Song only said that Li Zicheng was to prevent them from falling off the horse, so he was silent, and let Li Zicheng's right hand draw all kinds of maps on her chest, but Chen Qiudie, I don't know whether she was scared or excited, screaming and writhing constantly.

Sometimes she was like an old bird, a low gasp, long and deep, sometimes like a lark, let out a scream, straight into the clouds, cheerful and comfortable, she didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, but like a wild outing with her lover.

may feel that the horse's back under the buttocks is too hard, she twists her delicate body from time to time, and hits back and forth between Li Zicheng and her mother, but the two little hands are nowhere to focus, waving around in the air, taking her mother's soft shoulders, still feeling unreliable, and stretched out behind her, pressed on Li Zicheng's chest, and felt awkward, but finally found Li Zicheng's right arm, so he grabbed it, and his body leaned towards this side.

Li Zicheng's right arm was supposed to stabilize the bodies of their mother and daughter, but Chen Qiudie was tightly held, and after a long time, a trace of soreness appeared, and his right hand was unstable, but the shaking amplitude was greater.

The front happened to be a low-lying land, the front legs of the war horse were suddenly lowered, Li Zicheng's right hand slid up suddenly because of inertia and the bumps of the war horse, he was startled, and unconsciously clenched his fingers, but his hand was like a piece of white-flour steamed buns, soft and elastic.

Well? Li Zicheng was taken aback, only then did he understand that his palm was holding the jade peak on Song's chest, and he immediately let go of his hand and slid down, under the jade peak, holding it tightly.

The feel just now is good, at least it is much fuller and rounder than Chen Qiudie, and the aftertaste is soft and rebounding, like steamed buns fermented with old noodles, just out of the steamer.

Li Zicheng was hung up and down by Chen Qiudie last night, and he couldn't bear to do it, and today in the face of this ripe steamed bun, it was difficult to control it for a while.

Honey # peach is ripe, how many days can you show off on the branches? If no one picks it, it will fall and finally rot quietly in the ground, won't it live up to the creation of heaven and earth?

Song estimates that he is more than thirty years old, but the skin on his face is still smooth and smooth, and it is extremely well maintained, and it looks like he is twenty-four or five.

Li Zicheng's gaze swept forward, and there was a flat horse in front of him, but the grass head in front of him on the left side was slightly lower, it should be a low-lying place, and he secretly tightened the reins, forcing the war horse to quietly move a little to the left.

This time, he prepared in advance, his right hand first slid downward, pressed tightly below Song's chest, and waited until the front legs of the war horse were lowered, Li Zicheng repeated his old trick, pretending to be frightened, and slid his right hand upwards violently.

Unlike last time, now he is active, and he has also measured the distance, and when his right hand slides up, his five fingers are bent, but he holds the entire Yufeng firmly in his hand, and he presses it back with a slight force.

Song snorted lightly, she clenched her hands on the saddle in front of her, but she couldn't resist, Li Zicheng felt a little overdone, so she let go of her hand as if frightened and slid down.

Each war horse has to carry three people, and the speed naturally can't be improved, more than an hour, but after traveling fifteen or sixteen miles, it has reached noon, Li Zicheng asked the soldiers to stop and rest, and by the way, replenish some dry food and water, the war horses also need to rest, and the soldiers loosen their bridles and let them gnaw some grass freely on the grass.

Li Zicheng first held the two women in front of him with both hands, stepped on the stirrup with one foot, and then jumped over, turned over and got off the horse.

The war horse was frightened, raised its front legs, and shook half a step, the two women were so frightened that their faces changed color, and Chen Qiudie screamed even more: "My lord, ......" Li Zicheng rushed to the war horse, wrapped his hands around the waist of the two women, and when the war horse calmed down, he hugged Song and Chen Qiudie from the horse one by one, and took out three pieces of pancake from the package on the horseback, Song and Chen Qiudie each handed a piece, and they chewed it, "Die'er, how is it, are you tired of riding a horse?" ”

"Hmm...... A little tired, but also very happy, like flying, the maid can't tell, just feel a little ...... Some...... It's fun anyway! Chen Qiudie wanted to describe her feelings, but she couldn't find the right words for a while.

Tired and happy! It seems that the third lady of the Chen family is a little sensible, Li Zicheng looked at the Song family, "How is Mrs. Song, can you still afford it?" ”

"Well......" Song glanced at Li Zicheng, rolled his eyes, and his eyeballs were more white and less black, obviously with some doubts.

Li Zicheng had a ghost in his heart, so he didn't ask more, but said casually: "Then hurry up and rest, there is still a long way to go!" It happened that Chen Qiudie was like a lark, pulling Li Zicheng to chirp, so he avoided the Song family and chatted with her.

Half an hour later, everyone got back on the horse, and the Song family originally wanted to change positions with their daughter, but in that case, they had to lean on Li Zicheng's arms, and after thinking about it, they gave up.

In winter, it was getting dark quickly, and when we arrived at the ferry, the time of Shen had not yet ended, and the sky was already drowsy, so Li Zicheng asked the soldiers to set up camp tents at the ferry, while sending people to look for boats, and prepare to rush back to Xining by boat tomorrow morning.

The camp tent was set up under a gentle slope, and it was good to avoid some wind and frost at night, and close to the gentle slope was the camp tent of several soldiers, and then Li Zicheng's camp tent, and the camp tent of the rest of the soldiers was set up on the periphery.

The camp tent of twenty-six military dependents, leaning together, for the sake of safety, basically four people have a tent, and the other nine women who are about to enter the fruit building, there is no special camp tent, Li Zicheng issued a monthly ticket for each of the soldiers, yesterday because there were too many soldiers, the monthly ticket for military merit will be issued to the soldiers under Li Guo, and today it is the turn of the soldiers.

After eating dry food in a hurry, the soldiers couldn't wait one by one, except for the soldiers on duty, one by one they rushed to stuff the free monthly tickets for military exploits to those women, if He Xiaomi hadn't set the order for them a long time ago, it would be strange if the soldiers didn't fight.

Because of his identity, it is naturally impossible for the Song family to stay with these women, he was with Li Zicheng outside his bedroom last night, and the soldiers knew that she had a special identity, and she was also Chen Qiudie's mother, without Li Zicheng's permission, no one dared to stuff her monthly pass.

She is one person and one tent, and the camp tent is set up on the side of Li Zicheng's camp tent, almost next to each other, she just packed up her camp tent, Chen Qiudie broke in, "Does my mother sleep alone at night?" ”

"Dead girl, my mother doesn't sleep alone at night, are you here to accompany my mother?" Song scolded with a smile.

"My daughter wants to come to accompany her mother, but ...... But...... Adults ......" Chen Qiudie lowered her head and looked up at her mother with her spare eyes.

"It's only been a day, and you can't let go of the adults?" Song tapped on her head, and suddenly came to her senses, "Die'er, my mother went to tidy up the camp tent for the adults, he is a big man, and there must be chaos in the camp tent." ”

"Mother, I'll go too!" Chen Qiudie suddenly regained her demeanor and was about to go out.

Song wanted to grab her by the arm, but he didn't, so he had to grab her wrist, "Die'er, you stay in your mother's tent first, eat some dry food and drink some water, and serve the adults later." ”

"Mother?" Chen Qiudie protested with her voice.

"Butterfly is obedient!" Song suddenly became stern, ignoring her protest at all, "Have you forgotten what your mother said to you in the morning?" ”

Chen Qiudie was suddenly deflated, and had to say weakly: "That mother...... Come back early! ”

"Well, stay quiet for a while, and my mother will come back in a while!" Song opened the camp tent, went around half a circle, and came to the door of Li Zicheng's camp tent, "My lord! ”

Li Zicheng opened the tent and poked his head out, "Is it Mrs. Song?" Come in, Butterfly is coming to you? ”

"Well," Song nodded slightly, and stepped into the tent, seeing Li Zicheng holding the sheet with his fingers, obviously making the bed, "My lord, let's let the prisoner come, my lord, how can I ...... a man?"

"Haha......" Li Zicheng smiled and threw the sheet in his hand to her.

He does need a housekeeper now, there is no woman in the house, no matter how she looks at home, Chen Qiudie is considered his own woman, but she is too young, at most she is a cute little sister next door, she doesn't understand the housekeeping at all.

"Adult......" Song Shi arranged the sheets, and did not look at Li Zicheng's eyes, and said very casually: "Don't adults like Butterfly?" ”

"Huh?" Li Zicheng was stunned for a moment, and turned to look at the Song family, but the Song family was making the bed, but his back was outward, and he couldn't see his face, "Why did Mrs. Song say that?" ”

Song said lightly: "It's because of Die'er's identity......"

"Mrs. Song, Die'er is already my woman, how could I not like her?" Li Zicheng frowned slightly, "As for her identity, I knew it earlier, so how could I mind?" You don't have to think about it. ”

"Then why did you ...... last night? Why didn't you ...... with Die'er? Roundhouse? When Song said this, he had already arranged the quilt and was sitting on the edge of the marching bed, but his dark eyes were fixed on Li Zicheng's face, as if he wanted to see some clues.

"Die'er is only thirteen years old," Li Zicheng was a little annoyed, she couldn't bear it, but her mother pushed her towards the fire pit, "Mrs. Song, I didn't say you, you did this?" ”

Song Shi suddenly lost his breath, a trace of guilt flashed on his face, but his eyes were fixed on Li Zicheng's eyes, and he sighed slightly: "Prisoner woman...... Why didn't the prisoner want Die'er to ...... However, if it hadn't been for the adults who took Die'er last night, Die'er would have been ruined by the soldiers like the other women in the house...... If Die'er follows the adult, how about it...... Anyway, he still looks like a human being......"

Li Zicheng thought about it, what Song said was also reasonable, if Die'er served the soldiers last night and entered the fruit building after going to Xining, the soldiers don't care what age you are, if you take Die'er down last night, Song will not only not be resentful, but I am afraid that I will be grateful in my heart!

No matter what Die'er's previous identity was, since last night, she has been her own woman, no matter what, she can't treat her as a cow or horse, "Mrs. Song, since Die'er is my woman, I have to pity her and give her a normal life, at least until ......"

Li Zicheng suddenly remembered that he had told Die'er last night that when her front chest grew to the same size as her mother, she would be taken down, I don't know how big her mother is, if there is no comparison, how will I know what is ripe in the future?

When he was on horseback, Li Zicheng touched it more than once, but at that time, through the cotton clothes, at most he only felt a little, and some of them were still his own imagination, since the original is here, why not take it and take a look, and make a comparison in the future.

Thinking of this, Li Zicheng stepped forward and sat down on the edge of the bed against Song, "Mrs. Song, I have an idea." ”

"What do you mean by ......" Song moved to the side, separating himself from Li Zicheng for some distance.