"Ugh..." "Ugh..." The general's method of inducing vomiting was really not something that human brains could come up with. He turned her upside down and lay on the saddle again.
It was full of meat and vegetables, and I started vomiting wildly on horseback.
Because there is the emperor's palace in the forbidden area, horses are not allowed, but the general's mount is an exception. When Agula and Muren rushed to the general's house without stopping, what they saw was the gray earth in front of the tent.
The young stable boy was in agony, clawing at the hitching post and vomiting until the sky was dark and the sun and moon were dimming.
General Yelu Qingge had already entered the tent first.
He closed his eagle eyes slightly, let the maid take off his fur cloak, and sat down on the white tiger skin.
Min Liao's folk customs are open. The maid Tana was wearing a fitted top-bottom skirt, with a section of mutton-fat white jade-like white exposed on her waist, which glowed moistly under the glazed lamp on the tent. She secretly glanced at Min Liao.
The god in the girl's mind pours the milk wine that has been prepared for replenishing Qi and sleeping into the exquisite gilt jade cup.
"Sir, please have a taste..." She was one of the few maids who could get close to the general. Tonight, the general was furious for some unknown reason, and the people in the palace knelt down outside the bed tent to think about her fault. She had gone to the nearby Coco Shumu.
She visited her cousins in the clan territory and luckily escaped. After returning, the Batu Chief Manager in the mansion specially asked her to take care of the general's bedroom. She was secretly frightened and couldn't help but be ecstatic. She didn't expect that it would be her turn again so soon.
Serving a powerful and handsome general with no merit and merit...
Yelu Qingge didn't move, and Tana thought he was tired. So she boldly came closer and tried to put the cool and translucent milk wine to the general's lips.
"Bang!" The jade cup, connected with the milk wine, drew an ugly arc in the air, hit the painted wooden pillar, and broke into pieces.
She was so frightened that she knelt down in front of the steps with her limp body, her lips and teeth trembling with fear as she begged for mercy: "Sir, have mercy on me! My lord, have mercy on me!" She had seen with her own eyes the head of a pampered and arrogant maidservant, who was beheaded and hung on the door of the palace to warn the servants not to overstep the limit.
Moment. He is a cruel, cruel, decisive, and bloodthirsty royal general. There is no tenderness and sweetness in his eyes, only the ruthlessness and tactical wisdom that have been immersed in the battlefield for many years.
She accidentally touched the angry tiger's beard and the eagle's wings...
She doesn't want to die yet...
"Sir, spare my life..." Kowtowing was like pounding garlic, and soon, blood stains stained the precious carpet in front of the steps.
"Boom..." A muffled sound came from behind. Tana didn't dare to look and kept kowtowing.
Muren threw the young stable boy who was as pale as a winter prairie mouse on the carpet and saluted Yelu Qingge. "General, we've brought him here!"
Yeluqing's singer's fingers moved slightly, and his eagle eyes slowly opened a gap.
"All go down..."
Including Tana, they left in less than a blink of an eye. In the huge general's tent, apart from the crisp beeping sound of burning lamp oil, the only thing left was the young stable boy's breathing, which gradually became shallow and rapid.