After a long time, Song Hanzhuo sat up from the bed, put on an undershirt and walked out of the inner room barefoot. After a while, a washbasin was brought in, and he washed the two of them with a wet handkerchief. Looking at Ye Fuxun who was slumped on the bed and weak, Song Hanzhuo was satisfied.
The bed sheet was pulled out from under Ye Fuxun.
After covering her with the brocade quilt, Song Hanzhuo returned to bed and asked, "Did you suffer along the way?"
Ye Fuxun shook his head and retracted his head into the quilt with a flushed face. Song Hanzhuo looked at her childish behavior and pulled up the brocade quilt for her, smiling fondly: "Want to suffocate yourself?"
Ye Fuxun shook his head again, and was pulled inwards by Song Hanzhuo, and threw herself into his arms. The rotten smell that could not be washed away made her face turn red. She leaned on Song Hanzhuo's broad chest and said, "Vice General Dong is very good."
Take care of me. Besides, I'm not that squeamish."
"I'll go back with Vice General Dong in a few days." Song Hanzhuo held Ye Fuxun's smooth shoulder with his big hand, feeling a little nostalgic and a little satisfied.
Ye Fuxun curled his lips, poked Song Hanzhuo's hard chest restlessly with his fingers, and said, "Didn't you say you missed me? Then you asked me to go back when I came."
Song Hanzhuo stretched out his hand to hold the restless hand and rubbed it gently, as if it was not him but the little woman in his arms who was poking him. He has been practicing martial arts for many years, so his body is naturally harder than ordinary people. He looked down at the little woman in his arms.
The woman kissed the top of her hair and coaxed with rare tenderness, "Be careful, this is a battlefield, you are not suitable to stay here."
"I sent you your food. I don't necessarily want to cause you any trouble. I will come down to accompany you. How about we wait for you to defeat the enemy and then return to the capital together?" Ye Fuxun raised his head and raised his eyes.
Like stars, with the luster of lust and the desire of a deer, Song Hanzhuo lowered his head and looked at those eyes, looking at this beautiful face, a glimmer of brilliance flashed in his cold eyes, this
Just because the little fool said he missed her, she rushed over despite the wind and rain. His hard heart instantly softened into a ball, as if pinched by these gentle catkins, he felt a little astringent and a little breathless.
Can't help but feel angry.
"Is that okay?" A certain little woman acted cute and coquettishly. She looked pitifully at a certain prince, who closed his eyes, hugged her tightly, and said, "No!"
Ye Fuxun poked a certain prince who had closed his eyes a few more times, only to see that he was as calm as a mountain despite the weather. He hit his chest hard with some anger, and the white and delicate hand turned red instantly, which hurt Ye Fuxun.
Xun took a breath. Was this man's chest made of iron? It was so hard that it hurt so much that Ye Fuxun almost burst into tears.
A certain prince held the red hand and said, "You don't have to be sorry for yourself when you are angry."
Ye Fuxun pushed Song Hanzhuo away pretentiously, turned his back, and moved inward. The person who was not next to Song Hanzhuo was sulking. This man was really stupid. She came all the way to find him, and when they passed by, she also
There was no excitement at all, so he took her to the bed without saying a word. After he finished fucking, he pulled up his pants and refused to acknowledge him. This really pissed her off. She swore that if she cared about this man, her surname would not be Ye!
Ye Fuxun thought bitterly.
However, before a certain little woman left his arms for three seconds, she was carried back into his arms by a certain prince's long arms. Ye Fuxun broke free a few times, but the prince's arms were like an iron wall, and he was extremely angry.
Ye Fuxun, who was dying, grabbed Song Hanzhuo's arm and bit it. Song Hanzhuo, who felt the pain, frowned slightly, opened his eyes, took a breath, pinched his arm with his big hand, and removed his arm from some little woman.
delivered from his mouth.
"Song Hanzhuo, you bastard!" Ye Fuxun kicked Song Hanzhuo twice hard, and then a certain prince gently clamped Ye Fuxun's feet with his legs.
"Sleep." Song Hanzhuo ordered, closing his eyes tiredly.
Ye Fuxun, who was imprisoned in his arms, couldn't move. Then he raised his head and looked at Song Hanzhuo carefully. He had become a lot darker in half a year. His wheat-colored skin gave him a bit of roughness, and his chin appeared.
With the dense stubble and a black patch of black under his eyes, it seems that he hasn't rested for a long time.
Fingers slowly traced the outline of Song Hanzhuo, from the full forehead, to the strong bridge of the nose, to the thin lips, which made Ye Fuxun nostalgic. She fell in love with someone like this, someone who allowed her to forget herself.
people.
Finally, Ye Fuxun found a comfortable position in Song Hanzhuo's arms, closed her eyes sweetly, and ran all the way. She hadn't rested for a long time, and after a while, she fell asleep. She had already closed her eyes to sleep.
Someone opened his sharp eyes again, looking at the little woman in his arms with tenderness and sweetness, with a smile on his lips, and placed a deep kiss on her smooth forehead.
Then he fell asleep again with satisfaction.
The warm sunshine shuttles through the breath. It is soothing and long. The unique smell of the desert permeates the air, filling all the emptiness between heaven and earth. The sunshine shines on the two handsome men and beautiful women clinging to each other on the bed, revealing the
There is a quiet smell of time.
Song Hanzhuo woke up faintly. It was the first time in the past six months that he slept so comfortably. He lowered his head and glanced at the woman who was sleeping soundly in his arms. He felt instantly refreshed. He gently opened the quilt and picked up the clothes on the screen.
He walked outside to put on his clothes. As soon as he finished putting them on, he heard someone reporting outside the door. Song Hanzhuo was afraid of disturbing Ye Fuxun's rest, so he strode out.
"What's the matter?" A certain prince, who had eaten well and slept very soundly last night, looked at his soldiers in a happy mood. The soldier actually saw a smile on His Highness King Chen's face. This was terrible.
He shook his body and said loudly, "Your Majesty, General Tang invites you to come."
Song Hanzhuo nodded and was about to stride towards Tang Yuan's residence, but he stopped and turned back to the soldier and said, "Let the cook make some food."
"yes."
After finishing his instructions, a certain prince walked towards Tang Yuan with satisfaction.
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Ye Fuxun slept until three o'clock in the morning. She stretched out in the comfortable bed. Seeing the unfamiliar environment, she was stunned for three seconds before she remembered that she was in Song Hanzhuo's bed, and then she remembered the madness last night.
, her face turned red, and she put the quilt over her head. It was full of Song Hanzhuo's smell. After looking around, she couldn't see Song Hanzhuo's figure. She opened the quilt and prepared to get out of bed. Her legs were sore and her whole body was weak. Ye Fuxun was there.
He secretly cursed Song Hanzhuo, a beast, for being so harsh last night. While complaining, he picked up the clothes on the screen and put them on. Because this was in a military camp, Ye Fuxun still wore a suit of armor.
Song Hanzhuo didn't come back. Ye Fuxun groped around in the room boredly. After staying for a while, he secretly opened the door, revealing a handsome little face. There was no guard outside the door. Ye Fuxun ducked out of the room.
She flashed out, full of curiosity about Ye Fuxun of Fuyang City. Along the way, there were patrolling soldiers.
Ye Fuxun walked around without seeing Song Hanzhuo's shadow. He stretched out his hand to rub his rumbling stomach. She hadn't eaten anything since last night. Qingyun didn't know where she had gone.
As I was thinking, a familiar voice came from behind me.
"Ah Chong."
Hearing the sound, Ye Fuxun felt happy. He turned around and saw Vice General Dong standing behind him with a smile on his face. He strode forward and asked, "Why are you here?"
Ye Fuxun curled his lips, looked at Dong Lingxin pitifully and said, "You're so hungry." After getting along with Ye Fuxun all the way, Dong Lingxin has become accustomed to the occasional small contrast between the decisive and decisive Princess Chen, "You're hungry? Your Majesty is not.
Do I want you to eat?"
"Don't mention that turtle bastard to me." Ye Fuxun got angry when he mentioned Song Hanzhuo. He ran away after eating without saying a word. At least he asked someone to give him something to eat. He also thought of him last night.
The coldness before going to bed and the refusal to let her stay made Ye Fuxun so angry that his teeth itched in his heart. He hit the wooden stake beside him with the stick in his hand, treating her as a certain person.
You bastard, Dong Lingxin thought that a little separation was better than a wedding. The two of them would talk sweetly and talk privately to each other. The only one in the world who dared to scold His Highness Chen Wang so blatantly was this strange woman in front of him.
Dong Lingxin looked at the wooden stick that was about to be broken by the whip, and persuaded with a smile, "Ah Chong, why bother with a wooden stake? Since you are hungry, I will go and give you something to eat."
Hearing Dong Lingxin's words, Ye Fuxun's eyes lit up. Sure enough, he was right. His brother-in-law was reliable at the critical moment. Ye Fuxun immediately said with a smile on his face. "Okay, okay, I'm almost starving to death."
Ye Yili, who was far away in the capital, sneezed inexplicably. Zheng'er heard it and got up and went to the house to take a cloak and put it on Ye Yili. "Miss, the weather is cold these days, please come out."
Remember to wear more clothes."
"It's okay, don't worry." Ye Yili patted Zheng'er's hand and said, "I don't know when sister will come back."
Zheng'er looked at Ye Yili looking at the pond in the yard and was fascinated. Needless to say, it was because of the princess in the palace who often did not follow the routine.
Ye Yili put down the book in her hand, sighed and turned around to ask Zheng'er, "Why hasn't the princess come today??" Princess Ling'an usually has a restless temper, so it's strange that she came so early at this time.
, her figure has not been seen yet.
"Miss Hui, the princess returned to Pinglehou Mansion today." Zheng'er picked up the embroidered handkerchief on the side, which had half of the bamboo forest embroidered by Ye Yili. She sat aside and said, "It seems that Pinglehou is unwell.
The princess rushed back to visit."
Now that Princess Ling'an is away, the huge Prince Chen's Mansion becomes even more cold-hearted.