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It happened that Yu Chu stayed on the martial arts field for a long time, and now she was a little hungry. She was about to reach for it, but the teenager moved the food box away, looked at her with cold eyes, and smiled, "General?"

Across the power fence, I couldn't see his expression, but there was a faint arc on the thin lips, and the light and pleasant voice seemed to be drunk with the spring breeze.

Yu Chu coughed, retracted his hand, and looked at the subordinates who were looking straight at the back.

Those few people quickly retracted their gazes and continued to practice diligently with their long swords.

The subordinate held the water respectfully, bent over and raised it above his head, Yu Chu reached into the water, Qu Heng watched quietly for a few seconds, suddenly stepped forward, lowered his eyes and covered her from behind, reaching out to hold her hand.

Yu Chu paused and looked sideways at the young man's face.

The peerless beauty under the power fence was smooth and smooth, and the long eyelashes looked straight ahead, but the slender and fair fingers of the young man gathered around her five fingers, and with a gentle gesture, slid over each of her fingers little by little.

The scent of light fragrance enveloped, and after washing his hands, the young man stepped back and bent his eyes, "General, let's try it."

Yu Chu coughed, covering up his heartbeat just for a moment.

It's not a heartbeat that is very heart-warming, it's just that the slender young man has just been shrouded in it, and the tenderness and warmth of his fingers touching each other makes people feel a little throbbing in the heart.

Yu Chu pondered secretly in his heart, the cuteness of this world is very attractive.

She was not reconciled to being in the back, so she took the towel and reached out to the boy with a smile.

Qu Heng paused and passed his hand.

The general slowly rubbed his slender fingers little by little, and the beautiful phalanx was lined with a white kerchief, like some kind of art.

The boy's fair face turned slightly red.

Yu Chu finally let go of him, wiped his hands, sat down comfortably to eat and drink, and took the time to instruct his subordinates, "Please take your seat."

Because it was outside and there were no extra chairs, the subordinate was about to get it, but the young man politely refused, "No, I'll just stand."

He raised his hand to support the power fence, and consciously stood behind Yu Chu, with his sleeves and well-behaved appearance, which made his subordinates look at him enviously.

The young man turned a blind eye, and stood quietly with his eyes down.

It is March and April, the weather is not hot, but the sun is dazzling at noon.

Yu Chu took a sip of tea, and then felt that the person behind him leaned over, and the cool fingertips gently brushed her side face, the light fragrance lingered for a moment, and then retreated for a moment. The other party said coldly and lowly, "The general has sweat on his face."

Before Yu Chu could speak, the young man lowered his eyes slightly again, and said in a cold tone with a slight softness: "The general serves the country and the people, and he works hard every day, and Qu Heng admires it very much."

As he spoke, his long eyelashes drooped slightly, his slender five fingers folded up, landed on her shoulders, and lightly hammered.

The fluttering strength, without exertion, fell on the heart like a well-behaved feather.

Yu Chu coughed again.

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At the same time, the two people who were still waiting in the tea pavilion finally got permission to go to the martial arts field to meet the general.

Chu Ting was so angry that she would have been so angry that if she hadn't known Chu Li's status in the army, she wouldn't have dared to offend the eldest sister. She was so angry that she wanted to throw the teacup.

She is also a well-known Miss Chu family in the capital. Now that Chu Li is back in Beijing, she is in trouble everywhere.

Bai Liming was always shy, and finally touched his combed temples.