Huang Fuchen closed his eyes and gradually fell asleep, sleeping. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info. When the grass grows and the warbler flies, a horse gallops in the vast territory, and Huang Fuchen rides a horse with a woman in his arms, and gallops together. The woman turned around, and the smile was like a peach blossom in March, dazzling.

Huang Fuchen lowered his head and took the woman's lips in his mouth, stirring and sucking, the horse galloped and ran, the sound of horses' hooves fell, when Huang Fuchen's lips were released, he asked with a smile, "Yanran, do you like it?" Do you like Ben Shuai to treat you like this? ”

Ye Yanran leaned on the man's chest with a shy face, and said coquettishly, "Yanran loves the young handsome very much, and she likes it. ”

"Hahaha" Huang Fuchen laughed loudly, pressed his head and took the woman's lips in his mouth again.

The endless meadow, a piece of verdant green, stretches to the river, Huang Fuchen rolls down the grass with a woman in his arms, his lips and tongue are entangled, and he rolls on the grass in a circle, and the woman is willing to be tender.

******

The waning moon hangs in the treetops, the crows fly south, and there is silence, the general's mansion.

In the wing room, Ye Yanran wrinkled her brows and was imprisoned in a dream.

Huangfu Chen had fangs on his face, looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, "Ye Yanran!" You can't escape the palm of Ben Shuai's hand! Hahaha..."

"Nope! No, no! Ye Yanran ran hard, and Huang Fuchen behind him rode a horse, chasing fiercely, and the laughter was terrifying.

Ye Yanran kept running and running, the road ahead was foggy, and there was no end in sight, only Huang Fuchen, who was chasing after him...

********

The next day, a white light appeared in the sky, the morning sun was slightly dewed, and the begonia flowers in the back garden were stained with drops of cold dew at night.

In the room, Huang Fuchen closed his eyes, and the corners of his lips rose in an upward arc.

Suddenly, Huang Fuchen opened his eyes, felt discomfort under his body, stretched out his palm and probed under him, touching the viscous thick liquid.

Huang Fuchen's eyes instantly dimmed, a night's dream, it would be her, and it was even more ridiculous that I was already in the year of standing in my grandeur, and there would be such a dream, and it would be a thousand miles.

"Young Marshal." Zhao Feng on his side called timidly.

Huang Fuchen glanced at her lightly, without saying a word, turned over and got out of bed, "Go prepare water, Ben Shuai wants to bathe and change clothes." ”

Zhao Feng hurriedly got up, and always felt that something was wrong with the young marshal since last night.

*****

In the General's Mansion, a few sparrows stopped in the yard pecking on the ground and chirping.

In the boudoir, Ye Yanran woke up from the nightmare in vain, and the whole person jumped up, looking at the sky outside the window, the genius was bright, and her chest was panting rapidly, everything in the dream was so frightening.

Ye Yanran raised the back of her hand and wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead, breathing a sigh of relief, fortunately, it was just a dream.

******

Four days have passed, and in the soldier battalion stationed on the outskirts of the city, Ye Yanran was busy checking the situation of the soldiers, and found that most of the conditions had improved and resumed normal drills, and a small number of soldiers were still recovering.

Since that night passed, for four consecutive days, Ye Yanran rarely saw Huang Fuchen, even if he did, it was a long distance, Ye Yanran would secretly glance at a few times, but found that he didn't pay attention to himself at all, Ye Yanran breathed a sigh of relief, thinking about the events of that night, maybe he drank too much, and talked nonsense after drinking, if he didn't take it to heart, it would be the best.