I love the harem with my sweet mouth

post station.

After the last ray of light in the sky was swallowed up by the darkness, Zhang Fengchun lit the lantern hanging on the porch, turned around and went back to the house. Just as he was about to close the door with his arms outstretched, he suddenly felt the vibration coming from under his feet.

He had stayed in the post station outside Yongzhou City for many years, so he knew that there must be a large number of people coming.

That's right, the drought in Yongzhou and Weizhou is serious now, and the people are in dire straits. Isn't the higher-ups going to send people to suppress it?He was not in a hurry to close the door, and stood guard outside the yard with his hands in his cuffs, looking into the dark night in the distance.

After a while, a group of people stopped in front of him.

The whole team was solemn and solemn, full of killing spirit.

"Quick, take out all your best food, and boil more hot water."

Before Zhang Fengchun could react, a piece of silver appeared in his arms, and a muscular man got off his horse and walked past him.

It was none other than Qi Meng who spoke.

With a frosty face, he led the horse and walked in. Seeing that the old man guarding the door did not move, he frowned and shouted: "What are you still doing?"

Zhang Fengchun ran to the kitchen in a hurry, and when he passed the steps in front of the door, he tripped and almost fell over.

"You don't need to bother so much, just have something warm to eat. You don't need to burn hot water."

The voice was clear and clean, unlike the man who spoke fiercely just now.Zhang Fengchun stopped, looked in Qi Meng's direction, and then at Han Qingyang, not knowing who to listen to.

Qi Meng strode over.

"Before I left, I promised Brother Jiu to take good care of you. If you were really tired and thin, Brother Jiu would have cramped my tendons and broken my bones. You see, everyone has not rested for five days. If you go directly to the border of Yongzhou, you will be able to reach Yongzhou city tomorrow, and you don't care about this night. Sister-in-law, don't you think so?"

Han Qingyang reached out and patted him on the shoulder twice.

"Shangao Emperor is far away, now you follow me, just listen to me. As for Zhou Yanzong, with me here, what are you afraid of?"

Qi Meng thought to himself that you two are fighting each other, so don't involve him, an outsider.He didn't dare to put himself in danger, and was about to persuade him again, but was pulled aside by Li Zhuang.

Han Qingyang waved to Zhang Fengchun.

"Go ahead, just get some simple food, and act fast."

Zhang Fengchun agreed, turned around and got into the kitchen.

While waiting to eat, Han Qingyang went to the room first.

Duofu went to the kitchen to fetch a basin of hot water and a clean towel.

After soaking the towel in water and wringing it dry, he carefully pasted it on Han Qingyang's underwear on the inside of Han Qingyang's thigh. After riding on horseback for several days, Han Qingyang's thigh had already been worn out, and the underwear was stuck to his bloody flesh .

After the underwear was wet, Han Qingyang gritted his teeth and took off the underwear to the bend of his legs.

Duofu cleaned the wound for him, sprinkled some hemostatic powder, and finally wrapped it with a cloth.

"Master, why are you doing this? It's already happened, so it doesn't make any difference if it's earlier or later."

Han Qingyang frowned with a serious expression.

"If we can arrive one day earlier, maybe we can save one more person. And we don't know what's going on in Yongzhou City yet, so how can I not be in a hurry?"

Duozi poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to him.

"Master, don't worry, look at the corners of your mouth are covered with blisters, if you turn around and lose your face, my uncle will dislike you."

Han Qingyang raised his brows.

"He dares!"

If he dared, he would kill him.

Duozi and Duofu covered their mouths and laughed.

A few days ago, he was busy on the road, traveling day and night, but he didn't think it was a big deal, but now he suddenly heard Duozi mention Zhou Yanzong, Han Qingyang felt uncomfortable.

He sighed heavily.

This is the first time the two have been separated for such a long time since they were together.

Miss like a disease.

Nothing more than that.

......

In the hall outside, a group of people sat around the Eight Immortals table.

Du Ziteng touched Qi Meng's side.

"General Qi, I really can't see that the general's wife is so weak and weak, but she still has such perseverance. It's hard for us people to go on the road for five days, but he persisted, and he didn't even groan. Hum."

He clicked his tongue and gave a thumbs up, "Why do you think I have no brains, why offend him so much."

Qi Meng gave him a sympathetic look.

"Old Du, you still have to sharpen your eyes when looking at people in the future. Don't you think about it, can it be ordinary people who can coax our Ninth Brother into obedience?"

Du Ziteng was very annoyed.

"General Qi, why don't you turn around and help your brother speak a few words in front of the general's wife."

Qi Meng generously agreed.

"It's all about being polite to my brothers."

While talking, the dinner was ready, and as soon as Zhang Fengchun came in with the tray, the room was filled with a strong and delicious smell.

Qi Meng patted his thigh.

"Good guy, it's actually mutton soup."

Zhang Fengchun smiled and said: "Right now there is a famine everywhere, please be more tolerant of the officials, the greetings are not good, the greetings are not good." He nodded and bowed repeatedly, for fear that these people would smash his post if they were unhappy.

Qi Meng soaked naan cakes and drank a large bowl.

"It's a pleasure. It would be better if there was some wine."

As soon as the words fell, everyone paused, and looked at Han Qingyang who was sitting aside intentionally or unintentionally.

Han Qingyang ate very elegantly. He tore the naan bread into small pieces and soaked them in the mutton soup.

"Drink as much as you want, just don't drink too much and cause trouble, otherwise you will be punished severely."

Everyone laughed.

"Thank you sister-in-law."

"Thank you ma'am."

Han Qingyang's face became hot, and he gave Qi Meng a stare.

These people are really, they made him look like a tiger. He was on his way a few days ago. Who didn't have to drink two sips of strong wine to resist the severe cold? Did he say anything at that time?No, he didn't say anything, but now he's putting on airs to get his idea.

Qi Meng beckoned to Zhang Fengchun and took two jars of burning knives.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere became lively, punching punches, talking talk.

Duozi snorted, "Master, you don't care about them, look what they are like now?"

Han Qingyang glanced at Qi Meng, who had one leg resting on the bench and was following others, punching at the throat.

"If you want to control you, I can't control it."

After speaking, he waved to Zhang Fengchun who was standing by.

Zhang Fengchun hastily walked over, before, he only knew that the leader was a thin man, but now under the candlelight, he could clearly see that he was a young man with a beautiful face.

The man has an unusually handsome face. He is wearing a black robe, and the belt around his waist draws out his slender waist, making his figure more and more tall and straight, like a pine and a cypress.

Seeing that he was a little nervous, Han Qingyang slowed down his voice.

"You don't have to be nervous, we are from Yizhou."

Zhang Fengchun looked at him in surprise, his expression was a little excited, "Are you from General Zhou?"

Han Qingyang nodded.

"I called you here to ask you about the situation in Yongzhou City."

Zhang Fengchun sighed and told the general situation in the city.

Han Qingyang listened carefully and nodded occasionally.

"The magistrate of Yongzhou?"

Zhang Fengchun looked troubled.

Han Qingyang smiled and said: "It's okay if you don't want to talk about it. When I enter the city tomorrow, I will ask some common people and I will know everything."

Zhang Fengchun hurriedly said that he didn't dare.

"In order to please the emperor, Lu Shijie, the magistrate of Yongzhou, not only did not provide disaster relief and rescue the people, but took the opportunity to amass wealth. Now in Yongzhou city, the price of rice and grain is frighteningly high. Five liang of silver is a stone, and there is no market for it. People with money can still support themselves, but the poor are almost at the point of selling their sons and daughters."

Han Qingyang was so angry that he slapped the table with his palm.

Everyone suddenly became quiet, and Qiqi looked over.

Qi Meng poured a bowl of wine and came over, "Sister-in-law, you can beat and swear at others when you are angry, but don't hurt yourself. Look at your white and tender hands, if you hurt somewhere, turn around to Brother Jiu ..."

Han Qingyang snatched the wine from his bowl, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

Qi Meng wanted to brag to Han Qingyang like a dog's leg, but was glared at by Duozi, and then shrank his head and hid.

Han Qingyang got up and left.

"Everyone rest early at night, there is still a tough battle waiting for us in Yongzhou City!"

......

At dawn, Zhou Yanzong led his troops to a surprise attack, and the enemy who was killed was caught off guard and ran away with their heads in their hands.

When everyone returned with a full load, the sun had just risen.

Zhou Yanzong bent down and entered the tent, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

He folded his clothes and lay on the bed. On the inside were the obscene clothes and trousers that Han Qingyang usually wears, which were neatly folded.He stretched out his hand to touch it, and the corners of his lips raised up unconsciously.

Yizhou is only more than ten days away from Yongzhou, and Han Qingyang must have already walked halfway by now.

He turned over and took the clothes to his nose to smell them. The sweet scent of Han Qingyang's body still remained on the clothes.

However, in five days, he had already fought several battles, and drove those people who were just about to move to a place dozens of miles away from the border. The thoughtful people are frightened, so that they can learn to behave better in the future.

He closed his eyes, closed his eyes and meditated, his mind was groggy.

Sometimes it was fighting on the battlefield, and sometimes it was fighting with Han Qingyang on the bed. Most of the time, Han Qingyang smiled at him, cried at him, and acted like a baby to him.

After a long time, he still didn't feel sleepy, so he sat up from the bed suddenly.

"Come on!"

A lieutenant general in armor walked in, "What orders does the general have?"

Zhou Yanzong said in a deep voice, "Go get the pigeon."

The deputy general agreed and went out, but he was muttering in his heart, he has won several battles now, what do you need pigeons for?

Zhou Yanzong went to the desk and sat down, picked up the brush.

I have been picking up the pen for a long time without thinking about what to write. I was biting the tip of the pen and thinking hard, when the young lieutenant sent the pigeon, and happened to see this scene, he asked curiously, "General, what are you writing? "

"Family letter!"

Zhou Yanzong stared at the blank paper without even raising his head.

The young lieutenant grumbled.

"I see that other people write family letters very smoothly, without any pauses in the middle, but the general..."

Zhou Yanzong regained his spirits immediately.

"You said other people wrote letters home, what did they write?"

The young lieutenant general is not yet married, but he has also read family letters written by other people.

"It's nothing more than saying hello one by one, expressing lovesickness and so on."

Zhou Yanzong smiled and waved his hand.

"You go down first."

Then he wrote a letter home, carefully rolled it up and stuffed it into the small bamboo tube tied to the pigeon's leg, and went outside the tent himself to release the pigeon.

It wasn't until the figure of the pigeon disappeared under the tile-blue sky that he turned back to sleep in the tent.

The author has something to say: Zhou. Forgot to write while writing. Yanzong: On the nth day when my wife is not around, I miss him. . . .