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Diao Chan was sitting idly in the tent, doing needlework that had not been touched for a long time, and she was sewing a red robe.

The curtain was lifted, the potter gently stepped into the tent, Diao Chan was engrossed in the female red in her hand, completely unaware that there was a person standing behind her, admiring her work with great interest The needle and thread danced skillfully in her hands, and in a short time, a new and beautiful red robe was completed in her hands.

"What are you doing, so hard." The potter finally couldn't help but open his mouth.

Diao Chan was startled, his jade hand trembled slightly, and the needle pierced his little finger, and a trace of blood suddenly overflowed.

"Why was you so careless?" The potter was distressed for a while, and hurriedly snatched her hand to inspect it, and without thinking about it, he took her finger into his mouth and sucked the blood for her.

Diao Chan saw that it was a potter, and when he saw that the potter was using such an ambiguous method to stop the bleeding for himself, his beautiful face was immediately dyed with a layer of fainting, his eyebrows were shy, and he subconsciously wanted to pull his hand out.

However, the arm moved slightly, but the potter refused to let go, so she had no choice but to give up and let him suck with a red face.

Looking at this young man with low eyebrows and shyness, he cared so much about himself, Diao Chan's blushing face couldn't help but quietly add a little joy.

After sucking for a while, the potter was relieved, and when he saw that her fingers were no longer fresh, he breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Why are you so careless." ”

"You still say, you don't squeak when you come in, if you don't scare me, I won't hurt myself." Diao Chan twisted his face away, complaining in a coquettish voice that seemed to be smiling.

"Hehe, it's my fault, I just saw that you were concentrating on needlework, so I didn't bother."

As he spoke, the potter picked up the robe, looked it up and down, and praised: "The workmanship of this robe is really fine, I didn't expect that the world's first beauty would have such craftsmanship, but I don't know who this robe is for." ”

Diao Chan heard him praise himself as "the first beauty in the world", and praised himself for his good craftsmanship, and his red pretty face couldn't help but smile with secret joy, and when he asked who he was making it for, he replied without thinking about it: "Then it goes without saying, of course it is made for you." ”

As soon as she said this, she suddenly felt too urgent, and seemed to be unreserved, and she couldn't help but add another layer of faintness to her face.

"Did it really work for me?" The potter pretended to be surprised, but he asked knowingly.

Diao Chan sighed lightly, suppressed the shame in his heart, and smiled faintly, "I saw that when Da Sima was marching the day before yesterday, he accidentally cut his robe, so I wanted to be idle, so I made a collar, and I don't know if it is suitable, Da Sima don't laugh at my clumsy craftsmanship." ”

"Whether it's suitable or not, you have to try it before you can comment." The potter smiled and stood up, and threw the robe over himself.

Diao Chan also got up busily, and circled around the potter, and served him like his wife and concubine, and put on this red robe.

The potter waved left and right, stretched his legs and feet, and said with a satisfied smile: "Well, yes, it fits perfectly, you know my body size better than Mei'er and them, I didn't expect your craftsmanship to be so good, it seems that in the future, I won't need Mei'er and them to do it, just leave it all to you." ”

The potter's seemingly casual words, but the Diao Chan's body trembled slightly, and his heart was also pounding, and a peerless pretty face that was originally dyed with faint color was as ruddy as a ripe apple in an instant.

What does it mean to "don't need Mei'er and them to do it, just leave it all to you", the potter's words seem to have compared Diao Chan with Gan Mei and them, and said as if Diao Chan has also become his concubine and his woman.

"I made this robe only when I was interested in it, and after all, I am not Da Sima's...... Why do you let me do it? Diao Chan was busy complaining, but the words "concubine" were difficult to speak.

The potter smiled and said seriously: "Why not, if I accept you as a concubine, and you make clothes and needlework for your husband, isn't it natural?" ”

Diao Chan's delicate body trembled violently, her flower face also changed color, and her eyes were like water, and she looked at the potter in surprise, as if she couldn't believe her ears, thinking that she had suddenly misheard.

"You heard me right." The potter held her shoulders and looked solemn, "I'm here to tell you today that I'm going to officially accept you as a concubine in the army today, are you willing?" ”

This time, Diao Chan heard it clearly, and he didn't hear half a word wrong.

The potter finally spoke her long-awaited words.

Suddenly, Diao Chan was surprised and panicked, frozen in place in a daze, his face flushed like a glow, his eyes flew with panic, his breath was short, and his towering chest rose and fell violently, as if the deer in his heart was about to jump out.

In fact, she already knew in her heart that the potter had taken a fancy to her, and she would become the potter's woman sooner or later.

Otherwise, with the respect of the pottery merchant Sima Zhi, how could she be so generous to such a "trophy", and take it with her wherever she goes.

And after several years of getting along, Diao Chan's hostility towards him has long been gone.

Not only was there no hostility, but even unconsciously, she had developed a deep love for this young man who was both wise and brave and had an extraordinary bearing.

It's just that the woman's reserve made her dare not take the initiative to show it, so she could only wait silently for the potter to speak.

Today, she finally waited for the potter to say that he was going to take her as a concubine, and in an instant, Diao Chan was so surprised that she thought she had an unreal hallucination.

"My potter has never been strong, and if you don't want to, I won't force you." When the potter saw that she didn't answer, he said calmly.

"No, it's not." Diao Chan suddenly sobered up, and was busy shaking his head in denial, but sighed with a red face: "Da Sima is a real hero, a real hero, to be able to serve Da Sima, and to be a cow and a horse for Da Sima, it is really a blessing for the cicada, but I'm worried about Lingji and her ......."

It turned out that she was worried about Lu Lingji.

Although she has no flesh-and-blood relationship with Lu Lingji, in the final analysis, there is still a false name of "Erniang" on her name, she is worried that Lu Lingji will mind, and she is even more worried about the world's leisurely mouth.

"I've already said it to Lingji, of course I mind a little, but in the end I didn't say anything, as for the mouth of the world......"

The potter sneered, and his young face burned with disdain, "I act as a potter, but I do it according to my will, as long as I like it happily, the discussion of the world, I only treat them as small and boring discussions, and I don't pay attention to them at all." ”

The potter's arrogant words deeply shocked Diao Chan, and instantly dispelled the tangled concerns in her heart.

The potter is a hero, an unrestrained, idealistic hero, and since Diao Chan admires such heroes, he naturally has the courage to not be bound by secular etiquette.

After pondering for a long time, his thoughts were surging for a long time, the shame on Diao Chan's face dissipated, and his eyes were extremely resolute.

"Since Da Sima doesn't mind the mouth of the world, and the cicada minds, the cicada is willing to serve Da Sima, and everything is up to Da Sima." When Diao Chan replied, there was only determination in his eyes.

The potter secretly breathed a sigh of relief, although he was very sure of Diao Chan's thoughts, he was still worried that she would hesitate and miss his own big thing.

"Very good, since you agreed, I will arrange it immediately, and the concubine will be honored at noon." The potter smiled with satisfaction.

"Noon, so urgent?" Diao Chan was a little surprised.

The potter nodded, "Now that the big war is coming, I want to complete this matter before I go north, and by the way, I can take advantage of this happy event to relax the tension in the army."

Diao Chan hesitated for a moment, then said with a red face: "Everything is arranged by Da Sima." ”

"When is it, do you still call me Da Sima, it's time to change your words." The potter stroked Diao Chan's beautiful red face with his hand and said with a smile.

His implication was naturally to imply Diao Chan, and it was time to change his words and call himself a husband.

Diao Chan blushed, although he let him touch his face, he said very resolutely: "The gift of concubine has not yet been carried out, and the cicada is not the concubine of Da Sima, how can it be called Da Simafu......"

The word "husband", she is still ashamed to say it.

"Haha......" the potter laughed, "Then I'm not in a hurry, tonight, when we spend candles in the cave room, I'll wait for you to call enough." ”

As he spoke, the potter's face smirked evilly, and he turned and strode away from the tent.

Diao Chan bowed, watched the back of the potter walking away, and listened to the young and heroic, but full of evil unbridled laughter, which was as red as a glow, but couldn't help but smile with a trace of joy.

……

Our big Sima is going to take a concubine again!

The news that the pottery merchant wanted to take a concubine in the army soon spread throughout the camp, not only the soldiers of the three armies camped outside the city, but even the soldiers and people in Chen Liucheng, everyone knew about it, and there was a lot of discussion for a while.

Fortunately, a few days ago, the pottery merchants had already had a precedent of taking concubines in the army, and the soldiers of the Tao army were also immune, and this sudden attack did not cause them much shock.

For they all know that the lord they follow is best at acting by surprise, and has always turned a blind eye to the slanderous eyes of the world.

When taking concubines in the army, it is indispensable to have a ceremony, and it is indispensable to reward soldiers with wine and meat to show their celebration.

Therefore, as soon as the news spread, the soldiers were all excited after their initial surprise, and they sat and waited for the reward of wine and meat, and they could relieve their gluttony, and the tense atmosphere in the army was quickly relieved.

So, from the generals to the soldiers, they soon got busy, preparing for this temporary concubine ceremony.

It is beneficial for everyone to do happy events, and the natural efficiency is also fast, and in the afternoon, the wine banquet and colored satin are all ready.

The potter then performed a simple concubine ceremony in the big tent of the Chinese army, and officially accepted Diao Chan as his fifth wife and fourth concubine.

After the ceremony was over and the bride was sent to the inner tent cave room, the potter naturally began to drink happily with his civil servants and generals.

The potter drank this good wine from the afternoon until the evening before giving up.

It was already night, and the generals retreated happily, and the potters staggered into the inner tent with the support of Lu Lingji and Jing Ke.

In the inner tent with a high fever of red candles, the bride had been sitting for a long time, and when she heard the sound of footsteps, her heart suddenly became nervous, and she raised her head with a red face and looked at it uneasily.

Diao Chan raised his head, first saw the drunken potter, and then collided with Lu Lingji's gaze.

The expressions of the two girls were slightly shocked, a trace of embarrassment flashed in their eyes, and they hurriedly looked away.

Lu Lingji lowered her head, and helped the potter onto the couch with difficulty, and did not look at Diao Chan, but only said in a low voice: "The husband will hand it over to Erniang...... Over to you...... Serve him well and rest. ”

After that, Lu Lingji was embarrassed, and quickly turned around and left.

Jing Ke, the guard, was still standing there stupidly, with no intention of leaving.

"If you don't leave, what are you doing standing there stupidly, do you still want to see your master's cave room?" When Lu Lingji was leaving, she glared at Jing Ke, as if she was angry with him.

Jing Ke was stunned, then came back to his senses and hurriedly retreated.

The curtain was closed, and only the two of them were left in the tent with red candles and high fever.

"Madam, I've kept you waiting......" The half-drunk potter, with an evil smile on his face, stretched out his hand to Diao Chan.

"Da Sima, what are you doing, take your hands away!"

The bride screamed, and the shame suddenly disappeared, and all that was left was panic and confusion, and she slapped the potter's outstretched hand away.