She clutched his robe tightly, wishing she could bite off a piece of flesh from his shoulder to vent her anger... Endurance, endurance... The word "endure" means a knife on her head. If she had a knife, she would definitely kill him first, and then...
...escape..
Su Guna carried the food plate and hurried all the way back to Shanhe Zhai. But as soon as she stepped into the courtyard gate, she encountered a 'mountain'. If she hadn't reacted quickly and turned around quickly while dragging the food plate, I'm afraid that now,
She was thrown into the woodshed and fasted.
"Sir...sir...have mercy on me!" She held up the food plate and spoke stumblingly...
Yelu Qingge was in a good mood, so he would not argue with the slave. "Go ahead..."
"Sir, dinner..." Suguna secretly rolled her eyes and saw the helpless figure like a little white rabbit in the general's arms...
Oh, poor Mayne, you're going to suffer again, aren't you?
"You and the servants should share the meal!" Yelu Qingge couldn't bear to say more, so he hugged Mei Liangchen and left.
Su Guna stood there blankly, clearly hearing
"Sir, I'm hungry!"
"I'll feed you!"
"..." Some people were so angry that they couldn't speak.
Rasu Rong untied the reins of the 'Thunder God' and watched helplessly as it spread its hooves, like a sharp arrow leaving its string, and ran towards its owner. They cuddled up close and slightly folded their proud bodies to bear the weight of the two of them, "
Hey... Hey..." The war horse hoofed and neighed, its reins pulled in a dazzling pattern in the air, and rushed out of the Northland Palace under the night...
Rasu Rong trotted to follow him, "Sir...Sir..." Looking at his master who had disappeared in an instant, he beat his legs helplessly and kept sighing.
"Definitely..." The sound of horse hoofs sounded again, this time it was the left general Muren. He used the tip of his whip to hold up the trembling body of the old housekeeper Lasu Rong, and said with a hearty laugh: "Old man, you should go and rest.
Rest!"
Lasu Rong said worriedly: "It's windy in the grassland at night, General Zuo, please let me go get a fur cloak and give it to your Excellency!"
Muren clamped the horse's belly, "Drive!" He waved his hand and rushed into the night, chasing after him. "I don't want to be whipped, old man... just look after yourself! Drive!" Amid the powerful shouts, a small team of strong men appeared.
The tough sergeant followed closely and sank into the dark night.
"You, where are you taking me?!" When the God of Thunder stepped onto the night road on the grassland, Mei Liangchen realized that he was not taking her to have sex at all. Could it be that he was angry and wanted to throw her into the darkness again?
Are you going to feed the wolves on the grassland? Her little face turned red with shock at this possibility. She turned her head, her black hair dancing wildly in the wind.
In the night, he looked like the most ferocious falcon in the prairie, gloomy and dangerous. His eyes would also glow at night, making her tremble with fear. He held the reins with one hand, and his rough and dry fingers slid over her.
Her cheek held up her chin. "Remember, never ask me where I am taking you! You are my woman, and you can only follow my footsteps in this life!"