Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

Aning thought that if there was a hole now, she would definitely jump in without hesitation, especially after hearing someone's laughter, she felt ashamed and annoyed.

His fair little face was suddenly covered with crimson, and he turned to face the man with a smile on his lips, furious.

"Ning Zhiyan, stop laughing."

Shouldn't we help her up first?

"Ahem, does it hurt from the fall?"

Hearing the angry voice of the little girl, Ning Zhiyan coughed and pulled the person up from the ground. After checking to make sure there was no injury, the curve of the corners of his mouth became smoother.

"No!" The little girl glared at the culprit who was still laughing. She was so angry that she actually had the nerve to ask.

She sat on the bed and turned her head away from him. From this angle, Ning Zhiyan could just see her white neck and the jade pendant that was as white as a crescent moon. The cloud patterns were numerous, obviously. It is very similar to the one on his waist.

Suddenly, a warm feeling surged into my chest, and my eyes flashed slightly when I thought of the token of love she just mentioned.

This silly girl, no woman would give a man a token of love, he should give it to her.

"Aning." He called her name softly.

"What are you doing?" Feeling the cold fragrance approaching from the other person's body, the little girl turned her head and came back to look at him, blinking gently with her beautiful almond eyes.

The man didn't speak. Under the dim candlelight, his light-colored pupils seemed to be soaked in spring water, rippling, and his crimson lips curled up.

He reached out and took her into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, and said in a soft voice: "What should I do? I really want to marry our Aning home now."

The young general's posture was upright and his chest was very broad. The little girl was quietly embraced by him, and was a little nervous at the sudden words.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she felt the warm heartbeat in her ears, and she was slightly stunned.

There was a faint smell of cedar in her nose, which was the smell of him. The little girl's face suddenly turned red, and even her speech became stumbling: "Now, now? Is that too late? Is it too late?" "

"Huh?" Ning Zhiyan paused for a few seconds and was quiet for a while before he realized that the little girl had misinterpreted what he meant.

With a smile in his eyes, he said, "I can't wait."

His light voice was heard above her head, very low. At this moment, Aning felt her heart beat suddenly faster. She quietly took a deep breath, and her eyes suddenly turned to the slightly dancing candlelight not far away.

Her fingertips tightly twisted the corner of the quilt, preparing herself for the mental struggle in her heart. She slightly raised her head and pressed her soft lips against the smooth mandibular edge of the young general.

Like a dragonfly touching the water, it soon left.

She broke away from his arms and put some distance between the two of them. She stared at him with clear eyes, and the only sound in the air was his long and distant breathing.

"Ning Zhiyan, I will only be your wife in this life."

Ning Zhiyan's eyes flickered, his breathing suddenly became heavier, his fair and smooth ears turned crimson, and there was a faint light and shadow between his eyebrows. He smiled slightly and said in a clear voice: "I know."

"Don't believe it, I'm serious."

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Drowsiness came over her head, and the little girl fell asleep after talking for a while. She didn't sleep particularly peacefully, her slender eyebrows were drawn together, and she was still holding the corner of his clothes tightly in her hands.

Ning Zhiyan raised his hand to brush the broken hair on her forehead, with clear eyes, he turned his hand and gently pinched the fair and shiny earlobe, murmuring in a low voice, with endless tenderness flowing in his eyes: "Wait until I come back. .”

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When he sent the person back to the Duke's Mansion, the sky was already whitening, and he would be leaving if he stayed a little longer. After taking a deep look at the sleeping girl, Ning Zhiyan left her boudoir.

The sunrise brings day, the drifting clouds slowly move, and the sun shines brightly.

Agarwood gave off bursts of fragrance. Under the gauze tent, the woman's beautiful eyebrows were lightly frowned. Her complexion was white and greasy, and her thick eyelashes were trembling. She slowly opened her eyes. The scene that caught her eyes was extremely familiar. After being in a daze for a while, she suddenly stood up. When did you come back?

Seeing the bright sun shining brightly outside, she felt a "click" in her heart. She lifted the quilt and hurriedly called the maid outside to ask if the army leaving the fortress had set off.

The one who went on the expedition this time was Ning Zhiyan, the only son of General Ning. The Ning family had been in the army for generations, protecting their family and country. Their ancestors' military exploits were even more outstanding, and they were heroes in the eyes of the people.

The battle situation outside the Great Wall was extremely dangerous, and life and death were unpredictable. On the day of departure, the whole city prayed and made wishes for General Ning and his soldiers at the city gate. The scene was huge and spectacular.

When Aning arrived, firecrackers were blasting, red flags were waving, and the soldiers were all majestic. Until the horn sounded, they began to move slowly away from the city gate.

Aning ran to the city gate out of breath. The army in front of her was getting further and further away. She was still a step too late. Although she said goodbye last night, she still couldn't help but feel sad.

Tears overflowed from her eyes. She squatted on the ground and buried her face in her knees, her shoulders shaking.

"Aning."

A familiar voice broke into his ears without warning. Aning suddenly raised his head and was surprised by the young general in black clothes and soft armor on a horse in front of him. There were tears on his thick eyelashes ready to fall.

The young man's eyebrows were clear and clear, and his facial contours were extremely good. He jumped off the horse and ran towards her. He hugged the little girl in front of him tightly, as if he wanted to embed her into his body.

I only heard the man say helplessly: "Didn't you say you can't cry?"

Faced with the sudden appearance of the young general, Aning was stunned for a moment, but the sonorous and powerful heartbeat really rang in his ears.

She gently clasped his tight arms with her fingers, her face so white that it felt uncomfortable to rest on the hard soft armor. She tilted her head slightly, revealing a small part of her bright side face.

There was a slight tremor in his voice: "Why are you back again?"

Ning Zhiyan stared at her calmly, his thin lips curved into a beautiful arc, his high ponytail was raised by the wind, and his voice was clear:

"If I don't come back, someone's eyes will be swollen from crying."

Aning pinched the boy's arm gently, pretended to break away from his arms, and said coquettishly: "I didn't."

Ning Zhiyan smiled lightly, the broken hair on her forehead covered her browbones, her eyes were gentle and tender, and her long black eyelashes swept across her cheeks.

The warm breath fell lightly on her ears, "Don't move, let me hold you again, the time is coming..."

She nodded stiffly, reached out and hugged him back tightly, her tone full of deep reluctance and attachment: "If you come back safely, I will wait for you."

"Well, I will come back and marry you."

...

In the blink of an eye, more than half a year had passed since Ning Zhiyan led his troops on the expedition. At first, the two of them had close correspondence, but then gradually he replied less and less, and then he only replied to one letter in a month.

Although the little girl is a little depressed, she also knows that there are many dangers on the battlefield, and her life may be lost if she is not careful. In such a dangerous and harsh environment, he can still write a letter to her every month, which is already his best. Limit.

It's just that she hasn't received a letter from him in the past month, which makes her very worried. She also has nightmares at night and feels vaguely uneasy in her heart.

This feeling lasted for more than half a month, until the news of the border crossing came back, which confirmed her uneasiness.

As soon as the news came out that General Ning was seriously injured and unfortunately killed in action, the whole country mourned.