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Jiu'er smiled lightly, came over to help Mu Luoxiao cover the corners, and knew that "Miss, this is another awkward mess with the prince." ”

"Don't mention him to me! Troublesome! ”

"Okay, Jiu'er don't mention it, that miss, let's sleep, it's late at night."

The quilt was covered, she hesitated, her eyes flashed with anxiety, her eyelids raised, and she got out of bed with one hand off the quilt.

"Jiu'er, prepare pen and paper for me. Pick-up"

She couldn't sleep under the weight of guilt, so she had to get up and ponder the love letter, which gave her a headache, and she couldn't write brilliant poetry, and she didn't want to fool the past.

The small brow was constricted, the ink was still unconscious when it was painted on the face, and the eyes were staring at the top beam and thinking, "What should I write?" Compensation"

The night flowed, and the crumpled paper balls surrounded the master and servant, but the people in the chairs were still at a loss and had no clue.

…………

The night wind hit the snow, the weather was cold, and when Mu Luoxiao was racking his brains to study the love letter, within a hundred miles outside the capital, the Zhao family's army, which had been tired for more than a month, received the order of the general Zhao Changyun and camped in the same place.

Zhao Jiajun is the only army outside the military power of King Qi, the number is not much, only 10,000, but the value is fine, Zhao Changyun has meritorious service in garrisoning the border pass, this is the emperor's reward to him, but no one knows, a few years have passed, 10,000, has long changed invisibly.

At this moment, it was close to the time of the child, it was the moment when everything was quiet, but there was a terrible cry for help in the main camp, the soldiers standing guard in front of the tent seemed to have become commonplace, and there were not many waves on the face, and after a while, the poignant female voice gradually weakened, until the surroundings returned to tranquility again, at this time, the soldiers who were originally standing like a pine tacitly turned around and walked into the tent, and the scene in the eyes was extremely familiar, it was their "daily life".

The soldier raised his eyes for a moment, and saw the man leaning on the bed, his right leg was straight, his left leg was bowed, his left wrist was lightly rested on his left leg, and when he looked up, he had lost his heavy uniform, and he was wearing only a plain white long robe, revealing a bronzed strong chest, and the beads of sweat soaked through the long coat, which was seductive and sultry; Further up, on the same bronze resolute face, thin lips and nose, eyelids lightly closed, a few strands of hair scattered on his forehead mixed with sweat on his face, obviously only twenty-nine years old, there is no childishness on his face, only the pride and uninhibition of standing proudly in the world.

Such a beautiful and delicious man is really a visual feast, provided that there is no woman at his feet, the person has his hair and covered his face, covering the flesh and blood inside, and his body is scarlet, especially the lower body is dazzling and bright red, which makes people tremble, she lies on her side on the ground motionless, obviously out of breath,

"General."

"Drag it out."

The man's voice was lazy and casual, and there was even a hint of perverted satisfaction, and at his hand was a blood-stained dagger, which came from the scarlet on the woman's body.

The soldier neatly picked up the dagger and dragged the woman out of the tent, and as soon as the two went out, someone immediately came in to deal with the blood stains on the ground, and they moved neatly, not daring to have a trace of slackness, not that they were diligent, but that they could not afford to slow down.

It is a fact that the general likes to torture women, this is a fact that everyone in the army knows, no one knows why he hates women so much, and no one dares to ask.

Zhao Changyun closed his eyes and took a nap, his subordinates had already prepared the bath water, he tapped his knees with his fingers, and suddenly opened his eyes, as if he had an answer to what he was thinking.

Got up and stepped into the bathtub, the corners of his lips were lightly raised, and the sound of his nose was slightly heavier, he was very greedy for the air in this place, and after three years, he finally came back.