"Good captain, the slave family will give you another drink......"

"Hey, don't worry, but it's going to hurt the slave family......"

Soft fragrance and warm jade, lingering, endless. Not far away, the laughter and slapstick of the ladies and gentlemen poured into her ears like a raging flood, making her head ache and sore.

Yao Yun was woken up by these sluggish and confused soft moans.

She looked around with her swollen brown eyes, like a frightened fawn.

At this time, she was lying on a large couch made of shabby wood, her hands and feet were tightly tied, and she could not escape. Above the head is a dark and deep arc-shaped yurt-shaped tent curtain, the surrounding decoration is elegant and simple, there seems to be a lady outside who is coquettishly talking about the general and the captain or something, making noise, this should be a large military camp of considerable scale.

Anyway, how did she end up on this inexplicable military tent bed?

The adoptive mother died of illness, but the adoptive mother treated her like a mountain. Yao Yun promised her that she would protect her brother and sister for the rest of her life. She led Ah Mao and Ah Wei all the way from Liangzhou, wanting to go to Chang'an to join the old lady of the Zhenguo Mansion.

It's a pity that they were deceived by a white-haired old woman halfway, and the three of them lost their money. She had no choice but to sell her private collection of paintings to make money. When handing over the painting, Chunlou's mother did not believe her words, and the agreed forty dollars were only twenty dollars in vain. She refused to leave, and then a strange fragrance rushed into her nose, and her limbs gradually became uncontrollable, soft and weak, and she fell asleep in a groggy state.

A cool breeze blew in, and she shook her thin jade shoulders, and couldn't help but shiver. She was only wearing a silk cloth and pants as thin as cicada wings, and the spring light was looming in front of her. The rouge pink tulle breast-length skirt underneath her was loose and loose, and if she was careless, this slippery skirt would have fallen to the ground.

She kicked her leg carefully, but was thankful to be able to get up. She moved her legs and looked around, but she could not find any sharp handles or sharp weapons, so she had to bend her knees and squat in front of the desk, and the thick hemp rope on her wrist was grinding back and forth along the edge of the wooden table, hoping to break the strong hemp rope as quickly as possible.

Figures flickered outside the tent door, as if someone wanted to lift the curtain and enter.

Yao Yun forcibly suppressed the anxiety in his heart, took a few steps back, and knelt respectfully towards the bed.

Heavy footsteps pounded on her heart, and in a few moments, the person in front of her stopped suddenly. The heavy cowhide boots clicked to the ground again, and a man sat on the bed in front of him.

Suddenly, the man's rough and calloused hot palm imprisoned her white jaw, and with a sudden pain, Yao Yun was forced to raise her head, and suddenly crashed into a pair of dark and deep, slightly inquiring ruthless black eyes.

As a painter, Yao Yun has always been meticulous and unforgettable. Looking at each other for a moment, it was as if thousands of heavy and sharp thorny heavy stones were thrown down in her heart, which shocked her heart and panicked.

The man on the couch was also wearing a heavy silver ironclad military uniform, his face was angular, handsome and cold, and most of his face was buried by thick blue-gray beard slag, looking sloppy and rude. But at this time, his breathing was a little panting and heavy, his face was slightly red, and his eyes were scarlet and wet, which seemed unusual.

Xiao Chengyu was stunned, staring at the little lady in front of him with messy clothes and jade flour cheeks, her eyes were cold and unfathomable. The lady in front of him overlapped with the face of a little lady in the depths of his memory, some similar, but very different.

His calloused index finger gently ran over the white skin of her jaw, both intentionally and unintentionally. The corners of his mouth pursed into an imperceptible playful wry smile, perhaps because of the effect of the aphrodisiac, which made him a little stunned.

Xiao's army defeated Beidi, recovered the sixteen counties in the north of Yizhou, and returned to the dynasty. He was really happy, and drank two more cups of pear blossom spring tonight, but he felt that his body was getting hotter and hotter, and his heart was surging. Thinking that in order to grasp his handle, Changdehou really tried his best to recruit Chunlou prostitutes for the victorious sergeant of the Xiao family's army, specially put strong aphrodisiacs in his wine, and even personally sent him a delicate beauty.

The melodious sound of the silk and bamboo musical instruments suddenly sounded, the rhythm was brisk, the phoenix dance and the song were the warm dance music of the Hu Xuan dance, and the cheers of the sergeants outside covered the waves one after another.

"Do you know how to do this?" He asked in a cold voice. His voice was steady, deep, slightly hoarse, and his eyes were already stained with a bit of lust, and he untied her hands with a simple tug.

Yao Yun has been in the land of fireworks in Qinglou all the year round, and is best at sketching and painting for Qinglou women and dignitaries, even if he has never eaten pork, he can be regarded as seeing a pig run.

She bowed slightly, turned her stiff wrists, untied the thick hemp ropes of her feet, and trembled and tightened the loose straps of her skirt.

She turned her face sideways, her fair cheeks rosy and translucent, and began to slowly lift her fair bare feet to the melodious and ethereal dance music outside. Against the backdrop of the faint candle flame, her thin shoulders fell together, like jade and fat, and the luster flowed. As soon as I turned around and raised my eyes, although it was not as charming and skillful as the women in the Spring Building, there was a little more jerky and coquettish in the dance, and there was a hot and hot gesture that could make the hearts of the gentlemen throb.

Xiao Chengyu couldn't help but purse his dry lips, and his lips became more and more dry and hot. When she turned around, he finally saw that the top of the shoulder blade on the left side of the woman's back was clean and immaculate, and there had been no burn marks.

After the dance, Yao Yun knelt on the ground respectfully again, only begging him to be kind enough to let her go.

Xiao Chengyu lowered his posture and suddenly pulled her slightly cold white wrist.

After a long time, the noise outside the tent gradually faded away, and his gasping for breath slowly subsided.

He looked at the blushing face of the lady in front of him, and pursed his lips again unconsciously.

Yao Yun loosened her sore wrist, turned her heart sideways, learned the coquettish appearance of the woman in the Spring Building, and respectfully begged for mercy: "General, general, you are generous and benevolent, benevolent and benevolent, and please let the little girl go, the little girl is not from the Spring Building, the little girl was forcibly kidnapped." ”

In fact, he had already noticed her strange appearance, her wrist skin was delicate, and there were already faint traces of red blood on her wrist.

"Who are you?"

She replied respectfully: "Back to the general's words, the little girl is just a passenger passing through Qinzhou. The little girl still has a young sister and brother to take care of at home, and I ask the general to let the little girl go, please......"