"A solid military attache system is built on a reward system. Unlike the civilian system, the sense of belonging of military attaches is priceless. ”

When Pastoral Ge held down his waist and leaned against the wall and moved towards the main hall, Yang Ji happened to happily come over with the girl in love in his arms and greeted Pastoral Ge: "Muqi!!, you look a little weak." ”

Concubine Xiao came out of the red curtain in a dignified manner, bowed her head and wiped the white foam from the corners of her lips, like a very measured priestess, serving the pious Lord God decently. Yang Ji didn't see anything unusual at all.

"You," Madrigal struggled to even walk, "have you all found your favorite belonging?"

"Yes, the Xia clan is amazing, these girls believe everything I brag about, this is heaven!!" Yang Ji was very excited, and then continued to care for his superiors: "Mu Qi, you look a little lame. ”

"It's nothing, it's like writing all the summer homework on the last day of school, it's all ......" Madrigal was saying, suddenly aware of his gaze after coming, and his strong desire to survive made him change his words temporarily: "...... Deserve. ”

Yang Ji still didn't see anything unusual.

"Anyway, thank you to Mu Qi for assigning girlfriends to everyone. Yang Ji was immersed in joy, "I finally have hope to get rid of my virgin body!"

"Good luck. Pastoral's waist ached, "This is the reward of your allegiance to Yan Xia." Behave well and you'll get more. ”

"I will convey it to my brothers. Yang Ji thanked him for his kindness, and whispered to his girlfriend when he left: "I didn't brag, I am Shenjun's most trusted henchman." ”

Madrigal turned to Concubine Xiao and said, "The sense of belonging to Yanxia has been established, and as long as these warriors survive, they will do their best to protect the Xia clan, because we are connected by blood." ”

But Concubine Xiao maintained a keen interest in another matter.

"If the concubine comes out to repair yours, what can I say—" Concubine Xiao approached him like a cat, "—worn. Will you pamper your concubine again?"

"You're kidding, aren't you?" Madrigal felt at one point that his "wear and tear" was irreparable. He was like a wrung out towel, almost dehydrated.

"We haven't enjoyed the view from the top of the oracle," said Concubine Xiao, "and we can be seen by passers-by looking up at the stars at any time......

"You little goblin, I'm going to give you some color. Pastoral Ge pulled Concubine Xiao upstairs. Concubine Xiao hung her long sleeves and stumbled to follow, bowing her head and raising her sleeves, pretending to be shy, but in fact, she was beautiful.

Madrigal felt that she had been given a new lease of life. Xiaoshui Palace is like his real home, so that his self-esteem is no longer sharp, the past is no longer burning, and he is here unguarded, relaxed and indulgent, obsessed with this carefree depravity.

And troubles and inferiority are like daggers in the sheath, and there is no edge. Madrigal can travel lightly and train his trap camp with full concentration.

Standing on the proud wall, he said to Concubine Xiao, who had fluttering sleeves, "Chapter 3 of the Law, you are not allowed to tempt me at work. ”

"Yes, Divine Monarch. Concubine Xiao smiled.

"What an obedient man. "Madrigal let his guard down.

"Of course. The concubine body will meet all the needs of the god king. Concubine Xiao looked at the trapped camp without squinting, "This is the dream." ”

Madrigal felt itchy skin.

"That's right. Madrigal felt her throat a little dry, "As long as you don't tempt me at work." ”

Concubine Xiao turned her head to look up at the pastoral song, and her smile was very moving: "But the workplace itself is a temptation, what can I do." ”

Madrigal looked to the left and right to see the priestesses and centurions solemnly lined up on either side. If it is discovered by a subordinate, then how can it be done?

"Concubine Xiao, have you tried to grind me into a drink to drink!" Madrigal whispered through gritted teeth.

"It's a pity that this drink can walk, and it will be thrown into the arms of another female god," Concubine Xiao also showed her little tiger teeth, and turned her head to face the madrigal, the ring on her head jingled, "I want to squeeze the god like a chewed bagasse." In this case, no one else will be able to drink the 'drink'. ”

"I knew that Jiu Ge would drive you crazy sooner or later, and your symptoms were really not mild. "Pastoral loves and hates Concubine Xiao.

"'Drink' only belongs to the concubine!" In front of the public, Concubine Xiao's posture was elegant and refined, but her private words were fierce.

"Calm down, a little restraint," the madrigal duplied, "you've drunk enough." ”

"That 'drink' is a metaphor for the Divine King. The body and mind of the Divine Monarch only belong to the concubine body!" Concubine Xiao repeated.

"I don't have any other concubines! Believe me, your position at home cannot be shaken. "Madrigal legislatively cut off the possibility of concubines. As the king, Pastoral basically gave up the right to choose concubines, and it is estimated that he has started a new journey of the feudal system with Yanxia characteristics.

The sun leaps into the mid-sky, and the sundial coincides with noon. The master of ceremonies and shrine maiden cautiously asked, "The time has come for the Divine Monarch to train his troops. ”

Concubine Xiao doesn't care. She flicked her sleeves and motioned for the witch to stand back, and whispered to the madrigal, "But you have other women in the divine realm!"

When a woman chases a man, the man also needs to develop a strategy—"Pastoral shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands hoarsely, both to keep his voice gentle and to keep his voice low, and a strong desire to survive was about to come out, "Maybe it's because I'm too good? ”

"Okay, but let me tell you, I'm the one who loves you the most, and no one wants to compare me. When Concubine Xiao was more serious, she even forgot to use the "concubine body".

"I know. Madrigal went to put his arm around her thin waist. Concubine Xiao leaned over and asked Mu Ge with a sigh of concern, "How many female gods are there chasing you?"

The madrigal counted silently in my heart. 1，2，3，4......

Concubine Xiao knew at a glance that there were many enemies in love and the scale was huge.

"The little Bichi people in the God Realm, the next step is to rely on their own abilities. Concubine Xiao thought viciously in her heart, "I want to make the Divine Monarch more than enough but not enough." ”

Madrigal sneezed in a cool breeze. He turned his head to look at Concubine Xiao suspiciously, only to see that she was still as beautiful as a flower and gentle and elegant, unlike the kind of resentful spirit lifeform that produces yin winds.

"I'm thinking too much. Madrigal walked up to the castle tower and began to train the trap camp to master the streamer. The theory of the pastoral song is that the training of the military force is always ahead of the training of martial arts.

Concubine Xiao sat under the canopy and shook her fan, tilting her head to stare at the heavily armed madrigal, her faint smile was full of happiness, as if she would never get tired of watching it.

The Pastoral is very clear in the discourse. Only by surviving the expedition will you win promotions, either to fame or to your death. Under the spur of the madrigal, the two hundred samurai in the trap camp practiced diligently, and in three months, they mastered the intermediate streamer step, the primary light exposure technique, and the primary cross knife.

The priests of the Xia clan were amazed and overjoyed when they saw the cross knives of the temple warriors cutting the boulder ten meters away into four angular pieces. The difference is that no one worships the miracle anymore, because there are their lovers in the camp.

"Emperor Xiao, can you use the name of building a spectacle to let the heavenly soldiers stay in the world for a few more days?" a close priestess bit her index finger and bent down to ask for instructions.

Concubine Xiao liked this powerful witch very much, so she tolerated her willfulness: "I give you eternal youth, can't you even wait for a few long calendars?"

The priestess obediently withdrew.

"It's okay to build a wonder. They are all perfect masonry. Concubine Xiao stared at the trap camp that trained the cross knife, and all she thought about was the national economy and people's livelihood.

Two days later, the whole camp of the trapped camp moved to the quarry, and Madrigal personally went down to supervise the training, his cloak flying, and he shouted loudly: "Regard the boulder in front of you as an enemy with a huge disparity in size! Find the cross cut point must be precise and fast, and you must know it at a glance! When the light dust is exhausted, you can't rest, keep moving, move the stone, and breaking through the fatigue limit will increase your light dust capacity! There will always be a time when the light dust runs out on the battlefield! You must be familiar with this feeling, and you must not be afraid of it! Split it for me, move it for me, and practice it for me! Don't stop!"

Madrigal shows the appearance of a tyrant when he supervises the training. Concubine Xiao covered half of her face with a fan, and stood diligently under the canopy looking at the pastoral song, not only did she not feel lonely and bored, but she was afraid that the sun would go down too quickly and steal her full happiness.

Madrigal would come to ask Concubine Xiao for water when the team was resting, and she would concentrate on wiping his sweat. The priest figured out the holy will and fixed the canopy, and Concubine Xiao sat outside the scorching sun quarry for an afternoon, and she felt that the sun was going down in the blink of an eye. When she took Madrigal by the hand and walked to the oracle in the evening, she complained to Madrigal: "Time flies too fast, and three months are like fish fry in a stream, scrambling to slip away." ”

"I will be back. "Madrigal wrapped around her slender waist in the moonlight. They stood at the top of the oracle and looked out at the temple of the god Xiaohuang who had broken ground on the earth, their fluttering robes and cloaks tangled in the night.

"We are like the gods and the emperor in the temple, never separated. Concubine Xiao tilted her head and rubbed his face, and the shaking accessories made a pleasant jingle sound.

Madrigal bowed her head and gagged her mouth, pouring out complete trust, deep affection, and bitter tenderness into it, and then ripped off her breasts.

A thick silk with golden dragon patterns fluttered down from the summit of the oracle, and it danced mischievously in the night, sometimes lifted by the evening breeze, sometimes twisted and falling, and floated for a long time before it slowly landed, and the panicked priesthood rushed across the city in order to retrieve the silk.