I love the harem with my sweet mouth

As soon as the Lantern Festival was over, Zhou Yanzong sent his troops southward, as if entering a land without people. It was only March now, and the army had already reached the border of Youzhou, which is the closest to the capital.

Today's capital can be described as besieged on all sides, like a trapped animal.

Zhou Yanzong ordered to rest outside Youzhou City for a few days, and then took the capital in one go and regained the throne.

The spring night was cool, and the ink-like night sky was full of stars. After discussing the battle plan with Qi Meng and the others, Zhou Yanzong and Qi Meng went back to the residence, and saw the dim light in the tent from a distance. The corner hooked up.

At first, he wanted to put Han Qingyang in Yongzhou. After all, the march was hard, and he couldn't bear to let him suffer along with him. However, Han Qingyang didn't agree, shed tears in front of him, and tied him to the bed.

He threatened him very childishly, "If you don't agree to bring me with you, I will let you die on this couch today."

He really did what he said, but in the end he lost all strength, and lay on his body softly with tears hanging from the corners of his eyes. How could Zhou Yanzong refuse to agree, so he followed him all the way to Youzhou.

With a beautiful woman by my side, I don't even feel the hardship of the journey.

When Zhou Yanzong opened the tent and went in, Han Qingyang had just finished taking a shower and was wiping his hair with a towel. He was only wearing obscene clothes and trousers, which outlined his looming figure.

"I'm home?"

Han Qingyang hurriedly greeted him.

Zhou Yanzong's throat tightened, he stretched out his hand and pulled him into his arms, kissing his lips impatiently.

Han Qingyang put his hands on his shoulders and pushed him away.

"It smells all over."

Resentful, Zhou Yanzong raised his sleeve and smelled it, and it really smelled.

"Then I'll wash with your bath water, and you're not allowed to shirk after washing."

Han Qingyang glanced at him, and stepped forward to take off the armor on his body for him.I kept muttering in my heart, Zhou Yanzong seemed to have endless energy, rushing on the road during the day, and pestering him vigorously at night, unexpectedly he never got tired.

Zhou Yanzong took off his clothes in two or three strokes, revealing his strong body. After soaking in the hot water, he let out a comfortable "hmm" again, with a deep and magnetic voice, carrying an inexplicable allure.

Han Qingyang's face turned red immediately, "Do you want me to ask them to bring some more hot water?"

Zhou Yanzong shook his head.

"No, it's spring now and it's not a problem. Besides, I'm hot. I used to bathe in cold water even in winter. I'm no more afraid of the cold than Qing Yang."

He rested his arms on the edge of the tub, staring at Han Qingyang fixedly.

I saw Han Qingyang's jet-black hair hanging behind his back, making him look more and more slender and slender. Xu Shicai had taken a bath, his complexion was white and red, like an attractive fruit.

"Rub my back for me."

Han Qingyang let out a "hmm" and walked over.

The man's back was wide and thick, with tight muscles, covered with old and new scars. Han Qingyang wiped him carefully with a towel, and suddenly saw a butterfly-shaped mark in the middle of the lute bone, which was dark Red, with a dark brown liquid flowing inside.

Han Qingyang only thought it was because of the shadow of the lamp. After blinking his eyes, he wiped it with a towel again. When he looked closer, he only found a dark red mark. He shook his head mockingly, secretly thinking that he was thinking too much.

The warm breath brushed against the skin on his back, making Zhou Yanzong's whole body tense up.

"Qingyang, are you seducing me?"

Han Qingyang froze with his hand holding the handkerchief, and quickly shook his head in denial.

"I'm not, I'm not..."

......

When he regained consciousness again, Han Qingyang's lips were slightly parted, his face was still flushed, and his body seemed to be fished out of the water.

Zhou Yanzong lowered his head and kissed his round shoulder.

"Qing Yang, why have you become weaker recently?"

Han Qingyang just wanted to raise his hand and give him a slap, but right now he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers, so he just lay weakly in his arms.

Why is he so weak?

Doesn't he have any idea in his heart?

The instigator actually had the nerve to ask why?

Sensing that Zhou Yanzong's big hands were becoming dishonest again, Han Qingyang raised his eyelids, and gave him a hard look, "Zhou Yanzong, if you dare to touch me again, I'll show you to death."

Beads of sweat hung on his face, the hair on his sideburns was tightly attached to his cheeks, the corners of his eyes were red, and the eyes were full of water. He looked as if he had been wronged by the sky, which really made people feel distressed. .

Zhou Yanzong bowed his head and kissed him, coaxing him gently.

"Okay, I promise you that I will never touch you again tonight."

just tonight?

Han Qingyang had mixed emotions in his heart, and wanted to argue with him, but he lost half of his strength, and after resting for a while, he said, "Zhou Yanzong, look at how many injuries I have on my body, and how did they come about? ?”

Hearing this, Zhou Yanzong became interested and directly lifted the thin quilt covering Han Qingyang's body.

A beautiful body appeared before her eyes.

Han Qingyang was startled, and subconsciously curled up into a ball.

What he said just now was just an accusation, not for Zhou Yanzong to really check.

Zhou Yanzong's throat rolled, but he felt guilty after seeing the injuries on Han Qingyang's body.

Han Qingyang's skin was originally fair, and even a slight injury on his body was particularly obvious. Zhou Yanzong took a bottle of medicinal wine from the bedside, "Qingyang, good boy, you lie down, and I will rub the medicine on you for my husband."

Han Qingyang was exhausted, how could he win against Zhou Yanzong, in the end he only thought that the left and right belonged to old couples, and everyone who should have been seen had been seen, so why should he be shy, so he simply let Zhou Yanzong go as if he had resigned himself to his fate .

Zhou Yanzong poured the medicinal wine into his palm and wiped it evenly, then covered his bruises, and rubbed him gently with the strength of his palm.

"The injury on this knee was caused by you kneeling on the mattress last night, and I..."

Han Qingyang almost wanted to die.

"And the bruise on this waist, is it because I pinched too hard at that time? To blame can only be blamed on Qingyang's waist is too thin, I can pinch it with both hands..."

"And the injury on the back, it's not my fault, you asked me to hit it..."

Han Qingyang didn't want to hear him reminisce about the past anymore, so he just closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

After Zhou Yanzong put plaster on all the wounds on his body, he checked them carefully to make sure that there was nothing missing, and then hugged him and fell asleep.

"Qingyang, do you think you were transformed by those goblins in the drama? Otherwise, why every time at night, I can't help myself when I see you. I have never felt this way towards people before..."

Seeing that he was being more honest, Han Qingyang opened his eyes and complained in a low voice.

"Today's bath is a waste of time."

Now he's covered in slime all over his body.

Zhou Yanzong propped himself up again, "Why don't I take you to take a bath..." There were clusters of fire lights in his eyes, and Han Qingyang was so scared that he quickly dismissed this idea and got into the bed directly.

"I just took the medicine, let's wash it tomorrow."

Zhou Yanzong lay down a little bit disappointed.

......

The next day.

Three poles in the sun.

Qi Meng and Li Zhuang waited in the meeting hall for a long time but did not see Zhou Yanzong. They have followed Zhou Yanzong for so many years, and they have never seen him late. In the end, they couldn't wait, and they couldn't wait. In the end, they guessed punches, and the loser So I went to invite someone.

Qi Meng walked back and forth outside the tent several times.

He cleared his throat first, and after hesitating again and again, he asked in a low voice.

"Ninth Brother? Are you awake?"

Han Qingyang was about to be torn apart by Zhou Yanzong these days. If he had known this, he would have followed him back to Beijing without hesitation. He was sleeping soundly, and when he heard intermittent voices coming from outside, he felt noisy. Panicked, he turned over irritably, and bumped Zhou Yanzong beside him with his elbow.

"What's your name?"

After finishing speaking, he woke up suddenly again.He suddenly sat up from the bed, seeing Zhou Yanzong's eyes closed tightly, his complexion turned pale, his heart skipped a beat, he stretched out his hand and pushed him, "Zhou Yanzong?"

Zhou Yanzong only felt a severe headache, and he let out a "hmm" indiscriminately.

Han Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief, put his hand on his forehead to test the temperature, and then said to the outside: "Come in."

When Qi Meng came in, seeing Han Qingyang getting up to put on his clothes, he turned his back in fright. If Brother Ninth knew about this, he wouldn't be skinned.

"I didn't see it, I didn't see anything."

Han Qingyang said to him: "Qi Meng, you go and ask Hu Sheng to come, your general has a fever."

Qi Meng turned around again, walked a few steps to the bed, stared at Zhou Yanzong who was sleeping, looked and looked, and said with admiration: "The last time I saw Brother Jiu was sick was several years ago, that's good. How did you get sick?"

That's right, Zhou Yanzong's body has always been healthy and healthy, why did he get sick when he was healthy?

Han Qingyang's face became hot, and he urged: "Hurry up and call someone. Besides, if there is anything in the army, you and Li Zhuang should discuss it with you. If you really can't make up your mind, come and tell me."

Qi Meng hastily agreed, and went out to ask for a military doctor again.

Hu Sheng came quickly, felt Zhou Yanzong's pulse and prescribed some medicine.

After finishing all this, Han Qingyang pulled him out of the tent again, "Doctor Hu, what are you talking about Zhou Yanzong's illness this time?"

Hu Sheng didn't know why.

"Judging from the pulse condition, there is nothing serious about it, and it will recover after a few days of rest."

Han Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief, licked his lips, and asked again, "The cause? Could it be related to overwork?"

Hu Sheng didn't react.

"It's not impossible. After all, once a person is overworked, his body will inevitably become weaker."

Han Qingyang felt that this matter was very strange. After all, last night Zhou Yanzong was as vigorous as a calf, so why did he suddenly fall ill?He thought over and over again and asked with a blushing face: "Doctor Hu, do you think his illness is caused by overindulgence?"

This time Hu Sheng understood what he heard, he was shocked, he stroked his beard and pretended to be calm.

"What is the frequency of intercourse between the general and his wife?"

Han Qingyang's face was very hot.

"every day."

Hu Sheng lost strength in his hands, and pulled off a few beards, grinning in pain.

Before he could speak, Han Qingyang said in a low voice, "Twice or three times a day."

Hu Sheng suddenly realized, and laughed twice.

"That... Later I will prescribe two more doses of medicine to strengthen the foundation and cultivate the vitality. The general has been ill these days, and the madam has to bear with it a little bit, and don't have sex with the general, so as not to aggravate the condition."

Han Qingyang responded indiscriminately, and didn't realize the subtext of the words until he walked away.

He was never the one who took the initiative. It was obvious that Zhou Yanzong was coaxing him, and it was obvious that he was the one who was injured.

Those scars on his body are the proof.

real......

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