Shock! The abandoned concubine cheated on the god of war and only wanted to farm

Uh……

Delicate and elastic feel?

While watching the fun, Qing Ling came over with a wine pot to pour wine for the young lady and the prince. After listening to what was said, she blushed. What kind of lewd words is the young lady saying!!!

Han Jinyan's handsome face was teasing at first, then he looked a little embarrassed as he thought of something.

Feng Ran Huaci, who was calm and composed, argued:

"You're so vulgar, aren't you? Just look at your constipated expression and I know your mind is full of sex. I'm not talking about stripping naked and dancing like a mud puddle. You have to keep your underwear on. You can't just keep yourself cool, you have to consider whether others can control themselves."

A mouthful of gibberish.

Qingling, who was standing diagonally behind, clenched her toes. To use the young lady's own words, she was now invincible and invincible on the road of embarrassment.

She put down the wine jug, covered her red face, and ran away.

"Hua'er, don't worry. Your husband is willing to serve you."

The magnetic sound is pleasant to the ear.

The warm breath kept drilling into his ears, and Feng Ranhua felt a tingling sensation all over his body, and his heart was banging against a wall, like a morning exercise.

"piss off!"

Feng Ranhua used foul language to hide his sudden panic.

Han Jinyan was neither hurried nor slow, and thoughtfully poured a cup of hot tea for Huaer.

There is a pair of eyes that is always implicitly chasing after the Fengran painting.

It’s Gu Cheng sitting at the lower right.

While dealing with the toasts from his brothers, Gu Cheng had been secretly observing the prince and Miss Feng. He knew the prince, and his love for Miss Feng was evident in his brows.

It is the ultimate deep love.

He held on to a tiny bit of extravagant hope, which danced with the rising cold wind, slowly drifting away until it disappeared.

Kong Ling, who was standing diagonally opposite, rolled his eyes, stood up, walked over with a jar of wine, patted Gu Cheng on the shoulder and said:

"I felt a sense of familiarity with Brother Gu the moment I met him. I have heard a lot among the people that you have fought tough battles with the prince time and time again. I am honored to meet you today. I respect General Gu."

Gu Cheng flicked the non-existent wine foam, suppressed some melancholy, and suddenly stood up, took out the broken axe and sunk boat and said with great momentum:

"Drink until you're drunk!"

We have two of us, you have one cup and I have one cup.

One relieves worries, the other solves problems.

While drinking, Kong Ling started a conversation:

"Our young lady, Miss Feng, plans to organize a formal training camp for new recruits. I have been wandering around the market and the underworld, and I don't know how to train soldiers. We are in need of a good instructor."

"I have always heard that General Gu is good at leading troops. Can you please ask General Gu to be a guest coach when he is free and teach us how to march and deploy troops?"

The words fell.

He drank first as a sign of respect.

After drinking a large glass of wine, Gu Cheng looked puzzled and glanced at Miss Feng roughly.

"Princess, do you want to start from scratch?"

He wanted to say that the prince had not won the "future princess" at all.

"Yes, our young lady is going to set up a personal guard corps and will also serve as the instructor. From the recruit training camp, our young lady will personally select a team of elite soldiers." Kong Ling said with a smile.

"Elite Army?" Gu Cheng whispered.

The name of the army is very strange. He thought about it carefully. Is it the same as the Wolf Cavalry Battalion in Taiyuan and the Black Iron Cavalry in Yizhou?

"Okay! I know a little bit about military tactics, and I'm quite particular about formations." Gu Cheng quickly figured it out and agreed.

Gu Cheng has a family background in learning, so he knows a lot.

His ancestors were well versed in military tactics, and their families had been closely connected with the fortunes and misfortunes of the Han Palace from generation to generation.

Not to mention the distant past, just say that General Gu is the old prince’s right-hand man.

Kong Ling consciously talked about his views on military tactics, and Gu Cheng responded, and the more they talked, the more they got along.

The wine glass is dull.

Gu Cheng directly picked up a jar of wine:

"I didn't expect that Manager Kong is so knowledgeable, and his views and opinions are very similar to those of Mr. Kong in our Han Army."

Kong's staff?

Kong Ling picked up the jar to hide his slightly hesitant expression. It was different. It came from a family background.

When he was a child, he was often punished by his uncle Kong.

"Brother Gu, thank you."

Gu Cheng said in high spirits: "Next time I will take you to meet Kong Muliao, you two will definitely hit it off right away."

He didn't dare to see it.

Kong Ling felt guilty.

It was a welcoming banquet as festive as the Chinese New Year, and the crowd continued to drink until late at night before slowly dispersing.

After bidding farewell to Gu Cheng, Kong Ling looked at his master and Miss Feng who seemed to be walking away hugging each other, then looked straight behind him and did not see Qing Ling.

While he and Gu Cheng were drinking, he looked at her a lot and drank more than a jar of wine.

His eyes wandered around the compound.

I caught a glimpse of a graceful figure staggering back and forth toward the left door.

Kong Ling followed quickly.

Qingling was happy today and she couldn't hold her liquor well. After drinking too much, her cheeks turned red like the sunset.

boom!

Qingling was walking when she bumped into a wooden pillar in a daze. She leaned over and touched her head, feeling a little painful. She did not notice that she was walking in a straight line and had deviated from the direction.

Kong Ling laughed.

Qing Ling would definitely hit the wall after walking only ten steps.

With one step forward, Kong Ling put his arm around Qing Ling's waist, carried her on his shoulders, and walked out.

"You little fool, if you keep walking forward you'll hit a wall." Kong Ling said softly, reeking of alcohol.

Qing Ling was caught off guard and was suddenly carried upside down like a sack. Her pretty face, which was originally red from drinking too much, now turned red with congestion and anger, like blood.

All around could be heard the sounds of soldiers leaving in groups of three or five, boasting and laughing.

Qing Ling was slightly tipsy, but she still maintained a clear mind. She didn't dare to struggle loudly, but gritted her teeth and said, "Kong Ling, put me down."

"You've drunk too much. I'll take you home." Kong Ling heard the voice coming from behind and realized something was wrong.

Immediately changed position and carried me as a princess.

Qing Ling: …………

It was pressed tightly against his chest, and I could almost hear his heartbeat.

Coincidentally, a soldier came out of the darkness, humming a border tune, and stopped at the foot of the wall without moving.

Kong Ling hugged Qing Ling and quickly hid behind a pillar.

After a while, the sound of flowing water came from the base of the wall.

The two of them paused after hearing the voice and understood.

Qingling felt more embarrassed than ever before.

After the soldiers at the wall left.

Suddenly, Qingling in Kong Ling's arms punched and kicked unconsciously. With her right hand, she grabbed and tore open the collar of her straight-collared shirt, and her nails scratched a hot and slippery piece.

Leave a bloody mark.

what!

Kong Ling froze in an instant, his slightly hot face turned blue, white and red, then suddenly felt hot.

I don’t know if it’s because of the pain or…something else.

"hiss……"

Kong Ling closed his eyes, his voice a little hoarse, "You...you let go."

"Not loose!"

Qingling was unconscious and just kept squirming and struggling.

Kong Ling suddenly felt an inexplicable excitement stirring in his heart. This feeling was a kind of eagerness to try and make a move.

Quick.

Kong Ling sealed his throat with his mouth.

Qing Ling's head buzzed. She looked up stupidly and opened her red lips, wanting to say something.

Take advantage of the opportunity and stir up a huge storm.

The overwhelming throbbing and wild beating washed over the two close little hearts again and again.

at last.

Suffocating, exit.

Qing Ling was so embarrassed that she quickly took two steps back, lowered her head, and her eyes seemed to be glued to the soles of her shoes.

My whole body is as hot as in June.

My heart was still beating uncontrollably.

The atmosphere fell into an eerie silence, and neither of them spoke first.

Take a breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

The air inexplicably became sticky, making it even hotter to breathe.

Kong Ling took a deep breath and said softly, "I...I plan to build a house and settle down in Shuixing Village. What style of house do you like?"

Qingling's little mouth is always talkative.

His usual eloquence was gone, and his tongue seemed stiff.

All I could think about was what the lady had said before, "the texture is delicate and elastic" and "the taste is sweet and intoxicating". Could this be what she was talking about?