Even though he was bathing in blood in the field, Su Qing had never contradictoively felt that the three days were so fast and so slow. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Three days is enough for a country to spread the red all over the land for its monarch.

Three days is enough to make a woman's heart feel like ashes.

The palace is decorated with lights, and red satin is hung everywhere on the pavilion and in front of the palace wall. From afar, it is an endless joy.

The corners of Yu Zhong's mouth were a smile that couldn't be hidden, while Su Qing was not angry or happy, so people couldn't guess what she was thinking.

After handing over a glass of wine, Yu Zhonglongyan was happy, and with a wave of his hand, he gave amnesty to the criminals of Xiyu, and released the palace maid of the right age, and her old father Su Yu was also rewarded again and again, with land, silk, and cloth......

Everything Yu Zhong did illustrated Yu Zhong's love for Su Qing.

But Su Qing still didn't smile, and his wrinkled face was still full of untamed feelings that made him feel excited.

Flower candles in the cave room, a night of spring supper, Yu Zhong fell asleep, but in the early morning, he was half-asleep and half-awake, unconsciously touched the pillow, only to find that the quilt on that side had already been cold, and he was alone in this room.

Could it be that last night's fetters were just a night of spring dreams?

Yu Zhong had some suspicions that it was in a dream, and he couldn't even determine whether Su Qing's existence was in a dream or in reality.

But the big red futon with Jin Luanfeng tattooed on the side of the bed told him that the night last night was an indisputable fact.

Yu Zhong stood up and lifted the veil that covered it, and the whole room was still empty.

Yu Zhong is a little strange, can't this woman escape?

Unintentionally glancing outside the window, Yu Zhong's gaze stayed there for a long time.

In the half-bright sky, through a thin mist, Yu Zhong saw that under the willows, Su Qing waved his sword and danced.

The scarlet dress, under her steps, was actually swaying.

Yu Zhong's previous melancholy disappeared in an instant, he looked at Su Qing outside the window with a shallow smile, picked up the sake on the table that was warm last night but now has a layer of mist attached, sat in front of the window, and poured himself a drink while watching the beautiful woman dance the sword.

He looked at the scarlet under the tree, Su Qing's green silk black hair was just a simple bundle on his neck, without gold and silver wisps, without a jeweled hairpin, the long hair like a waterfall was so beautiful.

Yu Zhong suddenly had a trace of remorse for no reason, why didn't he call her to take a look before sending Su Qing on the expedition.

If that were the case, she would have been his.

It wasn't until the beginning of the rising sun that Su Qing stopped the sword, the sword was back in the sheath, and she was sweating lightly before she planned to go back to the palace to draw makeup.

The moment she stepped into the door, she saw Yu Zhong looking at her here with affection in the corner of her eyes at first glance, Su Qing actually knelt down, "The last general has disturbed Yu Zhongjun, please forgive Yu Zhongjun." ”

Yu Zhong looked at Su Qing in front of him, the black silk hung to the ground, and the hair in front of his forehead was already wet with sweat, and it was obediently attached to Su Qing's forehead.

A red shirt is beautifully lined and her body is curling. It's just that kneeling posture, but it is the demeanor of a military general.

It's not funny, it's just a little bit unbearable.

The women in the harem are always sticking to him and pleasing him in every way.

In this deep palace, how can there be a person like her, who is as straightforward as before, but like a staff member.

Su Qing sat next to the bronze mirror, letting the maid carefully sketch her makeup.

The brocade-like skin, the pupils like water, the slightly raised strokes at the corners of the eyes, and the delicate charm of the Su Qing woman gradually outlined.

Yu Zhong watched Su Qing draw on her makeup, and a trace of doubt suddenly flashed in her heart - didn't she hate him, didn't Su Qing say that she already had a crush?

Yu Zhong looked at Su Qing indifferently as he should be, he thought that Su Qing would make a fuss about this, at least he would have to coerce and lure him to share the bed.

Unexpectedly, she was so quiet and didn't say much. There is not the slightest reluctance.

It's a woman who knows the times-Yu Zhong thought in his heart, but he liked Su Qing even more.

Spring supper overnight, spring and March. Yu Zhong seems to have been poisoned by a kind of love called love, and every day he is idle and runs to the palace where she lives.

In the small pavilion of the building, sometimes passing by him, he looked up intentionally or unintentionally, and could see her lying next to the desk rolling up the curtain to read.

Perhaps, it's just a whim-Yu Zhong smiled, he didn't believe that Su Qing and her women could not only be martial arts but also stable and civil.

In the blink of an eye, this festival has entered summer.

The distant line came to report, and the positions in front were lost one after another, and the barbarians had captured eight cities in less than a month.

The ministers knelt on the ground one after another, asking Yu Zhong for permission to let his favorite general Su Qing hang the flag and go to battle.

Yu Zhong Boran, is there no general in this country? After needing the people you love, you will go out on the battle.

He retreated from the court in such a stalemate, but none of His Royal Highness's ministers left, and a pomegranate skirt entered the palace.

"Dare to fight, please go on the expedition."

As if seeing it for the first time, Yu Zhong watched Su Qing walk in front of him and knelt down.

It is still a military salute, and the so-called husband and wife are only left with the difference between monarchs and ministers in this court.

Yu Zhong looked at Su Qing and remembered that when the two first met last year, she was wearing silver armor, and her eyes were full of uninhibited arrogance. Now, she is wearing a long skirt and a crown on her head, and her eyes are full of the desire to return to the battlefield.

"Since Aiqing is like this, I think I am perfect."

He was reluctant, but he had to do so.

She received the order, and it was as plain as ever.

After taking off the peach-colored makeup painted by the palace maid and taking off the gold and silver hairpin, Yu Zhong couldn't help but hug her who had changed into armor, and whispered, "Qing'er, I am like a rock, and my heart is unswerving." ”

The smoke of the beacon fire on the battlefield burned for two months.

Two months is short and long, and the front front has been rewarded one after another, and the eight cities have been recovered one by one, and General Su Qing's reputation is known to women and children.

Whether it is storytelling or chatting in the market, they are all praising Su Qing's deeds.

Whether it is recapturing eight cities, or the bloody enemy generals, the most talked about is that one escape.

The storyteller sang there: "It is said that General Su Qing, dressed in silver armor and holding a giant python frog sword, led the tiger and wolf vanguard sixteen horsemen, and attacked the enemy camp at night. Unexpectedly, the enemy camp had already become a cage for some time, waiting for General Su Qing to drill into it. The tiger and wolf pioneers who did not know that they had entered the ambush were surrounded by the enemy in an instant. ”

The old storyteller cleared his throat until someone invited him for a jug of wine and began to sing again: "There is no light in the night, and the beacon fire is like day." The vanguard sixteen horsemen, stabilized their hearts, and followed General Su Qing to fight their way out of the encirclement. General Su Qing danced with a sword in his hand, and when the fire was extinguished, the heads fell like this......"