Li Jingmo sat at the table and stared at Doctor Bai with a calm face.

A few months ago, the two were close mentors and apprentices. Now that things are people, the relationship between master and apprentice is exhausted, and the only thing left is this little friendship.

Or maybe after this change, even this little friendship is gone. c

Li Jingmo didn't want to say more to him, so he only asked the others, "How could they be with Li Ce?"

Without waiting for the others to speak, Doctor Bai took the initiative to laugh and said, "We came all the way from Shunzhou, originally thinking of going to Beijing, but unexpectedly met the injured Majesty in Gaojun. I took care of your Majesty's injuries, and His Majesty left me to serve. Now that Your Majesty has run away again, I have fallen back into the hands of His Highness. That's what happened, is there anything else Your Highness would like to ask?"

When Li Jingmo heard this, his eyebrows raised slightly, and he looked at the other party with a faint expression.

His eyes were black and clear, and his eyebrows were clear and sharp, like a knife sharpened in the cold of spring, slowly scraping over Doctor Bai's bones.

Although Dr. Bai was smiling, the corners of his lips were slightly stiffened, and even his back was unconsciously bent.

Accustomed to Li Jingmo's gentle side, he forgot that this Seventh Highness became famous at the beginning because of his decisiveness.

Doctor Bai didn't want to anger Li Jingmo so quickly, so he lowered his head knowingly and did not provoke the other party again.

Li Jingmo didn't want to see blood today, so he didn't even look at Bai Qing, who was huddled aside, waved his hand and said, "Escort them down and guard them well."

Bai Qing was dragged up again, and when she came out of the tent, she subconsciously looked back at Zhao Fuling, but was stung by the other party's festive red wedding dress.

She has always been obsessed with what she wants to get, and now she is easily obtained by Zhao Fuling.

And now, she, who has given her body to Li Ce, has no possibility with Li Jingmo.

Bai Qing wanted to look again, but the cold curtain of the big tent was thrown down and slapped on her face, covering her vision.

Everyone was taken down, and I don't know if Li Jingmo deliberately confessed, Bai Qing and Doctor Bai were deliberately locked up together.

The officers and men of the battalion were busy congratulating their commander Xinxi, and the two were cold and hungry, and wanted to call for someone to bring some hot water and food, but the soldiers in custody sneered.

finally stayed up until dark, Dr. Bai thought that Li Jingmo was finally going to interrogate them, but who expected that when he heard that the two of them rested early, he didn't take their father and daughter to heart at all.

Dr. Rao is Bai was prepared in his heart, and he couldn't help but be impatient.

With a gloomy face, he asked the soldier on guard, "Doesn't Your Highness have anything to ask us?"

The whereabouts of the peony and ginkgo, the source of the jade pendant, and the condition of Du Qiushi...... Isn't Li Jingmo in a hurry about this kind of incident?

The soldier looked at him strangely and said, "Even if Your Highness has something to ask, you won't be in a hurry at this time, right? Today, His Royal Highness and his wife are married, and they should have a good rest at night. Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold, don't you old man understand?"

Doctor Bai's face was ugly when he was scolded, and his hand curled up in his sleeve slowly clenched.

When Bai Qing heard the word "Spring Festival", he was even more resentful. But at this moment, she could do nothing but be incompetent and furious.

The bustle outside had gradually fallen silent, and the Beifu military camp soon returned to calm.

In the handsome tent, Zhao Fuling took off her red wedding dress and folded it neatly at the head of the bed.

Li Jingmo looked back, his gaze stayed on her slender and white neck for a moment, and then he withdrew his gaze and said, "I'll go fetch water for you."

Zhao Fuling didn't stop him, but only asked with a deliberate smile, "Do I want to sleep with His Highness tonight?"

Li Jingmo immediately stopped, looked at her and raised his eyebrows and said, "We are all married, Ah Ling still has to sleep in separate accounts?"

"I'll just ask." Zhao Fuling pulled off the hairpin that bound her hair, and her eyes crooked with a smile, "Go get water, I want to bathe."

The soldier had already sent the hot water outside the tent, Li Jingmo brought it in, and when he looked up, he saw Zhao Fuling sitting on the edge of the bed with her hair loose and waiting for him.

She wore a white profane garment, with a slightly open neckline, revealing white

Pure and delicate skin. The ends of the black hair are scattered over the shoulders, echoing the delicate collarbones.

Li Jingmo's throat moved slightly, but he didn't look away, and only said softly, "The water is good."

Zhao Fuling got up and walked over, and when Li Jingmo had mixed the water, she took off her clothes in front of her and walked into the bathtub barefoot.

Although there have been opportunities to meet so frankly in the past, Li Jingmo has always been a gentleman and never wants to look at it squarely. Now that Zhao Fuling has returned to herself, the two have become relatives again, and Li Jingmo is no longer self-controlled.

Zhao Fuling's naked back was exposed in front of him, and he stepped forward quietly, his fingertips falling on Zhao Fuling's butterfly bones.

It seems that the fingertips are cold, and it seems that Zhao Poria has sensitive skin, and when his fingers slid from his back to his waist, Zhao Poria unconsciously shrank down.

The slender neck leaned forward slightly, and in the hot water, Li Jingmo saw Zhao Fuling's eyes turn back with hazy wetness.

She called in a low voice: "Husband~"

The voice is gentle and graceful, like a bird in spring waiting for the right time to sing.

Li Jingmo stuck it up, pinched her chin with his fingertips, and whispered, "What do you call me?"

"Husband!" Zhao Fuling tilted her head sideways and brought her red lips to Li Jingmo's mouth. Li Jingmo bowed his head and kissed him, and with his other hand, he completely hugged Zhao Lingling in his arms.

The hot water soaked his bright red wedding dress, and Li Jingmo's delicate eyes also unconsciously flushed with damp red.

His belt fell off at some point, and even the placket of his shirt was open. Li Jingmo didn't notice it, only lowered his head and gently dropped a fine kiss on Zhao Fuling's back.

The candles in the big tent jumped, and the small wooden barrel squeezed the two of them extremely cramped.

When the water was cold, Li Jingmo strode to the bed with Zhao Fuling in his arms.

The march and battle were simple, and there was no curtain in the tent to block the view. Lying in such an almost natural tent, Zhao Lingling probably has no sense of security. In the gap where Li Jingmo picked up the wet hair on her sideburns for her, she whimpered and opened her mouth.

"Husband...... Turn off the lights......

Li Jingmo half-lowered his eyes, looking at her almost obsessively.

Zhao Fuling's facial features are delicate and beautiful, and after they are completely bloomed at this time, they are more like peach blossoms waving in the wind on the branches in March, with a dark and bewitching seductive meaning.

Xu is Li Jingmo's rare indulgence, some physiological tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes, and her eyelashes also carried a thick wetness.

Li Jingmo couldn't put it down and kissed her on the eyes, and then turned around and looked at the candle flame that was burning wantonly on the table.

In the flickering firelight, it seemed that two overlapping figures were reflected in the tent.

There were also guards outside the tent, and Li Jingmo didn't want anyone to look at their cave room, so he picked up Zhao Fuling's hairpin and threw it towards the candle flame.

The tongue of fire was severed, and the room was plunged into darkness in an instant.

There was silence all around, except for the occasional creaking of the bed in the tent.