin Mo was really sleepy and his snoring was louder, "This brat is sleeping soundly, and the snoring sound is louder than his father's!

Gongming, I feel wronged you!"

"Looking back in the past, when the prince-consored Duwei came back from the Nanfan, I was also with the prince-consored Duwei for a while, and I was used to it." Zan Ying was lying down at this moment. If he was alone with the emperor, he would still be a little nervous, but there was a Qin Mo who was sleeping in the middle, so he was not nervous.

He thought to himself that the Qin prince-consort Duwei was really a big heart. He said that he could sleep whenever he said he could sleep. Most people had already been exposed.

"Yes, the Battle of the Southern Fan was four or five years ago in the blink of an eye." Li Shilong sighed, feeling that time was endless, "Gongming, can you cure Jing Yun's Soul-Leaving Symptom?"

"This..." Zan Ying smiled bitterly: "I think my medical skills are good, but the soul-free disease of the son-in-law Duwei is also a matter of being willing but not enough. The soul-free disease of the son-in-law Duwei is a disease that comes from the womb, not a medicine for treatment.

Moreover, Qin's prince-in-law, the doctor is quite insightful in his path of medicine. Unfortunately, the doctor does not treat himself.

Maybe God is jealous of talent.

If a person who is too eye-catching is too perfect, he will definitely be jealous of God.

It’s better to be like the prince-in-law, even though he has a terminal illness such as soul-leaving disease, he will no longer be envied by God.”

"What you said makes sense!" Li Shilong believed in destiny very much. Zan Ying's words reached his heart, "It's because I'm too greedy. Alas, every time I see Jing Yun get sick, I can't do anything, and I feel really uncomfortable."

Seeing Qin Mo still muttering while sleeping, Li Shilong had no choice but to shake his head. This fool could only tuck the bedding for him.

Li Shilong probably knew that he was going to quit, and was mentally prepared, and he said more than usual.

As an emperor, it is impossible to say such words to a minister so casually.

It is even more impossible to reveal your thoughts or thoughts directly.

However, Zan Ying saved his life and was his savior, far from being able to compare with the imperial physician.

It's okay to talk.

Zan Ying is also a straightforward old man, who speaks straightforwardly, but Li Shilong likes his honesty.

There are too many ghosts around you, and it is rare to meet a few people.

The night became deeper and the two of them said less and less. In the end, they became completely quiet.

Gao Shilin closed the door lightly and guarded the corner, while Wang Gui silently rubbed the swollen place by Qin Mo.

The next morning, Qin Mo felt something was wrong, and Li Shilong's voice came from his ears, "Is it comfortable to hold it?"

Qin Mo suddenly opened his eyes and saw himself holding Li Shilong in a strange position, especially the position of his left hand, which he was used to put.

"Oh my go, Father, you have bad breath!"

Qin Mo quickly pushed Li Shilong away and quickly got up.

Zan Ying, who was standing beside him, laughed, "Your Majesty, are you sleeping well?"

"Oh, Lao Zan, are you here too?" Qin Mo pretended to be confused, "How could I sleep here? I remember yesterday when I was drinking with my father, and I said something, and then I didn't know anything..."

"You don't know what you said yesterday?" Li Shilong asked.

"I have some impression, but I can't remember it very much. It's definitely not an important thing!" Qin Mo waved his hand and touched his stomach, "Father, I'm hungry!"

"Eat, you know how to eat!" Li Shilong snorted, "You said yesterday that the official reform was changed, and you also asked me to retire early!"

"I don't even remember Father, please stop beating me!"

Qin Mo thought very simply. As long as I don’t admit it, I can’t find me.

"It doesn't matter if you forget it, I'll remember it for you!"

Li Shilong was planning to help Qin Mo recall the memories, but Qin Mo suddenly shouted, "So hungry!"

Then he ran away, "Father, you took advantage of me getting drunk and shook me. You said that I will retire after I finished this battle.

You can't go back on your word, arrange things for me.

I'm retired.

No more service.

Love whoever you want!"

Li Shilong was stunned.

Gao Shilin smiled helplessly.

This ancestor, Daqian is the most courageous!

Zan Ying said at this time: "Your Majesty, in fact, sometimes it may not be a bad thing if he can't remember it."

Many of the things done by people with soul-leaving diseases do not follow their original intentions.

Maybe he will regret it if he remembers it!"

Li Shilong nodded, Zan Ying’s words made sense.

Just like Qin Mo wrote poems before, he couldn't remember any of them.

So far, he hasn't heard Qin Mo write poems for many years.

Actually, what if you don’t write poetry?

"Gao Shilin, pack up your things today and return to Beijing tomorrow!" Li Shilong stood up, his eyes returning to the depth of the past.

"Yes, your Majesty!"

The next day, the army left Ganzhou.

Li Sixun led all officials to see him off.

On the way back, Li Shilong was in a good mood. He frequently wrote poems along the way and asked Qin Mo to appreciate them.

It's so annoying to Qin Mo.

It really seems like he is slapped his face with three hundred Tang poems.

Seeing Lao Liu's narcissistic look, he was about to vomit.

"Father, please spare me. I really don't have any literary bacteria. You should be more admiring this kind of poetry.

I can't stand it anymore!"

Qin Mo scratched his head and went crazy, "You'd better not retire. If you retire and run to me to write poems every day, wouldn't I be crazy?"

"Dog guy, isn't my poem good enough?" Li Shilong was furious. "I am the emperor of the ages. I personally fought for the Northern Expedition. Can't I write poems to praise myself?"

Qin Mo was speechless for a moment and finally said quietly: "The old man claims to be wise and powerful every day, you are even more narcissistic than the old man.

He is simply the first narcissist in Daqian!”

"If you don't listen, you have to listen. You have to not only listen but also write, but also recite. If you write a novel, you can write all my poems.

Just treat it as the material I gave you.

Otherwise, how about you writing a biography of Emperor Daqian?

You write it out, I personally nominate you and list the seals!"

Qin Mo trembled, "Father, they all called me Daqian licking dogs. If I write another biography of Emperor Daqian, wouldn't it be the king of the dogs?"

"Who is so bold?"
Chapter completed!