Syndicate Growth Manual

"General Huwei?" Zhao Yuan looked down at his will with a strange expression, "Is there really such a title?"

Wei Hong patted him on the shoulder and laughed loudly: "Isn't this name prestige? You are so lucky!"

Zhao Yuan almost slapped him on the ground, quickly dodged, rubbing his shoulders with his teeth bared.He pondered in his heart, the title of General Huwei seems to have been known to Zhao Yun before!so excited!

Wu Sheng felt emotional: "This child is very calm, I think I was promoted to a centurion before, but I was so drunk that I passed out!"

Zhao Chen sat aside and couldn't help smiling when he heard this.Others couldn't tell, but he could tell that the kid in his family had been rolling in his heart for a long time, and he still had to put on a show on his face.

Zhao Yuan is not just pretending.

He made up his mind to frame this scroll of jade and take it with him wherever he went!

Wei Jie booed and asked for a drink, but Zhao Chen shook his head and said, "You guys are still making trouble together. The general's name sounds nice, but it's not really a serious general... If you really want to say, the treatment is not good. Equivalent to the Commander-in-Chief."

Zhao Yuan had a lot of problems with his father's disappointing words, so he squinted at him and whispered, "The commander is not bad, we can only be the centurion in the past!"

In the military camp, meritorious deeds were rewarded, and everyone had a bowl of roasted pork and a bowl of chicken crowing wine that night.Zhao Yuan also had his own team, which belonged to the cavalry battalion, but out of consideration of Zhao Yuan's age and experience and the number of cavalry, Zhao Chen decided to allocate only 400 to him, and based on military merit, he appointed Ju He and Wu Heng as the left and right lieutenants. Cui Ming and Zhao Dasheng, the centurion commanders, each led a team of 50 people. Zhengyang Huaixi was Zhao Yuan's personal soldier and led the army commander Lumi.

Zhao Yuan, perhaps because he came from grass roots in his previous life, even though he has been a nobleman's son for 11 years, he can't hide his informal temperament, which can only be fully displayed in the military camp.Regardless of how many levels he has been promoted in a row, there are not many jealous people in the camp, and they all stepped forward to toast.If he didn't still care about his status as the general's son, he must be put down!

Zhengyang Huaixi helped Zhao Yuan back to the tent of the Chinese Army, seeing that his face was flushed and drunk unconscious, the two of them fetched a bucket of water and planned to take a bath for him.

"What are you doing?"

Zheng Yang looked back profusely in sweat, and saw Zhao Chen frowning and looking at them with displeasure.

"I, we are undressing Da Lang..." He stammered and explained.

Zhao Chen raised his hand impatiently: "Get out!"

Zhengyang was about to say something, but Huaixi tugged him, and carefully let Zhao Yuan lie on the lichen, and then the two gave Zhao Chen a military salute, and hurriedly escaped from the tent.

"What are we doing out here!" Zheng Yang asked his companion displeasedly, "Da Lang is so drunk, you can't let Lang Jun serve him?"

Huai Xi rolled her eyes and dragged him to the big tent.

"You still don't admit that you are stupid, Mr. Lang doesn't want us to bathe Da Lang... Hey, Da Lang is so old, who would like to let a man bathe... let's go..."

The footsteps of the two gradually moved away.

Zhao Chen glared at his son lying on the ground gloomily, then turned around and walked to the edge of the felt curtain of the tent, and said to the outside: "There is no need to watch the night tonight, you go and have fun!"

There were two acknowledgments from outside, and then it was completely quiet.

Zhao Yuan was still dreaming that he was drinking by himself at the moment, he turned over with a smirk, and lay on the ground with his buttocks pouted.After it was over, I still hated the roughness of the ground and cursed.However, a certain father is now at such a stage: long-term abstinence to find a partner for liberation = itching is unbearable.Seeing Zhao Yuan's posture, although he was still very upset, his lower body stiffened uncooperatively.

"Little bastard!" Zhao Chen cursed in a low voice, stepped forward and picked up his son, stripped him naked and threw him into the barrel.

The wooden barrel was filled with steaming hot water. As soon as Zhao Yuan fell into it, he snorted and sucked in a few sips of water, half awake from the drunken fright!

"Cough cough cough... who, who!" Zhao Yuan touched the edge of the bucket in a daze and grabbed it, squinting his eyes and looking around, "Who threw the young master into the river! Stand up and spare... you die! Don't stand up Little, be careful, the long spear... picked you into a string! String——!!!"

Zhao Chen took off his armor and battle robe slowly beside him, then wore obscene trousers to expose his tendons, scooped a spoonful of cool water with a gourd ladle, and poured it on Zhao Yuan's head.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

He looked up at Zhao Chen in a daze, and asked in a daze, "Father, why are you standing here?"

Zhao Chen sneered: "Take a bath!" Then he leaned on the rim of the barrel and turned into the wooden barrel.

The water in the barrel suddenly overflowed and flowed out with a splash.Zhao Yuan tried his best to grab the rim of the barrel, and looked at him with a blank face with his mouth open.What kind of anger is his father getting at?He just remembered that he was drinking with his comrades, and when he finished, he opened his eyes and was in the bucket.

Zhao Chen became angry when he saw his son's ignorance.In fact, he was also surprised by himself. He didn't realize that he was possessive of his son at all, because his son had been with him since he was a child.Take bathing for example. When Anu was very young, he used a wooden basin alone. He washed his son first, and then let his son play in the basin by himself. He took a bath in the wooden barrel opposite the basin.When Anu grew up, the father and son were basically in the same bucket, and there were never outsiders.

If it were changed to the original, Zhengyang and the others wanted to bathe Anu, maybe he agreed, but today he couldn't bear it no matter what.He couldn't see other people touching Anu's body without getting angry.

Anu, it's still too young.

"Don't get drunk next time!" He said to Zhao Yuan in an orderly tone.

Zhao Yuan looked at him, and said "oh" in a daze for a long while.

Zhao Chen sighed, and leaned over to undo his bun and wash his hair.Zhao Yuan immediately stretched his head obediently and cooperatively, squinting his eyes and taking a nap.

Although Zhao Yuan didn't know it, he was actually very similar to his own mother, with a head of black and fine hair with distinct roots, which felt like silk and satin.When Zhao Chen poured the bath bean foam off his head with a gourd ladle, his eyes were involuntarily drawn to his back exposed in front of his eyes. It was because of the black hair that his neck and back appeared as white as snow.

Zhao Chen sighed deeply in his heart, finally couldn't hold back, leaned over and kissed the back of Zhao Yuan's neck.

"Ah..." Zhao Yuan trembled and almost fell into the water.

A certain father watched him turn red all the way from his neck to his back, and couldn't help but smile, and put his washed hair in a bun on the top of his hair.

Zhao Yuan felt hot all over, raised his body and swayed, looked at a certain father and said, "Why are you kissing me..."

What are you doing?

Zhao Chen raised his eyebrows, stretched out his arms, took the boy onto his lap, pressed his neck with his big hand, and gnawed on it.Zhao Yuan stretched out his hand and hugged his father's shoulders. He didn't know if he took a sip of wine to strengthen his courage. He opened his mouth and bit it, gnawing the saliva on a certain father's face like a tiger cub.

"Okay, okay..." Zhao Chen squeezed Zhao Yuan's chin a little bit, and then looked at him helplessly, "Be gentle, this is not edible meat!" He gently kissed Zhao Yuan's small mouth , The two tongues quickly entangled together, and there was an ambiguous and sticky sound of water stains between the entanglements.

Zhao Yuan felt dizzy. From his tongue to his whole body, he kissed hotter and hotter. His entire slender upper body and Zhao Chen's strong upper body were tightly fitted together, and he straddled Zhao Chen's waist. The places where the two looked up were also crowded together, as if they could feel each other's heat and blood.He moved his hips back and forth subconsciously, his eyes kept rising with pleasure, and he closed them unconsciously, with water dripping from the corners of his eyes, and a vague nasal voice could not stop overflowing in the gaps between the constant exchange of angles and kisses.

Zhao Chen opened his eyes and looked at his son's slender eyelashes at a very close distance, and they touched each other's noses, feeling an extreme intimacy.

Suddenly I couldn't control it.

"Anu..." He moved his lips, panted heavily and held Zhao Yuan's face, "Take off my pants."

Zhao Yuan was blushing all over his face, and looked at the adult man in front of him with misty eyes.He only hesitated for a moment, then slid down and knelt down to the bottom of the barrel, and reached out to untie the thin straps on Zhao Chen's obscene trousers.

Zhao Chen's obscene trousers were completely soaked, and the thin white silk became translucent, clinging to his crotch like a second skin, so that part was exposed without reservation.

When he met the young man's gaze, he gave an encouraging look, and lightly palmed the back of the other's head with his big hand.Both of them stood up slowly, showing above the water.

"Anu," his voice was deep and hoarse, full of longing, "Father will definitely watch over you until you grow up...but now, listen to me, okay?"

Zhao Yuan looked at him panting, as if hypnotized, and nodded.Slowly follow the force exerted on the back of the head, and bend down.When it was all over, before Zhao Chen could stop it, Mouyuan gurgled foolishly——swallowed it.

Zhao Chen's chest muscles rose and fell, and the aftertaste did not dissipate.When he saw this scene, the corner of his mouth twitched, he quickly grabbed his son and pinched his mouth, saying, "Spit it out quickly! Hurry up!"

Zhao Yuan Gululu scooped up a ladle of water and rinsed his mouth, then put his hips on his hips and lifted the little bird: "I, I'm sober! Father took advantage of my drunkenness to do bad things! I, I'm very angry! I want to make up for it!"

Then pouted for a kiss.

"..."

Zhao Chen struggled for a long time, but still covered his son's small mouth with his big palm and pushed, refusing to kiss him.

"Also, let's rinse your mouth again..."

Zhao Yuan stared at him with wide eyes and hurt: "Father, as the saying goes, you don't think it smells bad, but you don't like your own things?!" After finishing speaking, he got out of the barrel and lay down on the lichen naked. , began to roll, and howled at the top of his throat, "My little bird is not over yet, I can't live this life——"

Zhao Chen: "..."

The romantic past is the harsh reality.