Han Bian left first and went to Shaanxi Road to arrange the land reclamation matters there. With these free labors here, the hired people can go to Shaanxi Road first.
Ling Qingyu also wanted to follow the past to have a look, but was stopped by Yang Zhao's sad eyes, so he could only send Han Bian, who was carrying the seed team, away with a small handkerchief.
The small courtyard was heavily guarded, not only at the entrance were armed guards, but also on the roof. Those who wanted to spy on General Yang's secrets were either beaten to death, or couldn't even touch the door.
But in this case, Ling Qingyu couldn't go out, so he could only sit in the room and lament.
When Yang Zhaowan arrived, what he saw was Ling Qingyu sitting by the window with a wandering and sad face. He paused outside the door, hung his helmet on the shelf, took off his gloves, walked behind her, and rubbed his hands. Rubbing her head, said: "Let's go to the mountain tomorrow."
Ling Qingyu's eyes lit up, then dimmed again, and said, "Forget it, I'll see if I can start cultivating seedlings tomorrow."
"I have already told the old farmers in the army about the method you mentioned, and they will start to do it. Let's not go to the fields tomorrow, but go to the mountains to play, okay?" Yang Zhao squatted down and said.
"Hmm." Ling Qingyu nodded, brushed his cheek with his hand, and asked, "So much dust?"
"Spring is coming soon, I'm afraid there will be some changes in the Liao people." Yang Zhao didn't want to tell her this, but she was not the kind of person who couldn't hide it, so it would be better to tell her earlier.
"Are we going to fight again?" Ling Qingyu frowned and said.
"It's hard to say, but take precautions. I'll be busy in the last few days." Holding her hand, Yang Zhao said, "Qingyu, if a war starts, you go first."
Seeing Ling Qingyu staring at him, Yang Zhao smiled and said, "I can't feel at ease when you are here. Don't worry, their main force is restrained by General Zhao. I also have a hundred thousand troops here, so it's not so easy to bully."
"In that case, I won't leave." Ling Qingyu said. Once you leave, you don't know when you come back.
"Qingyu..." Yang Zhao sighed, why would he want her to go, she went to sea every time, and she couldn't come back for a year, remembering that there was no news until autumn last year, I just thought that something happened to her at sea, during that war, He charged with the heart to die.
"Come on, change the dressing." Ling Qingyu didn't wait for him to say more, dragged him up, and helped him take off his armor.
Shi Fang's medicine was very effective, within half a month, the wound was almost falling off.
"Yeah." Ling Qingyu snorted in satisfaction, resisting the desire to help him peel off the shell, and put the underwear on for him.
"Qingyu..." Yang Zhao held her hand, his voice was a little hoarse, because of his injury, Ling Qingyu didn't let him do strenuous exercise these days, how depressing it is to have meat but not be able to eat it, now he finally understands through.
Ling Qingyu was also a little emotional, and glanced out the window.
Yan San was standing under the tree in the yard, from the window he could just see the man looking out guiltily, he approached the door, closed the door, swept the curtain with his palm, and then turned to Yan San who was sitting on the roof. Seven made a gesture, and they swept to the roof of the front yard together. (Students can go here to listen to Brother Difficulty)
As soon as the curtains were closed, Yang Zhao lowered his head and kissed those rosy lips. Ling Qingyu put his arms around his waist, but he didn't dare to use force.
"Help me wash it." The little brother under him was already excited, remembering that he had practiced for a day, and his body was very dirty, suppressing his chest, Yang Zhao gasped.
This room is also in accordance with Ling Qingyu's habits. There is a bathroom next to the bedroom. The wooden bucket in the bathroom has been filled with water, and the water temperature is just right.
Asking Yang Zhao to sit on a low stool, his wound could not soak in water, so Ling Qingyu took a towel dipped in water and helped him wipe it off a little.
After wiping, both of them remembered the hot spring under the starry sky.
Ling Qingyu lowered her head and kissed his lips, just touched it lightly, then turned to the back of the ear, the back of the neck, the intensity of the kiss became stronger and stronger, and she began to suck hard. When she bit the erected nipple, Yang Zhao was already Couldn't help but let out a low ****.
Ling Qingyu stopped, pretending not to see the redness on his face, squatted down, and wiped his abdomen. There was a new scar on the flat and hard abdomen. It was not very obvious, and one could see the danger at that time. , Ling Qingyu unconsciously attached her lips and kissed her, traced the trajectory along the scar, stuck out her tongue at the navel and licked it, and sure enough, she felt the body below tense, Yang Zhao grabbed her head, whispered ****come out.
Ling Qingyu sucked, licked and bit the navel vigorously, and when he heard the breathing from the upper part getting thicker, he let it go again, and then continued to scrub the lower part calmly.
Yang Zhao looked at her helplessly, and the little brother below kept saying hello to her, so she could pretend she couldn't see. After scrubbing his waist clean, he opened his legs, flicked his fingers on the little brother's head, Before he could come out with an exclamation, he wrapped the towel around the little brother, rubbed it up and down, loosened it and tightened it, and then did the same with the two balls underneath.
Yang Zhao's body was tense, and the cockroaches at the corners of his mouth overflowed uncontrollably, but this was just the beginning. After washing there, her fingers brushed across his inner thigh as if inadvertently, bringing him a After trembling for a while, he pinched lightly again.
"Qing Yu..." Yang Zhao breathed out unconsciously.
Glancing at Yang Zhao whose face was already flushed, Ling Qingyu continued to wash his legs. His legs were covered with mud. Ling Qingyu scrubbed them very carefully, but her clothes were already wet, making her very uncomfortable, so she simply Stand up and take off your clothes one by one.
The thick winter clothes were put on the hangers one by one, and the slender and healthy female body was displayed in front of Yang Zhao. Yang Zhao felt his throat was dry and his body seemed to be on fire.
After taking off his clothes, Ling Qingyu squatted down again, lifted his feet, washed the feet with water little by little, and then put them between his breasts to wash the calf. After washing the calf, the lips were on the thick A kiss was printed on the sole of the foot.
"Qing Yu..." Yang Zhao called out unconsciously, his voice was hoarse and trembling, the little brother had already burst out with veins, and his face was flushed red.
Ling Qingyu put his index finger on his lips and shook his head lightly, Yang Zhao closed his eyes, holding back the **** that was about to spit out.
After washing his legs, Ling Qingyu asked him to stand up, put his hands on the wall, and raised his strong buttocks. Ling Yu poured water on the upper part of his buttocks, and watched the water flow along the ditch. It flowed down the crevice, and then reached out and rubbed it along the crevice to clean it.
When the finger reached the chrysanthemum, Yang Zhao's body couldn't help shaking anymore.
"Qing Yu...Qing Yu..." in a low voice, begging tone.
Ling Qingyu hugged him from behind, her plump breasts stuck to his back, moved over his head and kissed deeply, then inserted her index finger through the chrysanthemum, found the position of the prostate, and slowly twitched.
"Well..." The excited cry was blocked by her lips, and the body was occupied by pleasure. There was nothing else in Yang Zhao's head, only all the feelings given by the person in front of him.
He picked up Ling Qingyu, stepped into the room with a few steps, and Yang Zhao jumped on him, every cell in his heart, eyes, brain, and body was filled with this person, and he couldn't accommodate others, including himself.
Ling Qingyu didn't expect such a big reaction to the teasing this time, Yang Zhao didn't care about his own injuries, he courted again and again, fucked again and again, and finally became sore like fainting.
You can't live without doing your own crimes!
"Qing Yu." Yang Zhao called as he gently combed the hair of the woman in his arms with five fingers.
"Huh?" Ling Qingyu replied feebly.
Stay at Heishuiguan in July this year. This sentence turned and turned in my heart, but I still can't say it. Now my strength is not enough. If I keep her here, I might be targeted. Last autumn After the war, the emperor transferred another 50,000 troops from the northwest to his tent. The emperor's original intention was probably to restrain him, but in the eyes of others, he was already an important general with a 100,000 troops, so Only then did the decree of bestowing a marriage to Miss Wang's family, and the 50,000 troops would be able to control all of them in one more battle, but the eye-catching attention from Bianjing was a nuisance, especially this person, who would run away whenever there was trouble.
Yang Zhao felt a pain in his heart. As soon as General Yang yelled that sentence, he knew that she had moved to retreat, not to retreat, she simply wanted to draw a line with him, she was really a cruel woman.
Seeing that he called but there was no sound, Ling Qingyu opened his eyes hard, just in time to see the pain in his eyes, he stretched out his hand to touch his eyes, and called, "Zhao?"
If I can't marry her, what reason is there to hinder her happiness
Seeing that the circles of his eyes were gradually turning red, and the corners of his tightly pursed mouth were about to bleed from biting, Ling Qingyu was startled, and hurriedly propped himself up and hugged him, saying, "Zhao? What's the matter, Zhao?"
"I don't want much, Qing Yu, just visit me once a year." Yang Zhao hugged her, buried his head on her shoulder, and his voice seemed to come from his chest, and said in a low voice, "It won't be too much trouble. Once a year is enough, if I die in battle, help me collect the corpse and give me a place to bury, Zhao will be satisfied."
Ling Qingyu's heart was shocked, and then there was a burst of sadness, my Yang Zhao, my brave and invincible general, how could Ling Qingyu He De let you despise yourself so much
"Zhao," Ling Qingyu sighed softly, and said, "Qingyu loves you too." He patted him on the shoulder lightly, and said, "When you don't need you to guard the gate, come back, and we will build a Zhuangzi, go fishing every day, read a book, and then go overseas for a stroll.”
"Will you wait for me?" Yang Zhao raised his head, looked at her with bright eyes, and asked.
Seeing the tail dangling behind his bird, Ling Qingyu's sadness just now was blown away again, and he burst out laughing, and then said: "Yes, I will wait for you naturally." After thinking about it, he still said : "Zhao, Yansan and I..."
"I know." Yang Zhao interrupted her. Seeing her eyes widen in surprise, after thinking about it, he guessed that Yan San hadn't told her about the fourteenth of July. He smiled and said, "I can't." Only him, Qingyu, you and me, not just him."
This is a bit of a twist, what do you mean? Ling Qingyu couldn't accept it, she struggled for so long, dare this person doesn't care at all? How open is the atmosphere this week? The legacy of Tang Dynasty
"But you can only have me!" Grabbing his shoulder, Ling Qingyu hurriedly declared his sovereignty, but thought it was a bit unfair, and discouraged: "It doesn't matter if you find true love, I don't mind." What's the matter what! This is.
How could anyone else get the best, how could anyone else give that unforgettable feeling, but Yang Zhao raised her head and said, "You must mind, if you want to say so, you must do so." Do."
"Ah?" Ling Qingyu looked at him puzzled.
Yang Zhao followed her example and said viciously: "If you dare to find someone else, I will constrict your tendons, peel your skin, drink your blood and eat your flesh!"
He imitated him so much, Ling Qingyu slapped him unconsciously with a smile, relaxed in a strange mood, lay down in his arms, grabbed the little dot, and said, "Zhao, what do you like about me?"
"I like them all." Yang Zhao went to kiss her forehead, followed the contours of her face to find the plump and sexy lips, and at some point, she liked it, and then slowly increased until it was engraved into the bones and melted into the flesh and blood.
"Bang bang bang!" The door was knocked vigorously, Yan Qi said outside: "Don't you want to eat dinner?"