Chapter 105 Don't Make Fun of Me
Xu Luo smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "Old Sun, stop making fun of me. My house is nothing compared to those with titles in Chang'an City." As soon as he said this, Changsun Wuji and others couldn't help but laugh awkwardly.

At this time, the woman named Li next to her moved lightly, her eyes moved, a smile on her lips, and her voice was soft: "Brother Han, why be so modest? Although this house is not as good as a royal residence, it also has its elegance." She gently stroked the hair beside her ear, and the charm unintentionally revealed by that action made everyone present stare in amazement.

Seeing this, Xu Luo secretly laughed in his heart. These guys really never miss any opportunity to make fun of him. He shook his head and continued, "You are all worldly-wise people. How can my small house catch your eyes?" This made everyone present laugh, and the atmosphere became much more relaxed.

In the prosperous city of Chang'an, although Xu Luo's mansion was not the most luxurious, its high threshold was enough to make ordinary people salivate. There was a funny rumor that a family in the city blew their cow into a star in the sky in order to let their son marry his sweetheart. As a result, Xu Luo's cow knocked it down and became a joke in the market.

Just now, several friends gathered at Han's house. After some laughter and scolding, they were led into the hall by Xu Luo. Princess Changle was on the side, helping Han Xier sort out the items she brought. Han Xier was young, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and her lips slightly parted, like a petal in the morning dew, attracting everyone's attention.

"Everyone, don't stand, please take a seat!" Xu Luo changed his usual casual attitude and greeted everyone warmly.

He looked around and said seriously, "I will remember that you have shown me your kindness today. We have known each other for a long time, and this is not just a casual friendship! I know you are worried, but I will join the army. This is my decision, and there is no need to persuade me."

He paused, turned his gaze to Han Xier, and continued, "If you really regard me as a friend, please help me take care of Xier after I leave. Although she is young, only thirteen years old, she is already a little girl that everyone loves."

There was a hint of tenderness in Xu Luo's eyes, and a bit of doting as an elder brother: "We lost our parents when we were young, and we have depended on each other. Fortunately, I have worked hard and have a foothold in Chang'an City. As for her marriage, there is no need to rush, she still has plenty of youth." As he spoke, his eyes inadvertently swept over Han Xier's waist, and that slender curve seemed to reveal a hint of temptation.

"This armor is not just for display, it has fought alongside me on the battlefield!" His Majesty Li II said with a hint of joking, "I was thinking of passing it down to my children and grandchildren, and passing it down from generation to generation!"

"However, when I heard that you were going to join the army, I changed my mind. I'll give it to you!" Before he finished speaking, Emperor Li II waved his hand and picked up the armor on the tray.

The armor shone silver in the sun, as if telling of its past glory. Xu Luo looked at the silver armor, his eyes moistened, and his heart was filled with gratitude.

Wei Zheng, Du Ruhui and others beside him were stunned. This armor was worn by Emperor Li II since the uprising. It accompanied him in the battlefield and experienced life and death. Since the Xuanwu Gate Incident, this armor has been treasured in the palace by Emperor Li II, and even his princes have not seen it. Now, it was given to Xu Luo, which shows his trust and importance.

"Old Li!" Wei Zheng frowned anxiously and was about to speak to dissuade him, but a glance from Emperor Li II forced him back with the words that were just on the tip of his tongue.

Xu Luo didn't notice this. He took the armor with both hands, tears welling up in his eyes and a choked throat: "Old Li, your gift is too heavy..."

At this time, the woman next to him smiled gently, with a sly look in her eyes. She stroked her hair with her slender fingers and said coquettishly, "Look at you grown men, so excited about a piece of armor. Xu Luo, when you put on this armor, remember who you are fighting for." Her words seemed to carry an irresistible temptation, which made people's hearts skip a beat. "This gift is too expensive, how can I dare to accept it? Really, I can't accept it, I can't accept it!" Xu Luo pretended to refuse, but he couldn't hide his joy on his face.

His Majesty Li II laughed heartily and patted Xu Luo on the shoulder, "Haha, it's just a piece of armor, why are you being so polite, sir? Do you look down on me, Old Li, and don't consider me a friend anymore?"

Xu Luo raised his eyebrows and sighed awkwardly, "Okay, since you said so, I will keep this friendship in my heart!"

"Don't worry, there's a second gift!" There was a sly flash in Emperor Li II's eyes, and before he finished speaking, he reached out and lifted the tray next to him.

When Du Ruhui and Zhang Sun Wuji saw the gift, their legs began to tremble and they almost fell to their knees. This gift was more valuable than the previous ones and had a more profound meaning.

That was the Ding Tang sword that Emperor Li II had hung on his waist in the past. The blade bore traces of time, and it seemed as if one could still hear the shouts of the battlefield. This sword had accompanied him in countless battles, killing countless enemies, but now he was going to give it to Xu Luo. The deep meaning behind this was self-evident.

His Majesty Li Er held the hilt of the sword, and with a clang, the sword came out of its sheath, flashing with a cold light that made people shudder. In the light of the sword, it seemed as if the heroic figure of Li Er on the battlefield was reflected.

At this time, Changsun Wuji on the side could not help but whisper to Du Ruhui: "Look at that knife, it is even sharper than the emperor's eyes. This Xu Luo is really honored by the heavens."

Du Ruhui glanced at him and saw a hint of greed in Xu Luo's eyes. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, as if he was immersed in this glory.

His Majesty Li Er's eyes were deep, as if he recalled the glory of the past through the knife. He handed the knife to Xu Luo, and that action was full of affirmation of the deep brotherhood. The moment Xu Luo took the knife, it seemed that he also took over the heavy responsibility and trust.

His Majesty Li Er's generous gift made Xu Luo very happy, but he had to pretend. However, his eyes, which could not help showing his feelings, had already betrayed his intentions. Du Ruhui and Zhang Sun Wuji beside him were secretly smacking their lips, envious to death. Once this knife was out, who could compete with it? His Majesty Li Er's move was so big that it made people's heart beat faster.

His Majesty Li II stroked the Tang sword with his hand, his eyes were as if he was looking at his own treasure, and he couldn't let it go. His usually serious face was now shining with a warm glow.

"This knife has been a family heirloom of our Li family since my father's time." He spoke in a low voice, as if he was telling an ancient story. "Back then, the world was in turmoil and heroes emerged. My father and I, with this knife and our family, fought our way out of the pile of dead bodies."

(End of this chapter)