Would You Like to Have a Drink

The soldiers guarding around the camp were all martial artists. They were not as keen as him and Yu Beizhou, who would know with a little wind and grass movement. But if the sound was too loud, they could also detect it.

In the narrow sleeping bag, their foreheads touched, their noses against each other, and they embraced each other with open arms.

Breathing exhaled in a small space, circulating back and forth. There was no more conversation, just like in that hall under a thunderstorm, rampant desire and urgency were enough to make up for everything.

However, compared to that time, it was completely different.

It was still like a long battle and fight, but after the bloodshed was gone, inexplicable warmth came up.

The heavy bedding rose like waves.

The sweat that flowed down and the rapid breathing intertwined, gathered in their fierce attack and cooperation, and spread on the tip of the tongue.

Not far from the outside of the military tent, the stars twinkled and the insects chirped.

Occasionally, one could hear the crisp sound of the armor moving when the soldiers moved their bodies.

No one would have thought that behind the curtain, the King of Beining, who was ordered to recuperate, would dare to commit such a crime. One sword followed by another, hitting the vital points, without mercy.

The terrifying pleasure surged too much, and he couldn’t bear it, so the crown prince in white bit this person’s shoulder and let out a few whimpers.

This whole night, under the name of treating the patient, two hot waters passed in the main tent.

The water surface also swayed, wetting a piece of grass circled in the military tent.

The good news was that although Zong Luo was exhausted at the end, he really couldn’t understand why this person was more energetic when he was sick.

But the next day when he woke up, he sweated a lot, and Yu Beizhou did almost recover.

Yesterday, after the King of Beining captured a city gate of the Wei Country, the Great Yuan army had already prepared for battle overnight.

The next day, Pei Qianxue had sorted out most of the military reports and hurried into the main tent.

When he came, Yu Beizhou was sitting cross-legged on a tiger skin rug, holding a knife in his hand and peeling a peach, with a plan for the Wei Country Imperial City spread out in front of him, casually peeling and looking.

Not far away, the crown prince in white stood behind the desk, holding a scroll of documents in his hand.

It’s strange to say that the expressions of these two people were very ordinary.

One was serious, the other was as always cynical, even their eyes did not intersect at all, but Pei Qianxue smelled something different from them.

In the past, as long as these two people stood together, their confrontational atmosphere was obvious to everyone. Everyone could see that they were at odds, wishing the other would die sooner. But no one could intervene, let alone get involved in their struggle, as if they were a faction of their own.

But now there was an inexplicable harmony between them.

Not to mention, it’s weird enough that the King of Beining appeared in the main general’s tent early in the morning.

What’s more, along the way, Pei Qianxue heard some things. It was said that the King of Beining was seriously injured on the front line, with a high fever that did not subside. His Highness summoned the military doctor overnight and took care of him all night, which turned the danger into safety.

All kinds of things, Pei Qianxue didn’t want to think deeply, but the facts clearly pointed to the worst place.

Zong Luo looked up in time. “What’s the matter?”

The prime minister in blue clothes paused, retracted his bitter thoughts that should not appear on the battlefield, and quietly reported all the military affairs.

They still adopt a conservative approach, moving all the spies planted in the Imperial City of the Wei Country, without acting rashly. According to the original plan, it would take at least half a month to take down a city gate at the fastest. Now that it had been taken down, the subsequent arrangements could be slightly slowed down, striving to fight a beautiful battle.

“I see.”

As he listened, Zong Luo nodded.

He took over those military reports, approved them, and stamped his private seal on them.

After talking about military affairs, he finally got to say a few words in a private capacity.

“The matter of docking with the Weishan Army still needs Ah Xue’s help, it’s been really hard for you these days.”

Pei Qianxue smiled. “It’s not hard. It’s just part of the job.”

He was just about to say something, but he saw a hand casually draped over.

The red-clothed general who was sitting on the tiger skin just now, looking lazy and boneless, handed over the peach in his hand, “Senior brother, open your mouth.”

Zong Luo bit it subconsciously.

“If His Highness has nothing further to discuss, this minister will retire first.”

Seeing the intimate and provocative action of the King of Beining, what else did Pei Qianxue not understand?

What was most unbelievable was that Zong Luo’s expression was also extremely natural.

It’s as if they had rehearsed this action thousands of times.

Just a cognition was enough for Pei Qianxue to feel heartbroken and shaky.

“Oh, okay.”

Zong Luo didn’t lift his head and continued to immerse himself in the military report.

When he finished dealing with military affairs and looked up, he saw someone in a particularly good mood.