Dressed as a General's Pampered Wife

The night was dark, Fu Yuanyu narrowed his eyes and got closer to see who was stopping him, "Leng Ying? Why are you at the main camp?"

"The general sent his subordinates to secretly protect my husband...Doctor Tang." Ion Yuan was worried that Tang Anle would be alone in the barracks. As the chief general, he would naturally not be able to see him, so Leng Ying turned from the guard on the bright side. For the secret guard he should have been.

And this sudden turn of the words was caught by Fu Yuanyu, and the tent in the distance was different from the usual appearance with the candles extinguished, Fu Yuanyu understood something in his heart, swallowed his saliva and said: "Little Doctor Anle ...Is it the male wife that Ion Yuan married?"

Leng Ying bowed his head respectfully, and did not respond aloud. According to their master's intention, Tang Anle's identity cannot be disclosed to the public. After all, one more person who knows is more dangerous.

But this silence is sometimes the best answer. The one Ion Yuan married is so precious. Even if he was not named queen, but by virtue of his status, he has already entered the middle palace. What is the difference between this and the queen? It's just a matter of name, so if you ask it like this, if it's not, you should have refuted it long ago.

Fu Yuanyu just thought it was inconceivable that the one Ion Yuan married could travel all the way to this border for two days to cure the poison.It's true, the person Ion Yuan fell in love with was indeed extraordinary, and he couldn't help sighing: "This little doctor's booth on Ion Yuan is really..."

The appreciation for Tang Anle in my heart is now a little more curious and loving.

At this time, there were a few suppressed groans from the tent not far away, which could only be heard by people around the tent who listened carefully, and Fu Yuanyu heard it when the two were quiet, "Tsk, let your master You can live in peace in the barracks... It seems that there is nothing to talk about tonight, let's go first, you should watch out for the soldiers on the night patrol, and don't let anyone come near."

Leng Ying seems to be less experienced than those who are often accompanied by Ion Yuan and Tang Anle in Leng Da. Hearing this voice, his face became slightly hot, and after saying yes respectfully, he disappeared into the darkness, leaving only Fu Yuanyu behind. Standing alone.

Fu Yuanyu looked up at the full moon hanging in the night sky just now, squinted his eyes, and said something meaningful, "The night is still very long."

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There is always an end to the long night. The sound of soldiers' drills in this barracks is better than all the ways of waking up in the morning. These days, the soldiers' drills have become more frequent, as if to show something. Tang Anle is doing this over and over again. Awoke to the sound of the magnificent soldier's bugle.

"Hmm... hiss!" Tang Anle was about to stretch out her hands from the thick and soft quilt to cover her ears and turn over, only to be sucked in by the tearing pain behind her, and her body stiffened for a while, This slight pain also directly woke up the person, "It's going to kill me, how can Ion Yuan be like this after being injured..."

Tang Anle herself was too irritated to say the following words, she fell silent and slowly moved her body, and sat up slowly after her body got used to it, the quilt slipped off her body, and her chest covered with red spots was exposed in an instant. Into the air, some red dots have turned dark red, "Hiss... Ion Abyss! Those who don't know this may think it's smallpox!"

Tang Anle muttered in a low voice, but at least his body was clean and fresh. Ion Yuan should have helped him clean it up, but he couldn't remember exactly how it was cleaned up, and how he fell asleep in the end... His impression It just stayed in the scene where Ion Yuan was still unwilling to let go of him after he cried and begged for mercy.

The more Tang Anle thinks about it, the more he feels that the scene of last night is reappearing bit by bit, panting, moaning, crying and saying things he has only seen but never said, and the cool feeling of not wearing clothes has now changed for no reason. It's hot.

"Three days? If you can't do it for a day, I won't let you succeed." Tang Anle got out of bed muttering bitterly, and got off the bed with his waist, only to find that the white clothes from last night were hanging on the side On the wooden shelf, there are still dots of dry white turbidity on it, as well as traces of tearing, "..."

In addition, the hair crown he tied his hair was also thrown by Ion Yuan last night after throwing candles and smashing it against the table frame. Also torn... Do you want me to be a savage?"

In the end, Tang Anle could only wrap himself in Ion Yuan's cloak, went to rummage through Ion Yuan's clothes, and finally found a black robe with gilt patterns on the sloping skirt, and dark shadows between the swaying sides of the clothes. The pattern is flowing, and the size is also a little smaller than Ion Yuan's clothes. It looks a little baggy on Tang Anle's body, but it can cover her body anyway.

Naturally, there were no mirrors in Ion Yuan's military camp, and Tang Anle couldn't see what he was wearing. When it was his turn to have his hair scattered in front of him, Tang Anle had a headache again, so he grabbed a piece of black cloth and put it all together a few times. After pulling my hair into a high ponytail, I planned to get out of the tent, but I didn't find the untied hair scattered on the back.

Tang Anle walked out slowly, his waist was sore and his butt hurt, and his obviously weird pace was easy to attract attention when he walked fast, but what Tang Anle didn't expect was that even if this was the case, all the soldiers who passed by had turned their eyes They all turned to him, Tang Anle's clothes made him look heroic and handsome, and the loose hair behind the high ponytail looked more casual than vitality.

The soldier shouted loudly during the drill, Tang Anle didn't know his way, so he just followed the sound and walked over. The school field is huge, and the soldiers standing in line are all shirtless, practicing martial arts in the morning light. Ion Yuan stood on it with a face full of spring breeze, and his figure in the close-fitting black strong suit was pleasing to the eye. Tang Anle happened to look up when he was looking around, and his eyes collided with Ion Yuan who was wiping sweat.

It was the first time for Tang Anle to look at Ion Yuan from such a long distance. His cold eyes swept over, the corners of his mouth were flattened, and his brows were slightly frowned. Tang Anle's heart moved slightly, but within a few seconds his eyes met The corners of Ion Yuan's originally flattened mouth turned up slightly, and a starry smile appeared in his eyes, Tang Anle turned his head away in fright.

"Why is it that I always have a sore back and backache, and Ion Yuan just looks like a spring breeze?" Tang Anle thought angrily, and after thinking this way, he raised his head unwillingly and glared at Ion Yuan, whose eyes were still glued to his body , the vivid eyebrows directly stunned Ion Yuan who was standing on the high platform.

He must have been frightened by me, Tang Anle turned around triumphantly with his neck up, and he still had wounded soldiers waiting for him to heal.

As soon as he took a few steps, he felt his loose sleeves being pulled, "Who pulled me..." Tang Anle frowned and was about to question. As soon as he turned around, he saw Ion Yuan with a clear smile on his brow and eyes, with a fine line on his forehead. The beads of sweat showed that Ion Yuan had just competed with others in the school field.