Don't steal a man from me

When Jingming led the [-] soldiers in the raid and the captive Xiutuye rushed back to Dicheng non-stop, the flags embroidered with the word "Qing" on the city wall were fluttering in the wind under the blue sky, and the sentinels on the watchtower After seeing Jingming's commander-in-chief flag from a distance, he quickly flew down to report; "Military division, Feng Junshi, the generals are triumphant!"

Feng Qing was dressed in red and was sitting impatiently in the study flipping through stacks of military books. Hearing the sound, he raised his eyes, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his brows and eyes were filled with unconcealable joy. He stood up and said loudly: "Open the city gate, welcome General back to the city!" He said as he walked quickly to the stables.

Pulling out the bay red horse, Feng Qing patted the horse's head affectionately, looked softly and said softly: "Feihuang, let's go find the general." As he spoke, he jumped on the horse lightly, waved the rein, and Feihuang was like a ball of flame gallop out.

So when the gate of Dicheng was slowly opened, the triumphant soldiers saw their Feng Junshi dressed in red, with long black hair without a crown fluttering behind him. Come.

"Jingming!" Feng Qing immediately pulled the reins forward, the horse raised its front hooves, and stopped in front of Jing Ming with a few "da da" sounds, Feng Qing got off the horse and walked quickly to Jing Ming.

Jing Ming bent down and reached out to hold Feng Qing's outstretched hand, pulled him onto the horse with all his strength and hugged him in his arms, and whispered in Feng Qing's fair and slightly cold ear, "I'm back."

Feng Qing turned sideways, put his arms around Jing Ming's neck, looked him up and down, smiled lightly for a long time and said: "Looks like a barbarian." After speaking, he moved forward and kissed Jing Ming's thin lips.

Lips and teeth are intertwined, everything is spoken in silence, in the vast desert, the general in Hu suit and the military master in red are embracing each other on the horse, and behind them are [-] soldiers neatly lined up, each with a triumphant smile on their faces. Joy and best wishes to them.

"Hmm..." Feng Qing tilted her head to avoid Jing Ming's lingering deep kisses, leaned against his broad and strong chest and gasped softly, "Man Yazi, your beard stubble is hitting me."

Jing Ming smiled lowly, wrapped Feng Qing's waist with one hand and pulled him into his arms, and took the rein with the other hand, saying: "Sit down, let's go back to the city."

Feihuang was led by Qingjun soldiers, and the army moved forward slowly. Jingming and Fengqing rode their horses and walked in the forefront. The army lined up in a column and walked through the city gate in an orderly manner. people.

At the end of July of the first year of King Shang Lie, Jingming, the chief general of Qingguo, wiped out all the living forces of the Rongdi clan. Xiutuye, king of Rongdi, committed suicide in the barracks of Dicheng. After signing the covenant of mutual non-intrusion on the border, he led the remaining Rongdi people to migrate to the northeast for more than 600 miles.

Since then, the northern troubles that have troubled the Qing country for hundreds of years have come to an end, and the era of King Qingling has come to an end. King Qing wrote three kings' letters in Quyang, the capital of the king, and rewarded the soldiers who went to the North Desert with a thousand pieces of gold and a thousand pairs of white walls. The commander-in-chief Jingming enfeoffed thousands of households, the military commander Fengqing enfeoffed a hundred households, and conferred the title of Lord Fei'an.

The whole city of Dicheng was brightly lit, and the celebration banquet lasted for three days and three nights.

The cool breeze blows in the summer night in Mobei, which is very pleasant. The stars are dotted in the black satin-like night sky, and unknown insects are singing softly in places where the moonlight cannot reach.

After taking a bath, Feng Qing changed into a crimson cloak, and the few strands of hair on her forehead still had drops of water dripping down from time to time. The long eyelashes like crow's wings were stained with some water drops, which made her whole eyes lively, and her fair cheeks were full of tears. The light pink is like a crabapple flower after the rain, gorgeous and invigorating.

After taking a shower, Jing Ming changed into a dark black coat and walked into the room. When he saw Feng Qing, he was completely stunned.

Unparalleled in style and peerless, he couldn't find anyone prettier than Feng Qing in the world.

"Man Yazi, what are you doing standing there?" Feng Qing raised her eyes and glanced at Jing Ming when she heard the movement.

Jing Ming stepped forward without saying a word, put his arms around Feng Qing's waist, and fell down with overwhelming kisses.

"Um..."

The cool wind in the summer night blows the tulle in the general's tent, and the two of them rub their ears and temples together, lingering to death. The intertwined black silk becomes a magnificent and lingering picture scroll. , this life is enough.

Xianning, the capital of ink.

In March of the first year of King Shanglie, Mo Gong paid homage to his prime minister and began to carry out drastic reforms. Li Mo gave Su Jue the right next to his own, and fully supported Su Jue's reforms with an iron fist.

It is now July, and the new law has been implemented in the country of Mo for more than four months. During this period, it was regarded as four bloody and brutal months for the country of Mo. All the conservative nobles were forcibly exterminated by Su Jue. Those who violate the new law will also be punished by the newly formulated criminal law.

There has been a dull sense of oppression with blood for a long time in the country of Mo. Su Jue has cut off four of the five nobles who originally controlled the country of Mo. Only the Li Mo clan who holds the royal power is left. After breaking the law to show their dissatisfaction with the new law and being beheaded, the people of Mexico did not dare to break the law again.

The people dared not speak out against Xiangguo, and the ministers of the court also hinted to Duke Mo many times that Xiangguo Zhaowen punished the cruel officials so severely that the country of Mo would be in chaos. Do everything unconditionally in support of identification.

During the four months since the reform was implemented, the ministers did not see the chaos they imagined in the Mexican country. On the contrary, the harsh criminal law and tough methods quickly brought order to this small backward border country in the northwest.

There is no more excrement from cattle and sheep on the streets, idle idlers can no longer gather to roam the streets, unruly fights are no longer commonplace in all counties of this country, and barren land can be reclaimed. The intertwined official roads are slowly being built, and the messy and disorganized army has received regular training. This ancient principality, which is called a "small barbarian country" by the powerful countries in the Central Plains, is like the rising sun, full of vitality.

Summer night is young, Liu Ying is dotted, Su Jue changed into a white shirt after taking a bath, there is a deep tiredness in the elegant eyebrows and eyes, more than half of the warmth in those eyes has faded away, and the dark as black jade eyes are calm and faint. Murderous and exhausted, his face was morbidly pale, and his hands were stacked with new and old wounds, and there was a shocking sense of ferocity in the paleness.

He was lying on his side on a wooden chair in the courtyard of the Xiangguo Mansion, and he was physically and mentally exhausted from the open and secret battles with the nobles in the past few months, and sitting at the execution scene himself, and he would feel deeply tired from time to time.

A cloak lightly covered Su Jue's frail body. Li Mo stared at the young man in white with picturesque eyebrows and eyes. The moonlight seemed to cast a hazy veil on him. Wen Ya, her thin lips raised slightly, dreaming of something pleasant.

Li Mo stretched out his calloused hand and caressed Su Jue's brows and eyes. His eagle-like eyes were full of pampering and almost imperceptible complexity and sadness. Su Jue frowned and slowly Opening his eyes, his sleepy pupils met Li Mo's gentle eyes, Su Jue shrank back, he hurriedly got up and saluted, "Zhaowen pays his respects to the lord."

"It's been a hard job for Xiangguo these days." Li Mo waved his hand, signaling to Su Jue that there is no need to be polite, he looked at the young man in white in front of him and said softly.

"I will die for the Mo country." Su Jue bowed his hands again.

"Really?" Li Mo had a gentle smile on his lips, and his eyes were unusually bright. He stared at Su Jue, as if he wanted to see through him, and asked word by word: "Xiangguo is really loyal to ink. Do you want to die?"

Su Jue's eyes flickered, and his watery eyes stared at Li Mo blankly. In the dim moonlight, Li Mo clearly felt that his gaze passed through him and he didn't know where it fell. Su Jue raised his eyebrows and said softly: "I am a king with all my heart, and I never regretted it even if I was smashed to pieces."

Li Mo gritted his teeth, his eyes darkened, he took a step forward and grabbed Su Jue's wrist, stared at him closely and said in a low voice, "Look at me!"

What the man said just now was "one heart is the king", but he is not that king.

Su Jue was in pain, regained her senses, wanted to withdraw her hand, raised her eyes and frowned, and looked at Li Mo sullenly.

The faint fragrance of orchids lingered in Li Mo's nose. He was in a daze, and couldn't help but leaned forward to sniff lightly. Su Jue pulled back his wrist forcefully and stepped back a few steps to salute: "I am loyal to the Mo country. If my lord If you don't believe me, you can expel the minister from Mo."

Li Mo hooked the corners of his lips, and under the moonlight his smile was a little weak, he said: "You are the most trustworthy person in this world, how can I be willing to expel you from Mo? Zhaowen, you have to stay well." In the country of Mo, if you stay by my side, you will never leave in this life."

Su Jue lowered her eyes and remained silent.

Li Mo waved his hand and said: "It's late at night, Leng Xiangguo is going back to his room to rest, and he has to trouble Xiangguo with the affairs of the country." After speaking, Li Mo strode away from Xiangguo's mansion.

The full moon hangs brightly in the night sky, Su Jue raised his head, he suddenly misses Chu Yunqi, that kind of yearning is like a single figure wandering outside with no one to rely on, when one night he inadvertently looks up and sees the full moon, When I think that there are still people in my family who miss me day and night, the thoughts will flood in like a tide, which is unstoppable.

Walking into the room in a trance, the incense in the incense burner on the desk has not been burned out, the curling green smoke is lingering and blending into the air, the orchids blooming in front of the window are bathed in the moonlight, the piano that Chu Yunqi made for himself is quietly placed on the desk On the table, Su Jue lowered his eyebrows and sat down beside the book case to caress the smooth surface of the piano. He suddenly missed the days when he lived in Chu Palace. Sometimes, if you push him, the decisive and uncompromising king will rub against him pitifully and coax him softly, just like a fox.

In the bedroom of the king of Chu, the lights were like daylight. Chu Yunqi was wearing a cloak embroidered with phoenix patterns and sitting beside the desk. The desk made of black jade was covered with freshly painted paintings——

In the painting, Su Jue is wearing a white shirt and sitting quietly on the desk under the window. He lowers his eyebrows and holds a letter in his hand. The candle is flickering, the smoke in the incense burner is rising, and an orchid is silently blooming beside him.

Chu Yunqi stared at Su Jue in the painting with all his attention, as if he couldn't get enough of it. After a long time, he raised the corners of his lips, picked up a pen and wrote next to the painting: "Young master Ru Lan, you never forget, and your thoughts are like madness." .” After the ink on the scroll was completely dry, he carefully rolled up the scroll, wrapped it in silk and put it in a wooden box.

Ever since Su Jue and Su Jue were separated, it has become Chu Yunqi's habit to paint every day. No matter how busy the state affairs are or how tense the war is, he will take the time to sit quietly by the desk and trace the person's eyebrows and eyes stroke by stroke. , silently venting his growing yearning for Su Jue.