Yang Yanqi's originally fierce gaze has been replaced by fiery fire in a blink of an eye.

She rode on Shi Wei's body, looking at his bulging muscles, and a longing look burst into her eyes.

That look was like a hungry beast finally catching its prey.

"Miss Yang, you-"

"Shut up!"

Shi Wei was surprised and wanted to speak, but was reprimanded by Yang Yanqi.

He didn't dare to squeak anymore, and could only rely on this woman to manipulate himself with uneasy emotions.

Yang Yanqi's body was like a snake, twisting his waist and slowly moving down.

And the blade in her hand also slid inch by inch.

Shi Wei's clothes, as well as his pants, were cut by her little by little, and the feeling of cold swishing came from top to bottom.

Shi Wei finally understood what she was doing, she was going to push herself back.

Thinking of this, Shi Wei's heart was panicked, and he immediately calmed down.

He looked up at her with interest to see what she could do.

A trace of coolness came, only to hear a sharp sound of "hiss", Shi Wei immediately felt a cool feeling coming from under his crotch.

Just when he was a little excited, he suddenly noticed a strange coldness.

Shi Wei instinctively propped up his neck and looked down, and was surprised to see that Yang Yanqi had put the sharp tip of the dagger on his life.

"Oh no, she probably wants to castrate me."

Such a thought suddenly flashed in his mind, and in fright, Shi Wei wanted to avoid his body.

At this time, Yang Yanqi raised his head, stared at him with bloodshot eyes, and shouted: "If you dare to move, I will cut you with a knife." ”

After drinking like this, Shi Wei didn't dare to move a little more, he was really afraid of annoying this aunt, if he went down with a knife, he would have nothing to do in the rest of his life.

In desperation, Shi Wei had to stand up and not dare to move, to see what she was going to do.

Yang Yanqi lowered his head again, and carefully examined the filthy thing with a curious eye.

Gradually, Shi Wei saw a little blush on her face.

Seeing her expression, Shi Wei's mood gradually eased, and he realized that Yang Yanqi did not intend to castrate him.

As soon as the thoughts disappeared, under her fiery direct gaze, Shi Wei instinctively reacted, and the soft and ugly thing quickly stood up proudly.

Yang Yanqi's expression became more and more crimson, and Shi Wei could see that his neck was swallowing saliva, as if he was salivating.

And the way she leaned over like this, the full twin peaks, hung down like a ball full of water, and the ravines were clear and deep.

Shi Wei saw that his blood was full of blood, and he wanted to add pride in his abdomen.

With a bang, Yang Yanqi threw the dagger in his hand aside.

Then, she put her hair hanging down to her ear, took a deep breath, opened her teeth, and swallowed the ugly thing into her throat, and smacked it thinly.

Shi Wei only felt like entering a hot spring, and the kind of obsessive pleasure came from the bottom and instantly surged all over the body.

At this time, where he still had a trace of worry, he opened his mind and enjoyed Yang Yanqi's service wantonly.

After a few comforts, Yang Yanqi climbed up, she sat on Shi Wei's body, and untied her hair.

With a slight shake, three thousand green silk shook like a waterfall.

Then, she looked at Shi Wei with a seductive look, with a misty smile on the corner of her mouth, and slowly took off her clothes one by one.

In a moment, the graceful naked body will be in full view.

Then, she bent her knees slightly, took a deep breath again, frowned slightly, and sat down for a minute.

When the place where life was conceived was completely combined, the girl on her body let out a sigh of relief in her throat.

After a little hesitation, she galloped like a mare breaking free from her shackles on the vast grassland.

Shi Wei looked at Yang Yanqi, who was crazy and had a cloak of hair, and really couldn't imagine that the arrogant Yang Eighth Sister, once she let go of her feelings, would be described like this.

That kind of unbridled passion, thrilling, made Shi Wei feel an unprecedented pleasure.

In the tent of Noda, the wheezing of men and women filled.

Under the light of the lights, the two fused figures changed their postures from time to time, and the rhythm of the shaking became faster and faster.

Finally, with the low roar of a torrent, the tent finally fell silent.

"You don't have to, why?"

I don't know how long it took, Shi Wei, who was exhausted and a little sleepy, suddenly asked.

Yang Yanqi, who was lying on top of him, leaned close to his ear with red lips, and whispered angrily: "Because I am willing to give you my body." ”

I see.

Yang Bamei, who was imprisoned by herself and suffered all the "humiliation", actually said such things at this moment.

Could it be that she has masochistic tendencies?

Or is she already in love with herself?

Shi Wei had all kinds of speculations, hugged the sweaty body, and fell asleep unconsciously.

……

The bright morning light poured into the tent through the cracks in the tent.

Feeling the warmth of victory, Shi Wei slowly opened his eyes.

The golden sunlight made him dizzy for a moment, and instinctively twisted his body to the side.

At this time, he found that Yang Yanqi in his arms had disappeared at some point.

Shi Wei sat up suddenly, looked around the empty tent, and was a little dazed for a while.

The thrilling scenes of last night, like a slow-motion movie screen, flashed in front of my eyes one by one.

In retrospect, the trance was as unreal as a dream.

The woman who was with her Wushan ** last night, is it really Yang Yanqi?

Shi Wei had such a question in his heart, and after a long time, he was convinced that it was not a dream, but a real existence.

So where is Yang Yanqi?

After sobering up, Shi Wei swept around, but found two things from the pillow.

One is a red bandeau and the other is a strand of hair.

Shi Wei held it in his hand and sniffed it lightly, and the familiar body fragrance came into his nose, obviously these two things belonged to Yang Yanqi.

Shi Wei suddenly realized that Yang Yanqi was probably saying goodbye, and these two personal things were naturally the souvenirs left for him.

"She's gone anyway."

Shi Wei sighed lightly, wrapped the strand of hair in a bandeau and carefully put it away.

He got dressed and lifted the curtain and went out.

The golden sun was blowing, and there was a bit of blood in the morning breeze.

The soldiers in the army were already busy, packing their bags and preparing to march towards their ultimate goal.

Shi Wei looked at the west, as if he had seen the smoke of Taiyuan City, as if he had seen Yang Yanqi's heroic figure standing at the head of the city, brandishing a silver spear, swearing to defend her country to the death.

"I hope you live until the end of the war."

……

Two days later, the Great Song Emperor Zhao Kuangyin personally drove to the city of Taiyuan, the capital of the Northern Han Dynasty.

At this time, the Great Song army gathered under the city of Taiyuan had reached 100,000 people.

Zhao Kuangyin seemed to think that this was not enough, and ordered the troops of Yun, Ji, Bo, Huai, Ru, Hua and other states in Henan, as well as the soldiers of Jin, Jiang, Ci, Xie and Qizhu in the river to rush to Taiyuan.

For a time, the northern part of the entire Central Plains was covered with war clouds, and the military mobilization of the Great Song Empire had reached an unprecedented intensity.

The effect is also remarkable.

The Song armies from all walks of life attacked the city all the way, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers flocked to the Northern Han Dynasty like a tide, and all the prefectures and counties were wiped out.

When the Chinese army camp appeared under the city of Taiyuan, the so-called Northern Han Kingdom, except for the northernmost Fenzhou, only Taiyuan, a lonely capital, remained.

But in any case, the city in front of you is the world-famous Taiyuan City.

From the Later Zhou Dynasty to the Great Song Dynasty, from Chai Rong to Zhao Kuangyin, two generations of emperors attacked the city of Taiyuan several times, but the iron-walled city made them return in vain every time.

Zhao Kuangyin, who had just arrived outside Taiyuan City, also received another news that made him feel a little numb.

Before Pan Mei and others completed the siege, Yang Ye, the envoy of the Northern Han Tianxiong Army, had already led his troops into the city first.

Yang Ye, this is a figure who makes the monarchs and ministers of the Great Song Dynasty feel a headache, the previous two expeditions to the Northern Han Dynasty, the generals of the Northern Han Dynasty are invincible, but Yang Ye is the only person who can defeat the Song army.

However, Zhao Kuangyin only felt a little unhappy, in his opinion, although Yang Ye was brave, he was not brave enough to carry hundreds of thousands of elite troops of the Great Song Dynasty alone, not to mention, there was also the discord plan offered by Shi Wei before.

This time, Zhao Kuangyin is determined to win Taiyuan City.

On the same day, Zhao Kuangyin set up the imperial camp on the east bank of the Fen River, and after a little rest, he personally wrote an edict to Liu Jiyuan.

The attitude of the edict is also cordial, and the content is also very relaxed, roughly persuading Liu Jiyuan to surrender, as long as he is willing to surrender, the previous sins will be forgiven, and he will be prosperous and rich for the rest of his life.

After the edict was written, a small colonel was ordered to send the edict to the southern city of Taiyuan.

At this moment, above the south gate, Yang Ye, a famous general who is as mighty as a lion, is standing at the head of the city, supervising the military battle.

"Father, Lord Song sent someone to deliver the handwritten book." The sixth son, Yang Yanzhao, hurriedly went to the city.

"Where's the book?" Yang Ye said expressionlessly.

Yang Yanzhao hurriedly presented Zhao Kuangyin's edict with both hands.

It stands to reason that this is a handwritten letter from the Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty to Liu Jiyuan, and it can be regarded as a national letter, and generals like Yang Ye have no right to read it.

However, Yang Ye did not hesitate at all, took the edict in his hand, and unfolded it in an uproar.

"You want us to surrender, huh!" Yang Ye glanced at it a few times, and a sneer appeared on his cold face.

"Father, do you want to present this edict to Your Majesty?" Yang Yanzhao on the side saw that his father had read the national letter in violation of the regulations, and his expression was slightly uneasy, so he asked cautiously.

Yang Ye did not answer his son's words, but closed the edict written by Emperor Song himself, and slowly tore it to pieces in full view of everyone.

(To be continued)