The Little Husband Who Became the Ghost-Faced King

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But even so, Xiji was exhausted after a day's work. When Ye Wang finished his official business and returned to his residence, he saw him slumped on the couch, letting Lu Yin and the others help him to clear his muscles and bones.

Seeing this, the Night King pursed his lips, walked over and looked at Xiji, looked at the hair on his forehead that was stuck to his scalp because of taking a shower, and asked lightly: What's wrong?

Xiji turned his head and looked at him, and said weakly: I brought the group of winemakers to start brewing wine today.

Hearing this, Ye Wang pursed his lips, seeming a little unhappy, then looked at Xiji, whose face was exhausted, and said in an unhappy tone: Since you are so tired, just don't do it. Your leg injury hasn't healed yet, so don't mess around!

When Xiji heard what the Night King said, he was unhappy again. He just looked up and saw the Night King's tightly pursed lips. He knew that he must be in a very bad mood at this time, so he did not refute him, but just whispered:

Actually, I wasn't that tired today. After all, the Zhao family guy I found was quite capable. It was just that this was my first time, so I needed to confirm a lot of things. That's why I was a little tired. After these few days, I felt relaxed.

Hearing Xiji say this, the Night King looked at him with suspicion in his eyes.

Seeing that Ye Wang didn't believe it, and fearing that he would be unhappy and dictatorially tell him not to continue, Xiji continued: "I'm serious, that Zhao Ge'er is extremely talented in this. Even if I don't have the guidance, I'll give him a book, and he will probably be able to figure it out by himself. Not to mention that I'm here to give him guidance, he will definitely be able to do it quickly!"

Seeing Xiji propping up half of his body, sitting up and looking at him confidently, Ye Wang nodded reluctantly, but still reminded him that if his legs were uncomfortable, he should not be stubborn.

Seeing that the Night King had relaxed, Xiji reached out and put his arms around his waist, saying coquettishly: My lord, you are so nice!

The Night King, who was given the nice guy card again today, stroked Xiji's head as if he was stroking his hair, looked at his leg that was still wrapped in bandages, and thought that he would have to call the doctor tomorrow to ask when his leg would be completely healed.

However, what Xiji didn't expect was that the Night King didn't restrict him from going, but instead gave him a light chair that two people could carry. When Xiji was commanding people, he could sit on the chair so that he didn't have to move around.

When Xiji saw the chair, his first reaction was that the Night King must have been inspired by the stretcher. His second thought was that it was a damn shame for him to sit on this.

However, no matter how ashamed he was, he still dared not disobey Lvyin's orders. So, in the spacious winery, everyone was working, except for Xiji, who was carried by others like an old man, looking around and giving orders.

Apart from anything else, Xiji felt that after sitting for a while, he was no longer bothered by the rumors around him, and his skin became extremely thick.

Afterwards, Xiji was very emotional. There is nothing in this world that you can't get used to. If one hour doesn't work, then two hours, if still not enough, then one day. After being shy for a while, you will get used to it.

He was even able to remain calm and let them carry him to the second floor so that he could look down at their work.

The only thing that made Xiji feel fortunate was that Zhao Ge'er was indeed as talented in brewing wine as he had said to Ye Wang. He was even better than Xiji, who only read from books, and soon he integrated the knowledge Xiji had said and applied it to brewing wine.