Sad song

The sun on a summer morning carries extra warmth.

Slowly propping up her body, the thin quilt slid to her waist with the movement, revealing a large area of ​​untouched smooth skin, and a moist and delicate white halo.

The faint soreness in his arm made Yuan Chun couldn't help frowning, but when the man lifted the curtain and stepped into the tent, it suddenly turned into an uncontrollable smile, and even the eyes were soft and bright without knowing it. mango.

Sensing her sight, Chu Qiao put the saber in her hand on the table, and approached with dewy fresh air, covering her inadvertently pouring spring light.

"Where have you been?"

With the strength to return to the soft couch, Yuan Chun turned over and pressed the thin quilt under his body, lying lazily on his curved arms, and asked lazily.

"I went to the training ground to make arrangements," Chu Qiao said with a smile in her cold voice, stroking her loose black hair, "I'm free today, I want to go out with you for a stroll."

"Chu Qiao," Yuan Chun beckoned her to lean over with raised eyes, and pointedly slid his fingertips across the arched back and waist, and said softly, "Aren't you feeling uncomfortable?"

Perhaps it was because of the further progress last night, Chu Qiao didn't blush this time, instead she turned her head in thought with a calm expression, and shook her head slowly after a long while.

"Probably because," she paused, her warm breath pressed against the man's ear, and her usual indifferent voice was full of jokes uncharacteristically, "Princess Chun's physical strength is not very good."

Yuan Chun's pretty cheeks flushed instantly, she snorted softly, and simply turned her back to put on the clothes she had prepared in advance.

General Chu, who had the upper hand, frowned with a smile, but he still didn't forget to reach out and tie the knot around her waist.

"I don't often put on make-up." He lowered his head slightly to catch her breath, wrapped his slender fingers around the temple hair, and brushed gently, "Therefore, there is no mirror in this tent, so let me do it for you, how about it?"

"Ah."

Nostrils murmured a response, allowing the wooden teeth with tiny gaps to pass through the smooth black hair and make it into a simple bun.

The slightly cool fingertips pinched the chin and raised it, using Qingdai to trace the willow eyebrows in detail, and dyed the pink lips with crimson color dots.

Yuan Chun's long eyelashes drooped down, with traces of wetness, and he could see the tender but considerate eyes of the person in front of him.

"Chu Qiao," her voice was very soft, "Are you ready?"

"Well," Chu Qiao sounded a little helplessly annoyed, "I don't have all the things, so it can only go so far."

After all, when she was an agent, she had practiced her makeup skills hard, and she still felt a little regretful that she didn't achieve the expected effect this time.

However, for a person whose lips are not pimple but are red, and eyebrows are not painted but green, such a rare but not faint beauty seems to be just right.

The fingertips were gently pulled in the moment of distraction, she raised the corners of her lips, and walked side by side with him.

Along the way, the soldiers who didn't remember their ranks all looked at the two of them very eagerly, but because of Chu Qiao's usual majesty, they seemed quite secretive and made people laugh.

"What did you do to them?"

Yuan Chun was rarely aroused with curiosity.

"It's nothing, it's just one-on-one training."

Chu Qiao shrugged her shoulders, took Texue out of the stable, patted the horse's neck comfortingly and flew up, sat on the horse's back, lowered her head and smiled lightly, and spread her palms towards her.

"Would you be lucky enough to invite a girl to travel with you?"

Raising her brows, she nodded and raised her eyes, the amber color reflecting the sun was so light that it was almost transparent.

"Naturally."

They clasped their palms together, and fled away amidst the flying robes.

After spending two days leisurely in the army, Chu Qiao was summoned into the palace by Nalan Hongye.

In just a few days, that usually elegant, sharp and restrained person has become much more emaciated, and even a bit of desperation can be vaguely glimpsed. With just one glance, one can tell how much the other person in the room's resolute blow has hit her.

It's just that at this point, it's too late to say anything.

"Everything is ready, and we can leave Kyoto in three days at the latest."

Ignoring the gloomy eyes of the superior, the woman standing upright said decisively in a tone that did not fluctuate at all.

Chu Qiao silently watched the tense atmosphere between the two, and she could vaguely guess in her heart why Nalan Hongye called her to come, but for the sake of the overall situation, even if she had sympathy for her, she could only choose to stand. Go to Ji Lingyue's side.

"In that case," the former eldest princess smiled wryly, "then I have nothing to say."

"My minister retire."

Ji Lingyue lowered her eyelids, her graceful figure disappeared behind the closed door.

"Agreeing to marry means that strategically we can no longer be biased toward Yan." Seeing her leave, Chu Qiao folded her arms and said in a low voice, "at least on the surface, Your Majesty can think about it."

"Yan Guo has established a firm foothold this time. It will not benefit Huai Song Dynasty if it is allowed to dominate, so it is imperative to make peace with Da Xia." Nalan Hongye's eyes are serious, "And I want you to lead troops to the sideline Check out the news."

"The minister leads the order."

Bowing and saluting, Chu Qiao agreed, but at the end she couldn't help adding, "It's just that such behavior will make it difficult for Miss Ji who is married far away."

"Of course I know."

Rubbing between his eyebrows, the person sitting on the dragon chair waved his hand to signal that there is no need to say more.

Seeing her like this, Chu Qiao hesitated to speak after all.

One step away, obsessed with obsession.

What a pity, she glanced at the paulownia guqin placed on the table and silently shook her head.

After taking orders to leave the palace and return to the barracks, it was already late at night when Chu Qiao settled all matters.

Pushing open the door of the residence in the dark, even though she was careful enough, she still disturbed the light sleeper.

"I'm back," said a sleepy voice, "why is it so late?"

"I went to the military camp to arrange a formation for a long journey." She turned around and closed the door, walked to the bed and took off her outer shirt, "Yuanchun, I need to go to the border."

"When, how long?"

Sitting up with her knees hugged, wordless worry seeped out of her eyes, and Chu Qiao couldn't help stroking the corners of her blushing eyes.

"In three days, about a month or so."

The delicate kiss fell on the forehead and between the eyebrows, and her close eyebrows were warm and soft, refreshing.

"Take care of yourself," the back of the neck was hooked and pulled down, "I'll wait for you to come back."

"it is good."