Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

Maybe it was because the atmosphere was too good after the kiss, or because after the exchange of hearts, there was always something to do to stabilize the relationship, Yu Beizhou's hands began to be dishonest again.

To this end, he also vowed to find a reason: "The military doctor just said that it will be better if you sweat a little more."

Zong Luo was speechless for a moment.

Indeed, what could be easier to sweat than doing this shit?

While thinking about it, someone has ripped off his belt very skillfully.

The crown prince's luxurious clothes fell to the ground in piles, leaving only a thin undershirt.

"You..." Zong Luo was still hesitating.

This is not an open field, nor an empty ghost valley. Outside the main tent, there are guards every five steps, and the guard changes every two hours. Although it is quiet at night, there are indeed soldiers everywhere.

If there is any movement, even if there are ten Zongluo, they will not be able to lose this person.

However, Yu Beizhou, who was full of bad water, did not give his senior brother a chance to refuse.

As soon as the long arm was taken out, the prince of Qingfeng Langyue was pulled into the hot quilt.

All sleeping bags are used in the military camp, and the same is true for the generals. Except that they are softer and larger than ordinary soldiers, they cannot be specialized.

No matter how big Zongluo's sleeping bag was, it would be difficult to squeeze two people together. Previously, Yu Beizhou had to hold him to sleep. If he had a high fever in the middle of the night, he could wake up Zong Luo, so he knew what size the sleeping bag was.

What's more, we can meet without hindrance like now.

The two were close to each other, longing for nowhere to hide.

Although it was only three days, Tai Ajian really missed the tightness of the scabbard.

Yu Beizhou grabbed Qixing Longyuan, the swordsman was slender and pale, and his scorching hot fingers slowly slid across the sword, causing the latter to hum with ease.

The swordsman is the same as the sword, it seems that there is a kind of induction by nature.

"Little senior brother is more frank than senior brother."

Yu Beizhou let out a low laugh, his voice hoarse.

It fell into Zong Luo's ears, and his face blushed unsatisfactorily.

In this regard, he really is a blank slate.

Of course, Yu Beizhou was not much better. It's just that this person overtakes a car in a corner, learned the unique secret techniques left by countless ancestors in Ghost Valley, and took advantage of the few days to practice on his senior brother, and this is the iron pot stewing a big goose. . Although it can't be said to be superb, it is definitely enough to deal with Zong Luo.

"You are still injured." Zong Luo wanted to struggle again.

They are all bloody. Fang Gang, the atmosphere is here again. It is not the first time that something will happen. But after all, Yu Beizhou still had a high fever, and Zong Luo couldn't do such a thing.

The white-clothed prince paused for a while, and he followed suit, putting his hand on the hilt of Tai A's sword.

It's just that the latter was so hot that it made his fingers tremble and he could barely hold it.

Under the dim candlelight, the tip of that inch ear was quietly red again.

"What Senior Brother said is that Junior Brother is completely powerless now."

Yu Beizhou held back a sullen smile and admired it for a while, then deliberately rubbed the sword in this man's hand a few times before leaning over to kiss him.

"Then I'll have to trouble my senior brother... use more force."

The kiss was warm and fierce, still with a habit of longing. In the end, he reluctantly sipped a kiss on his lips, and then moved down wetly, from under the corner of his lips, intertwined with his index fingers.

Yu Beizhou had a high body temperature from the beginning, but now he still has a high fever, to the point that it is hot to the point where his fingers touch.

Zong Luo was stupefied by the kiss, the hair band of his long silver-white hair was untied, and he was entangled and played by that hand.

Soon, he exclaimed: "What are you doing—"

Naturally there will be no answer.

The young man in red seemed to sense his panic, his chest could not stop shaking, and he laughed a few times.

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For Zong Luo, this kind of direct stimulation was too much.

Soon, he threw away his helmet and armor, and was defeated. He lay trembling in Yu Beizhou's arms, his whole body was red, and one hand was weakly clutching the white fur cloak, eager to shrink into the bedding.

Obviously, the whole person was confused.

Suppressed laughter overflowed from the depths of his throat.

From between his fingers, Zongluo glanced at Yu Beizhou in embarrassment.

That Zhang Li's face was very close to him, and the slender eyelashes curled like crow feathers were still stained with traces of stars. There was even a string on the corner of his lips.

Facing the sight of the white-robed prince, the latter with a harmless smile, stretched out the tip of his scarlet tongue and rolled them cleanly.

"The younger brother is comfortable, so should the younger brother feel comfortable next time?"

He opened Zong Luo's fingers one by one, and his long hair like ink flowed down, and the wet end spread to his shoulder blades, tingling and itching.

The tip of the sword starts along the back of the prey's neck and retreats section by section.

Because there were several lessons learned from the past and the unforgettable first time, Zong Luo automatically straightened his fingers, and the whole person pulled into a tight straight line.

However, unexpectedly, it is different from every time in the past.

The fingertips are very skillful in caring for the scabbard. Compared with this person's usual operations, it is already unbelievably gentle.

Although it was still uncomfortable when he put the sword away, Yu Beizhou was not in a hurry. After putting away Tai Ajian in one go, he dug the owner of the scabbard out of the bedding and kissed him over and over again.

Zong Luo raised his head, endured a mess of sourness, and labored to accept the passionate kisses one after another.

Whether it is in the ghost valley, or the few days from the ghost valley to the camp wind meal. They may not have kissed as many times combined as they did tonight.

But it is undeniable that Zongluo prefers simple hugs and kisses to more intimate things.

Soon, he didn't have the heart to think about it anymore.

The benefits that come from having the same mind are endless.

Zong Luo didn't want to deliberately suppress his feelings anymore. In the past, he was unwilling to admit defeat, as if showing a little bit of emotion and sinking, he seemed to have lost half of it, but now it is no better than before.

The soldiers guarding around the camp are all martial arts practitioners. Not to mention that he and Yu Beizhou are as smart as they are, and they can know with a little bit of trouble, but if the voice is too loud, they can also detect it.

In the narrow sleeping bag, their foreheads touched their foreheads, their noses touched, and their arms embraced.

Breathing and exhaling in a square inch, the cycle goes back and forth. No more conversation, as in that thunderstorm hall, the wanton eagerness and eagerness more than make up for it.

However, it was completely different from that time.

It was still like a long battle and slaughter, but after the blood was gone, unprovoked warmth rose.

The heavy bedding rose like waves.

The dripping sweat and the rapid breathing were intertwined, gathered in each other's fierce attack and pandering, and fainted on the tip of the tongue.

Outside the military tent not far away, stars twinkled and insects chirped.

Occasionally, the crunch of the armour movement of the soldier's body can be heard.

No one would have thought that just behind a curtain, the King of Beining, who was ordered to recover from his illness, would be so daring to commit the following crimes. Sword after sword, straight to the point, merciless.

The terrifying pleasure surged, I couldn't bear it anymore, and the white-robed prince bit the man's shoulder and let out a few whimpers.

All night, in the name of treating the sick, two hot waters were passed from the main account.

The water also swayed, and the grass circled in the general's tent got wet.

The good news is that although Zong Luo was exhausted at the end, he really couldn't figure out why this man was ill and even more cheerful.

But after waking up the next day, and sweating profusely, Yu Beizhou was almost healed.

Yesterday, after the King of Beining captured a gate of the Xiawei Kingdom, the Dayuan army had already prepared for the night.

The next day, Pei Qianxue sorted out most of the military newspapers and hurried to the main tent.

When he came, Yu Beizhou was sitting cross-legged on the tiger fur blanket, cutting peaches with a knife in his hand. In front of him was a plan of the imperial city of Wei, and he was looking at it casually.

Not far away, the prince in white stood behind the desk, holding a scroll in his hand.

Strange to say, the expressions of these two people are obviously very ordinary.

One looked serious, the other was as cynical as ever, and didn't even have the slightest eye contact, but Pei Qianxue smelled something different.

In the past, as long as these two people stood together, they were drawn to each other. In the tense atmosphere, everyone could see that they were not dealing with each other, and could see that they wished the other party would die soon. However, no one could intervene, or even intervene in the struggle between the two, as if it was a faction of its own.

But now... there is an inexplicable harmony between them.

Not to mention, the King of Beining appeared in the main general's tent early in the morning, which was strange enough.

What's more, Pei Qianxue heard something along the way. It is said that the King of Beining was seriously injured on the front line and had a high fever. His Royal Highness summoned a military doctor overnight and took care of him all night. Only then did he turn the corner.

Pei Qianxue didn't want to think about all kinds of things, but the facts clearly pointed to the worst.

Zong Luo looked up at the right time: "What's the matter?"

The Prime Minister in Tsing Yi paused, restrained his bitter thoughts that should not appear on the battlefield, and reported all military affairs in a low voice.

They still acted conservatively and moved all the spies in the imperial city of Wei Kingdom without acting rashly. The original plan was that it would take more than half a month to win a city gate at the earliest. Now that it has been won, the follow-up arrangement can naturally be slowed down a little, and strive to fight a good battle.

"I see."

While listening, Zong Luo nodded.

He took those military newspapers, and after he approved them, he stamped his private seal on them.

After talking about military affairs, I was finally able to say a few words in a private capacity.

"Associating with the Weishan Army still needs Axue's help, it's been really hard these days."

Pei Qianxue smiled: "It's not hard. It's just a matter of my share."

Just as he was about to say something, he saw a hand approaching like no one else was beside him.

The red-clothed general who was sitting on the tiger skin just now looked lazy and boneless, and handed over the peach in his hand, "Senior brother, open your mouth."

Zong Luo subconsciously took a bite.

"...If there is nothing wrong with Your Highness, I will retire first."

Looking at King Beining's provocative actions, what else did Pei Qianxue understand?

The most unbelievable thing is that Zong Luo's expression is also extremely natural.

It's like... this action, they've rehearsed it thousands of times.

Just a perception was enough for Pei Qianxue to feel heartbroken and shaky.

"okay."

Zong Luo did not lift his head and continued to immerse himself in the military newspaper.

After finishing the military affairs, I looked up again, but saw someone in a very good mood.