The Honor of the Red Chamber

When he saw Jia Rong, Xue Pan hadn't reacted yet, he was just like seeing his own father, with a bruised nose and swollen face, showing a happy expression, and he was about to lean over, but Liu Xianglian sensed that something was wrong. How could he be alone here and be wary of them?He grabbed Xue Pan by the back collar and smiled at Jia Rong, "I'll send him to the inn in the town first, and then I have something to ask Brother Jia, I wonder if Brother Jia is still here?"

Jia Rong's eyes flickered, and then her breath was much gentler, she nodded with a smile, "I have official business, so I can't accompany you two, I hope Brother Liu and Uncle Xue will forgive me."

Xue Pan wanted to say more, but Liu Xianglian hurriedly dragged him away, and he couldn't help muttering in his heart that Jia Rong was unkind, and he didn't use his general prestige to help him, and he didn't even show his face, but Liu Xianglian was a good person to the end , Don't worry about helping him re-employ a group of reliable people, and also helping him get back the stolen goods, which shows that this relative is not as good as a friend.

Not to mention that after Xue Pan returned to Beijing, he complained to Jia's mansion with fuel and vinegar, which made Mrs. Wang and others very dissatisfied, and his communication with Dong's mansion also slowed down. He said that Liu Xianglian sent Xue Pan away, and he was relieved before going to the Jia mansion. Looking for Jia Rong, it was getting late, but Jia Rong was waiting in the same place. Liu Xianglian knew that behind the hillside was the camp where the army was stationed. She was on her way back to the court day and night, but was delayed by some things on the way.

Just half a month before they came, Shui Mu and Jia Rong had been assassinated sixteen times. Three days before Liu Xianglian saw Jia Rong, there was another wave of assassinations. They happened to be together. Jia Rong blocked the sword and was stabbed in the arm. From Shui Mu's point of view, it was nothing more than a fart injury. He continued to drink and eat meat in big bowls, but Jia Rong regarded Shui Mu as a fragile doll, and made a fuss about every move. He waited on him every day, and even put on his clothes without using human hands, which made Shui Mu dumbfounded and moved.

They all knew who sent the killer, but they couldn't move for the time being, so Jia Rong was full of anger and had nowhere to vent, so she angered the surrounding cottage robbers and green forest bandits, and led troops to exterminate them everywhere. Xiao Kui was the last of the bereaved dogs, and the timing of the two of them appearing here was not good, no wonder Jia Rong was very unfriendly at the time.

Liu Xianglian entered the camp area and observed it without any trace. Although she felt that it didn't fit Shui Mu's usual loose and rough style, not far away were flags fluttering, dark shadows were dense, and groups of soldiers patrolling nearby passed by quietly. Silently, very rigorous and orderly, I was secretly amazed in my heart, and made up my mind to report everything I saw.

He saw Shui Mu in an ordinary tent with a general's flag planted in front of a gate in the camp area. He saw someone leisurely leaning on a couch covered with tiger skin, with a ruddy face, a silk inner garment, and a loose armor. Looking at it, the white cloth hangs his arms, chewing the fruit he doesn't know where he bought, he is so relieved, he can't help but be dumbfounded-this is not called a arduous war, people who don't know, think that Shui Mu is here for vacation! !

Shui Mu raised his eyes to see Liu Xianglian, raised his eyebrows, and mocked, "Hey, which gust of wind brought you, the head of the dark guard, here? Rare visitors, didn't I take the booklet and return to Beijing this month?" ? Brother Huang is not at ease in such a short time?"

Jia Rong, who was following Liu Xianglian, stepped forward early, half-kneeled on the couch, stretched out her hands to wrap his open collar, and tied the cotton armor carefully for him, while twisting her thick eyebrows and said displeasedly, "Brother Liu is I came here by the emperor's order, you and I should take it seriously, how can you speak like this? Besides, you think the iron armor is in the way, and the cotton armor can't be put on perfunctorily. You are afraid that they won't come to sneak attack, so you don't want me to feel at ease. no?"

Shui Mu rolled his eyes in a very dispirited manner, and said uncomfortably, "Come on, you are almost as long-winded as Nanny! What are you worried about, I don't know which little bastard cleaned the ground, it's not clean, my I stepped on something, slipped my foot, didn't pay attention and fell to your side, and then I got a little injury, I know your ability, you also know mine, a few assassins, why have you ever paid attention to it? inside!"

As he spoke, his face was full of contempt and pride. Jia Rong would not argue with him, but just smiled tolerantly. Although he knew how clean the ground was that night and how ruthless those assassins were, Shui Mu would not have said so. He seemed comfortable, and he would not expose it.

Liu Xianglian stared blankly at the tacit and tacit interaction between the two, which was clearly full of ambiguity, and suddenly remembered the woman in the palace who was eagerly looking forward to it...

He suddenly felt a chill rushing up from the tailbone, and overturned his previous considerations very seriously-everything that happened here must not be reported upwards! !

In front of the two of them, Liu Xianglian relayed the dictation of the sage. The two of them were as bright as a mirror, and they understood the emperor's scruples. To put it bluntly, he turned his head and took out a stack of paper letters and threw them into Liu Xianglian's arms. Without raising his head, he ordered Liu Xianglian to prepare a tent, and was led down, and the little soldier who served Shui Mu took the knife. Come wash with hot water.

Shui Mu was lying on the couch, his face was very lazy, his star eyes were half closed, and his eyes followed Jia Rong without expression, letting Jia Rong wash his mouth, wash his face and wipe his hands as if he was taking care of a child, and then washed him with hot water. After soaking the feet, wiping them clean, stuffing the person into the thick quilt, twisting a hot towel, taking off the Shuimu belt, and then going to wipe the place, he did this routine like flowing water, extremely familiar, but not from the beginning. It started with Shui Mu's injury, but it started from the first night of camping. Jia Rong went to find Shui Mu, and when he bumped into a knife to serve Shui Mu, his face turned black at that time. And sweet personal work.

It was not the first time that Jia Rong had done this. Occasionally, the two of them rolled onto the bed after rubbing against each other. They were evenly matched again, so they enjoyed themselves on the bed, but their relationship got better and better.

It's just that since they were repeatedly attacked by assassins on the way back, the two of them had become more vigilant. Most of the night they took turns on duty, and they didn't feel at ease handing everything over to the patrolling soldiers. However, Jia Rong is also like facing a big enemy, serving her more intimately than the most dedicated maid, without distracting thoughts, Jia Rong vented her anger on others, and dealt with the hapless bandits all the way. After such hard work, there has never been a skin-to-skin date His behavior made Shui Mu gnash his teeth, every day was covered with dark clouds, and his mood was not comfortable every day, and none of the generals under his command who usually did not joke around dared to approach him.

At this time, Jia Rong was concentrating on scrubbing Shui Mu. As soon as her hand reached into Shui Mu's small coat, she touched a thick, long iron jade stem, which was hot and trembling slightly. She was taken aback, looked at Shui Mu, but saw Shui Mu pursed her lips, gave him a provocative sideways glance, and deliberately straightened her waist. The object rubbed back and forth against Jia Rong's hand, and Shui Mu sighed comfortably.

Jia Rong pursed her lips, stared deeply at Shui Mu, and when Shui Mu thought he would have a sudden attack, she continued to do what she had just done, untied Shui Mu's belt, and pulled off the little clothes , put a hot towel on the jade stem, wipe it from the root, and then gradually turn to the double balls underneath, gently twisting gently and slowly, Jia Rong's movements are not light, Shui Mu snorted, some pain, However, the pain was mixed with a strange feeling, and I gradually felt that in the monotonous wiping action, there seemed to be a trace of teasing...

Those who provoke first are always impatient, and the fruits of victory in the end are often cheaper for others. Shui Mu on the battlefield will never make such mistakes, but the contest on the bed is always hot-headed, and he does it desperately , and completely suffered, so every time he was slightly inferior, until he finally led the triumphant army back to the capital a few years ago, but he failed to actually overwhelm the opponent even once.