Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

Yang Zhao touched his face with the fingers of iron armor gloves and brought a slight coolness. Ling Qingyu coughed: "General Yang, shall we deliver the goods first?"

Yang Zhao was taken aback, seeing her eyes winking desperately, only to realize that there were still a bunch of people around! He clenched his fist and coughed twice on his lips, and said, "Naturally go to the barracks first."

"General Yang knows we are here today?" Han Mian, who had been staying around, asked hurriedly when he finally found himself to speak.

"During this time, the pass is not very peaceful here. I brought people out for inspection." Yang Zhao said. I can’t say, I’m afraid you’re having problems delivering food at this time, so I’ll read it every day.

Ling Qingyu stood on tiptoe to look at the team of knights behind, and she saw two familiar faces from the knights who had taken off their helmets, and waved: "Meng Su! Du Ming!"

Meng Su Duming led Yang Zhao's horse to ride over and smiled: "It's good to be in charge."

"You bring Mr. Han into the camp." Yang Zhao took the reins of the horse, turned on the horse, and then when Ling Qingyu was still looking for an acquaintance, he hugged her on the horse and placed it in front of him, and gave orders to Meng Su Duming. , And then grabbed the horse's stomach and galloped away.

The other knights wanted to follow, but were blocked by Du Ming, and said, "Come and come, go to Gale Camp first."

Ling Qingyu was startled at first. With so many people, he thought he should pay more attention to it. This is good. Is this kidnapped?

The horse's speed was very fast, and the oncoming cold wind made her face painful. Just as Ling Qingyu wanted to speak, Yang Zhao behind him had already wrapped her cloak around her and wrapped her in her arms.

Ling Qingyu gave up the struggle, leaning on the man behind him, the cold wind was blocked by the space surrounded by the man with his cloak, and through the iron armor, he could feel how fierce the heart beating in the chest behind him.

Kuai Ma galloped from outside the camp and saw that it was the general's horse. The soldiers hurriedly removed the fence at the entrance of the camp. As soon as it was removed, the horse rushed in from the side.

"Why is the general alone? Something happened?" Li Yan and He Li were passing by the door. Seeing this scene, Li Yan said anxiously.

"No," He Li stretched out his hand to block Li Yan who wanted to chase him, and said, "The master is here."

"How do you know?" Li Yanqi said, and then remembered that the general claimed to go to investigate the military situation every day. In fact, he went to Daixian to run a circle to see if the people from the Lingjia firm arrived. Although the horse was fast, it was OK. Seeing a person in front of him, it turned out that it was that person who came.

He Li felt a bit bitter in his heart, put down the hand that blocked Li Yan, and the old wound on his waist seemed to hurt again.

Yang Zhao hugged Ling Qingyu and jumped off the horse, and said to the guard at the door: "No one is allowed in." Then he went straight through the big tent and into the inner tent.

She placed Ling Qingyu carefully on her narrow army bed and sat down. Yang Zhao knelt in front of her, buried her head on her legs, and let her leaping heart slow down. It was a real person, she came. It's really coming.

I looked at this inner tent. The area is not big or small, but it is very simple. There is only a bed, a table, a hanger, and a box. A brazier is placed in the inner tent to make it slightly warmer than the outside. Some, that is, a little warmer.

With such simple conditions, they have to stay here for years. Ling Qingyu had mixed feelings in her heart. She had envisioned countless scenes of their reunion, and set up various responses to him when she faced him, calm? warm? implicit? reserved? dignified? Shouli? But it seemed that he didn't give himself time to react at all.

I was entangled in my heart and turned countless thoughts, but a sentence came out of my mouth: "General Yang."

Yang Zhao raised his head fiercely, his eyes flushed, staring at her blankly.

"I..." Ling Qingyu gave himself a mouthful in his heart, and didn't know what to say.

Yang Zhao stood up, gently put his hand on her mouth, preventing her from saying anything, then unfastened the rope buckle and took off the armor.

He was wearing a full body armor. Ling Qingyu recognized that this was produced by Zhou Tan. She was so funny that she wrote one of their ten names on each pair of armor. Zhou Tan blew his beard and complained that I was such a good work. Go up with such ugly words!

The chest armor, wrist armor, waist armor, and leg armor were taken off one by one, revealing the white **** inside.

Yang Zhao pushed Ling Qingyu back a bit and knelt on the bed between her legs, then untied his belt, and the white pants fell off.

Ling Qingyu was initially taken aback by this posture, but when he saw the shiny golden thing between his legs, his head snapped and broke.

Ling Qingyu stared at that thing blankly. She had imagined countless times of their goodbye and their future relationship. He would become more and more powerful, holding a large army in his hand, and looking like a person. She even thought about it. I want to persuade him to stop doing that kind of stupid things that resist the decree. Although this was immediately denied by me, she did have this idea.

Yang Zhao took her hand and placed it on the thing, and then took out the dagger from under the pillow on the bed. With a shake of his hand, the scabbard fell off, and Yang Zhao pressed the sharp blade against his own. On the throat, he whispered: "You call General Yang again." If you dare to call, I will die for you to see!

Ling Qingyu's eye circles were also red, the color of the chastity belt was already dimmed, and the little brother had been struck out a few marks, and he thought he had never taken it off.

"Zhao..." Ling Qingyu sighed lightly, how can such friendship be negative, how can we bear to be negative!

Raising his hand and holding his knife, Ling Qingyu sighed again: "Zhao... the key!"

Putting down the knife, Yang Zhao untied his jacket, and opened the collar on his chest. A piece of jade pendant fell out. Next to the jade pendant was a small golden key.

Bringing the key over, Ling Qingyu held his little brother, looked for the lock, but couldn't find it, but the little brother started to grow up, opening the cage a little bit.

Ling Qingyu's face was a bit dark, and he raised his head and said to Yang Zhao: "Say! Have you ever shown it to others!"

Her voice was fierce, but Yang Zhao's face turned red, and he shook his head and said, "No."

After looking for sweat, the little brother had a pulse. Although the tenacity of gold was good, it was also stretched tightly, and the little brother was strangled into several segments before Ling Qingyu found the place.

As the buckle was untied and the chastity belt was taken off, Yang Zhao let out a contented ****, bent over to find her lips, and pressed her body down.

This kiss carried a grievance-like bite, which made my heart hurt, and Ling Qingyu honestly cooperated with him to take off his clothes.

As if there was no time for a year and a half, as if they were still together yesterday, they naturally mingled and sighed with happiness when their bodies were combined.

After not eating meat for a year and a half, Yang Zhao quickly vented. When he was about to fight again, Ling Qingyu saw the blood on his hands.

"Wait! You turn around for me." Ling Qingyu stopped Yang Zhao from asking for pleasure again, looked at the blood on his palm, and turned him over.

Yang Zhao did not take off his shirt, and several blood stains had already been printed on his back.

Ling Qingyu took off his shirt, and blood oozes from several places on the bandage wrapped around his upper body.

"It's almost better, it doesn't matter." Yang Zhao turned around and wanted to continue to press her down.

"Is that the eighty court staff?" Ling Qingyu asked after touching the blood stains with his fingers.

"Well, it's been two months, it's not in the way." Seeing her still looking at the wound, Yang Zhao simply helped her up and sat on him, and then said: "You know I am strong, and there is some pain. , I like it better."

When he said that, there was a different look on his face, and Ling Qingyu's face was a little red.

Yang Zhao simply lay down on his own so that all the scars were underneath, and then stood up, the little brother who grew up again began to say hello.

He now has a full face and beard covering the Qingjun's face, but he has another masculine taste, his body is stronger, and the faint **** smell lingers in his nose, like the highest level of ****, which is impulsive.

So Ling Qingyu became impulsive.

The result of the impulse was a sea of ​​blood on Yang Zhao's back. When the bandage was unwrapped and the **** flesh was seen, Ling Qingyu's heartache tears fell off.

"It hasn't been good for two months, your army doctor is a pig!" While finding the Jinchuang medicine produced by Shifang he brought with him, he cursed with tears.

"Well, consider changing one next time." Yang Zhao couldn't close his mouth with a smile.

After cleaning the wound and finding a new bandage, Ling Qingyu was familiar with applying medicine to him. The area of ​​his injury was actually very large, not only the entire back, but also his buttocks was so bad. Thinking that this man with such a serious injury, even riding out every day, Ling Qingyu patted his **** bitterly. He slapped his face and said, "I went running around after being hurt like this." Yang Zhao just turned his head to look back at her, with a happy smile on his face, even more stupid against the beard.

Ling Qingyu turned his head and asked, "You doctor should really change? Is there a daily change of your medicine?"

"I changed it myself."

"I changed it myself," Ling Qingyu was taken aback, then moved his head and asked: "I changed it by myself! It hurts my back, how can I change it by myself!"

Yang Zhao made a gesture of holding the medicine bottle on his back, Ling Qingyu's face suddenly became dark, so change it, no wonder you haven't been well in two months!

"You said, don't let others touch me." Yang Zhao's voice was low, with a hint of grievance.

Ling Qingyu was so angry that he sighed for a long while and said, "Don't remember such words at this time."

"I remember what you said." Yang Zhao said dullly, but you must have forgotten what I said.

I said that when I was **** with you! ! Continuing to move his head, Ling Qingyu said sternly: "Yang Zhao! You will remember that you are mine, and your body is mine too! Life and health must be the first priority at all times, don't you know!"

Yang Zhao only listened to the first half, and even Hu Zhuzi was laughing with joy, but the latter was ignored.

After the bandage was done, Ling Qingyu said disgustedly: "Hurry up and shave this beard, how come I look at it!" Such a man's face is crying, shy, and acting like a baby, I can't stand it anymore. There are wood!

After Yang Zhao was cleaned up, they left the big tent with Ling Qingyu like a jade tree in the wind. Han and He Li had already explained things clearly, and they were sitting outside the big tent drinking tea.

Yang Zhao was so refreshed, anyone who knew something about him looked at him with a look of contempt. This ignorant guy, don't do serious things, do this first!