major general

The sky is already completely dark, the flowers of this season are blooming well, and the whole yard is full of bright colors, and I feel a little happy when I look at it.

Fu Xiaoyu entered the courtyard and looked down at the flowers.The flower was nothing special, it was just an ordinary orchid, with luxuriant branches and a bud, and it could already smell a little fragrance.

This flower was seen by Wen Le and Zhou Chong when they were hunting, and they thought it was the lotus petal orchid, wrapped in a handkerchief, and carefully took it out of the hunting ground.

Fu Xiaoyu still remembered that bloody face, smiling shyly, and her handkerchief was clean, not stained with any blood.

It seems that the handkerchief is not the orchid that the boy dug out, but his sincere heart.

"It's been raining for the past few days, send someone to watch carefully, don't get drenched." Fu Xiaoyu ordered.

The little servant turned his head to serve him, and quickly lowered his head to agree, seeing the boots embroidered with gold thread away from him, he was relieved, put the orchid in the flower pot, and hugged it away from the flower bed.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Ma Cheng, and the servant quickly backed away and said, "Mr. Ma, take care."

Ma Cheng nodded and said, "There is no one left in the yard today, you should rest earlier."

The servant looked up at him, and asked, "Will one stay? If the master wants someone to serve him, then..."

Ma Cheng frowned, as if a little impatient, and said: "Sizhu and I will keep waiting, go out quickly, if you offend the master, be careful not to be sold out. The young general is young and kind-hearted, our master is not Such a friendly person."

The boy was too frightened by his words to ask any more questions, so he called out to the familiar maids and boys, and went out of the yard together, not daring to stay behind.

Standing at the gate of the yard, Ma Cheng took out a pack of dry salted salted duck from his pocket, tore off the meat of the dried salted duck, sucking the salty smell one by one.

Sizhu came back with a pile of joss paper money and gave it to Zilin. She passed the garden and saw Ma Cheng standing at the gate of the courtyard.

"Come over for a drink?"

The bathroom was warm, and Fu Xiaoyu hung his rain-soaked coat on the screen.

He didn't rush to call Wenle's name, he took off his outer boots and walked towards the bathroom step by step with a pair of snow socks.

I don't know how many times the hot water has been supplied inside, the whole room is foggy with water vapor, and I can't see people clearly.There were only a few red candles that could be seen. On the table, a lot of candle tears had accumulated.

"Why don't you speak up?"

Wen Le, who was sitting in the bathtub, had her face flushed red from the steam, and when she heard this, she folded her arms, showing the armbands, and said, "Didn't you say nothing?"

Fu Xiaoyu chuckled, and in front of Wen Le, unbuttoned her clothes little by little.

From the belt to the double-breasted gown, to the final obscene garment.

The body that I am used to seeing on weekdays is now stained with a strange warm color for some reason.

Wen Le never learned to be shy, but today he dared not look up at him, and lowered his head to look at the water in the tub.

The calm water surface was broken, and Fu Xiaoyu got into the tub, trembling from the scalding water, and said with a smile: "Aren't you afraid that you are almost steamed?"

Wen Le glared at him, refused to answer a joke, and shrunk down step by step, his mouth was underwater, gurgling and spitting out a few bubbles.

Fu Xiaoyu didn't know what kind of anger he was, so he hugged him with his lips curled up.

It is said that the house is consummated today, but it is a rhetoric that hooks Wenle.

If he is unwilling, Fu Xiaoyu will not force him.

Fu Xiaoyu knows the way of being a wife better than those well-known virtuous wives in Jinlin.Before he got married, he had read all the "Women's Rings", "Women's Training" and "The Analects of Confucius" in Fu Che's room, and he was so serious that he seemed to use them as a school examination book next year.

Wen Le is usually hugged like this, so she knows how to sit on Fu Xiaoyu's lap.

Today, however, she was a little nervous, squatting beside Fu Xiaoyu's legs, refusing to move.

"What's the matter? Are you scared?" Fu Xiaoyu looked at Wen Le's face, and scraped his face with his fingers. The childishness when he went to the border has been buried by blood, and now he can only see a handsome general. I don't see the boy from that year.

Fu Xiaoyu was concerned that he hadn't reached the crown yet, so she said in a low voice: "If you're afraid, just delay it, Yu can wait."

Wen Le raised his eyes and stared at him, but still refused to speak.

The light of the red candle was shining, and the bead curtain let the wind blow, making the sound of collision.

Wen Le soaked in the bath until his whole body turned red. He took Fu Xiaoyu's hand and moved it inch by inch toward his body, slightly over his waist, then over his legs, and finally stayed in one place.

There was a ring there, Fu Xiaoyu hooked it with his hand, pulled it out, and felt the person in his arms tremble, and then came back to his senses.

"you you......"

The eloquent Fu Xiaoyu also stuttered.

That jade was made by Fu Xiaoyu's craftsman, it's not big, it's a size smaller than ordinary men's.There is a ring hanging from the bottom, and the whole thing can be pulled out with a single pull.That thing is precious, it is made of a whole piece of green jadeite, and the leftovers are polished to a smooth shape, hanging on the handle of the fan, it looks very expensive.

Fu Xiaoyu did this at the beginning because he wanted to be ashamed of Wenle, he knew that the other party's bed was clean, if it made people blush, it would be a beautiful scene.

But now, Major General Wen Le, who was brave and good at fighting on the battlefield, taught himself a lesson.

With a hoarse voice, Fu Xiaoyu comforted him for a while, then held him firmly in his arms, and asked, "Did you do it yourself?"

Wen Le could feel that the other party's hand was still hooking the ring, and finally she was willing to speak, and said, "I asked Yu'er, and he said it didn't hurt."

"Then what do you think? Does it hurt?"

Wen Le thought for a while, then shook his head.

Compared with army sticks and long whips, it really doesn't hurt.

Fu Xiaoyu's heart ached, she hugged Wen Le's waist, kissed his flushed shoulder, and said, "Let's save Yu for this kind of labor-intensive work next time."

After finishing speaking, Fu Xiaoyu hugged Wen Le.

Before wiping off the water all over her body, Wen Le hugged Fu Xiaoyu's neck tightly. Feeling naked and embarrassed, she stretched out her hand to cover her back.Two hands were not enough for him to cover, he tossed and tossed for a long time, finally leaned into Fu Xiaoyu's arms, closed his eyes tightly.

As long as you don't see it, it doesn't exist.

The usual attendants were nowhere to be seen, so Fu Xiaoyu casually took a robe and wrapped it around, went to fetch the stove, and covered Wen Le's hair with a clean handkerchief bit by bit.

Most of Wenle's body was under the quilt, and the foreign objects in his body had been used to it after half an hour of adaptation, and he still couldn't help feeling weak when he moved occasionally.

Fu Xiaoyu's hair was also wet, and the water at the end of her hair soaked the robe, leaving a large wet mark on the black robe.

He sat on the ottoman as if he hadn't seen it.It seemed a little uncomfortable to sit, and his legs were stretched far out.Xiaoyu Xiaoyu is really like jade, her whole body is clean.

Wen Le swallowed, and after picking at the quilt, he pulled the quilt down, exposed his upper body, and asked, "I haven't eaten since I got home, are you hungry?"

Fu Xiaoyu kept looking at Wen Le from the corner of his eyes, and couldn't help being happy when he saw the other party's small movements. He let go of the handkerchief, stroked Wen Le's side with his palm, and said in a low voice, "Not hungry, just greedy."

"Hungry for what?"

"Hungry for you."

No one is kept in the Palace of His Highness the Ninth Prince. Only Eunuch Yan and Eunuch Yan can enter the inner hall to serve. This is a rule set by His Highness Ninth himself, and no one dares to comment.

Many people know Zhou Chong's real identity. Emperor Wen wanted to have the reputation of being kind to the posthumous son of the previous dynasty, so he racked his brains to treat Zhou Chong well.Praise and kill, you have to praise before you can kill.

Zhou Chong was cowardly since he was a child, and the better Emperor Wen treated him, the less he dared to show it.If it wasn't for Wen Le to be his companion, I'm afraid he is still huddled in that palace alone, accompanied by Yan Bo alone.I don't know when he angered Emperor Wen and asked Emperor Wen to take off his head that had been hanging for a long time.

The crown prince and the second prince competed for the throne, and they were unanimous to the outside world, trying to make things difficult for Zhou Chong.

After Qingming, he can obtain the fief granted by Emperor Wen, and go to the fief to become king.Staying away from the imperial court seems to have lost the power of the imperial court, but it is actually a kind of freedom.What Emperor Wu left for him was beyond the control of the palace.

As long as he leaves the palace, Zhou Chong will be the dragon entering the sea, and no one can restrain him.

In the middle of the night, Yan Bo had gone back to rest, leaving only Yan Zhou in the inner hall to wait on him.

Zhou Chong developed late, and recently he always had cramps in the middle of the night, so Yan Zhou prepared cakes for him and placed them on the side of the bed.

Every time Zhou Chong saw the small plate of cakes, he felt like a baby being taken care of, and asked Yan Zhou to remove the plate.

Yan Zhou refused, and smiled and placed the plate closer to Zhou Chong's pillow, saying, "The cakes are sweet and sweet, which can make your Highness's dreams sweeter."

Zhou Chong woke up from his sleep, and his feet started to cramp again. The pain made him frowned, and he stretched out his hands to massage his legs continuously.

Yan Zhou slept in the ear room, and when he heard the movement, he immediately came over in his unlined clothes, took over Zhou Chong's work, and kneaded his tense leg muscles.

"Your Highness, use some food, the servant will not hurt you when you press it."

Zhou Chong became sleepy from Yan Zhou's warm eyes. After eating a piece of dried fruit, he lay on the bed and sucked the sweetness silently.

Yan Zhou moved lightly, seeing Zhou Chong closed his eyes, he withdrew his hand.

The thick quilt still had residual warmth, Yan Zhou tucked the corners of the quilt for Zhou Chong, and when he was about to go back, Zhou Chong grabbed his wrist.

"Stay with me."

Yan Zhou pursed his lips and smiled, sat on the couch, kissed the back of Zhou Chong's hand, and said, "The slave will accompany you."

The rain continued, and the flowers outside were smashed to pieces.

Yan Zhou was still sitting on the footbed when he was awake, and Zhou Chong carried him into the bed at some point.

The cold footbed is naturally not as good as the warm quilt, not to mention that the quilt is full of the smell of the person I like.

Zhou Chong watched Yan Zhou go straight into the quilt, smiled and held him in his arms, not allowing him to move any more.

The two of them sleeping together are actually warmer than the other person lying down, holding their beloved from behind, as if all the treasures of the world are in their arms.

The noise came from far to near, Zhou Chong opened his eyes and took a look outside.

The sound of rain continued, Yan Zhou seemed to feel the coolness, opened his eyes and got up, and said: "Your Highness..."

Zhou Chong squeezed his hand tightly and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."