The general's sleeping tent is behind the Chinese army's tent. In the gorgeous felt tent, which is as cold and empty as its owner, a square vermilion brocade couch occupies half of the space in the tent.
The wick of the lamp was fiddled with by the servant until it was as weak as possible. The soft light reflected the graceful and delicate outline of the person on the bed.
Baiyin put away the medicine bowl lightly. He looked at the motionless tall figure in front of the bed, and cautiously reminded: "Sir, it's getting late, you should rest!" The army will set off tomorrow morning, General.
He is the commander-in-chief, and there are many complicated military affairs that require him to make decisions.
Yelu Qingge, who had a stern face, raised her hand to signal him to retreat.
"Yes, sir!" Baiyin did not dare to disobey the order. Just as he was about to leave the sleeping tent, he suddenly thought of something. He stopped and said to Yelu Qingge: "Sir, the girl's illness is approaching fiercely. Please be kind and stop embarrassing her.
Got it!"
Yelu Qingge's eagle eyes turned cold and he said sternly: "When will it be your turn to teach me a lesson!"
Baiyin quickly lowered his head: "Baiyin doesn't dare!"
"Stay back!" Yelu Qingge had a special brotherly feeling for his savior Baiyin. He didn't refute and naturally followed Baiyin's wishes. To say the least, he no longer had the interest in love. From her point of view,
As soon as he said those words of homesickness in the morning, he felt that the desire for sex in his body gradually faded away.
After Bai Yin left, there was silence in the sleeping tent.
He slowly walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. He looked at her soft cheeks that were as red as apples and couldn't help but reach out and touch them.
"Well..." Maybe it was because his hands were cold, but she felt comfortable being burned by the high fever, so she actually put her face against his palms, lingering and refusing to leave.
His eyes darkened, the corners of his cold lips slightly raised, and he put his other hand on her cheek. There was a soft light in his eyes that even surprised him, and the gaze brought him endless surprises.
little thing...
Yes, she was as obedient as a kitten. She had lost all the teeth and claws she had shown before. The smart black eyes that had lost their guard now had no aura at all. Her tightly closed eyes covered the unfathomable sadness in her heart. She was quiet.
Lying quietly on the bed filled with his breath, his posture seemed calm and beautiful.
His fingers touched the thin belt around her waist.
She didn't notice anything in her deep sleep, and allowed him to clumsily but resolutely take off her gorgeous clothes. Her naked upper body, with blisters and whip wounds, looked ferocious and terrifying. Yelu Qingge frowned, with a look in his eyes.
With a hint of regret, he clenched and unclenched his iron fists, and said in a deep voice to the maid outside the tent: "Get a basin of hot water!"
"Yes!" Not long after, the maid brought the basin into the bed tent.
The maid lowered her head, not daring to look at him or the woman on the couch. She carefully placed the basin next to the general, bowed her head and said, "Sir, let Asang come!" All the maids and slaves in the general's mansion were not in trouble.
Good at trauma.
"No need, wait outside the tent!" Yelu Qingge moved the basin towards the bed, took the dry cloth that had been boiled and sterilized, wet it with water, and carefully wiped the blood stains on Mei Liangchen's body.
The maid was dumbfounded, and for a moment she even forgot to exit the bed tent... "Why don't you retreat?" It wasn't until Yelu Qingge's cold voice sounded again that she suddenly came back to her senses, pinched her thighs, and exited tremblingly.
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The god in their hearts, the noble King of the North, actually treated the wounds of a humble stable boy himself.
She must have seen it wrong, she must have seen it wrong...