"Can't find anyone?" The whip in Princess Huayang's hand severely whipped down on the bodyguard who answered, with a face full of anger and disbelief, and angrily scolded, "how can I not find someone?!"

"Princess, General Zhao's horse ran around the mountain like crazy. It was fast. When the little ones caught up, they couldn't see anyone." The guard, who was whipped and still dared not move, bowed his head and returned.

"Waste! A bunch of waste! Find it again, and you don't have to come back if you can't find it!" Princess Huayang roared loudly, holding the handle of the whip tightly with her skinny fingers, watching several guards run out of the hut in a panic, panting and sitting on the grass bed with brocade.

After careful arrangement for so long, in order to be afraid that his body was too strong and the medicine was not strong enough, he even put five times the usual dosage of the medicine, and borrowed his brother's man to make a stumbling rope and arrange a roundup. In this way, unexpectedly, he ran away?

Princess Huayang was furious, and the appearance of Zhao Yinfeng reappeared in her mind. Her strong body and the muscular curve that should be beautiful beyond people's eyes after taking off her clothes. Just imagine, Princess Huayang unconsciously made a soft moan, and her eyes looked at a man shrinking on one side.

"You, come here!" With a hook of her finger, Princess Huayang laughed ferociously.

Let the bodyguard's body shake more severely than before, and took the person who asked for help to look at the bodyguard beside him.

The bodyguard lowered his head, waved his hand, and led the others out.

Before long, there was a shrill cry in the forest.

*

The wheezing sound behind the stone became heavier and heavier, with uncontrollable groans and weeping growls, you can imagine how the man tried to suppress his desires.

This man is the soul of the Zhao family army. Although it is said that the Zhao family is now led by Zhao Mingliang, his reputation in the army is far less than that of this fierce general who has been in the border army for many years and has a record of fighting with Yang Zhao. When Lian Chengjia talked about him, he also put him and Yang Zhao together and compared them with Zhou Shuanghu, but this man was excluded in the Zhao family.

Ling Qingyu began to recall the collected data of Zhao Yinfeng. Zhao Yinfeng's mother was a princess from a small country in the western regions. At that time, she was a beautiful woman who was paid tribute by her hometown to the late emperor. However, the late emperor was not lecherous and was wary of the Western Regions, so she simply gave it to Zhao Yinfeng's father, who made great contributions at that time. Zhao Yinfeng's father didn't like this woman of alien origin, but Zhao Yinfeng's father loved her very much, I don't know whether it's because this made the woman a victim of the harem or because of acclimatization. The woman died when Zhao Yinfeng was five years old.

It is said that Zhao Yinfeng was very popular with his father and taught him martial arts and art of war since childhood. Only when he was ten years old, his father died, and then he went to the border. From this experience, Zhao Laozi didn't like him, and Zhao Mingliang didn't like him for a reason. The gap between them should be very deep.

So, do you want to make the crack deeper?

What he just said is that I marry you, instead of accepting you as a concubine with charity.

Looking at the sky, she thought for a long time, sighed lightly, dragged her feet, Ling Qingyu slowly moved behind the stone, and looked carefully.

Zhao Yinfeng had fallen to the ground, his strong body curled up in a ball, and a layer of pink appeared on his wheat skin. The sweat drops of beans rolled down from there one by one, wetting the mud below.

"Go..." the low roar came out from under the head that was huddled in his arms. His body could not help shaking, but he forced his teeth to bite and endured the intolerable groans.

"Zhao Yinfeng, if I help you this time, will you help me later?" With some hesitation, he stroked his arm, and Ling Qingyu asked softly.

Zhao family... She needs strength, and she needs strength by all means!

Zhao Yinfeng raised his head, but the woman's face in front of him was extremely clear in the haze, like the one that appeared in his mind every time he touched the thorn in his heart, smiling kindly at him.

So warm... Let him indulge in his dream and never want to wake up with a smile.

Reaching out, without waiting for Ling Qingyu's exclamation, Zhao Yinfeng had held the face, and then kissed it tightly with his hot and warm lips.

"Hmm..." at the moment when her lips were blocked, Ling Qingyu regretted a little and stretched out her hand to push him away, but her arms were like iron castings, and she couldn't shake them with her little strength at all.

When the flaming finger touched the skin, Ling Qingyu instantly regained consciousness, pushed him away, and got some breathing space, and then said, "you haven't answered me!"

"Good!" Zhao Yinfeng simply answered and pasted it again, but this time the action was much lighter. It could almost be said that he kissed her lips gently, and then went down to his neck. When the scar revealed by his clothes was exposed in front of him, although he was already confused, Zhao Yinfeng's eyes were still tight.

"Wait!" Ling Qingyu called out, and while he was stunned, he broke free and retreated slightly. Then he took off his clothes, put them carefully, and threw his body into his fiery chest with a fearless look.

Like a bucket of oil poured into a fire.

(cough...)

*

"Dead again!" Stabbed the iron hard muscle, Ling Qingyu muttered.

Zhao Yinfeng touched her face and rolled aside, but he didn't feel a cry of pain. Just now all his senses were ruled by that, and now he felt a sharp pain in his waist. Although he used his horse to slow down when he fell, he was afraid that he was injured. After such intense exercise, he broke out directly.

Zhao Yinfeng frowned slightly. This place is in the deep valley of the mountains, and the forest is deep. According to the distance he came up, it is far away from the camp. Her ankle is injured and it is difficult to walk. If his waist is not good, how can I take her up? With a trace of anxiety, I looked at the woman, but I saw her holding up her body, looking at her face with unknown meaning... Looking

Well

"This is... How much medicine did I give you?" Ling Qingyu exclaimed unconsciously.

Looking at his flushed face and the slightly trembling eight abdominal muscles, I'm afraid the medicine hasn't passed yet.

But she will never let him do that again. She is still injured now!

The fire inside his body hasn't disappeared, but it's already within the range that he can stand. If it's really not good, just dip in the cold water again. But looking at her smile, Zhao Yinfeng's heartbeat began to accelerate again. Thinking of a thing that has been bothering him for several years, he blurted out, "do it for me like last time."

Ling Qingyu was stunned, and the smile on his face suddenly froze, like last time? Which one, brother? It can't be true? It's not what I think, is it?

auzw. Com brother! You are Zhao Yinfeng, General Zhao! Don't spoil your image, OK!

The words had been spoken out. Ignoring her flickering eyes, Zhao Yinfeng simply said, "do it in the back."

"Do you have this hobby?!" Ling Qingyu stared at him in consternation. Didn't he take the medicine last time? You are a tall, handsome and so strong man. Why are you a short sleeved man?

Her face and eyes made Zhao Yinfeng blush, but she still unswervingly pulled her hand to the place.

Joking, this matter has troubled him for several years, and he is not sure what he really is anymore. After that time, he didn't have sex with women, but he just went to bed. He didn't do anything else. No matter what the women did, he didn't respond. On the contrary... For this reason, he resented himself for a long time, hated Yelv to death, and didn't trouble him less. In the back, he thought, just try a man? So he found his own pro Wei Zhao Xi. Zhao Xi is also a handsome handsome guy, but he felt sick as soon as he took off his clothes, and let him wear his clothes directly from the back. As a result, as soon as the guy knocked on the door, he was already sick. If he was stabbed by the guy again, he jumped up directly in pain. Since then, he felt sick when he saw a man take off his clothes.

He knew that he was definitely not interested in men, but he could only recall that time when he was not interested in women. This mentality made him very frightened.

But just now, he jumped up without any hesitation. He did those things he had previously taboo and hated. He didn't say it naturally. That experience and feeling made him even more confused, and he wanted to see whether it was the same behind.

"Really?" Zhao Yinfeng had turned over, and Ling Qingyu confirmed again.

Zhao Yinfeng withdrew his hand and bowed his head with a sound.

"Bear the consequences!" Ling Qingyu raised her eyebrows.

Zhao Yinfeng glanced back at her, the corners of his lips slightly cocked, and a pair of eyes with light blue pupils were overflowing, as if they could overflow water, and blinked.

(cough... Delete this paragraph...)

Looking around, Ling Qingyu was about to move to the water to wash, but he put a hand on his leg. Ling Qingyu looked at Zhao Yinfeng and saw that he had turned over and lay on the ground feebly. The red tide on his face was receding, his eyes were closed and he gasped, so he asked, "how are you?"

Zhao Yinfeng slightly opened his eyes and looked at her with very complicated eyes. He didn't know what mood he was in. Different from the happiness in the front, this kind of happiness was just pure physical happiness, unlike before, from body to heart.

Water and milk blend together, which makes him addicted

Seeing that he was almost OK, Ling Qingyu took his hand off, dragged one foot to the edge of the stream, held water to avoid the wound and wiped himself clean.

Since Yan Qi kept asking her to use the guiding technique, she had also been trained into 30% or 40% proficiency. At this time, it was already clean, but those marks on her body were a little troublesome, intertwined with those scratches and scratches, which made her white body black and blue, which was very frightening.

After going back, I don't know how Yan Qi and others will talk about it.

With a sigh, Ling Qingyu carefully moved back to the stone, put on his underwear, put on the suit of dress he was wearing, and then sat on a small stone, took food out of the bag, took a bite, and then turned around to ask Zhao Yin, "are you hungry?"

Zhao Yinfeng didn't make a sound, and his face was still crimson, but he just looked at her with determination.

Ling Qingyu turned his head back, ate it for himself, finished the dessert, went to the stream to drink some water, and then returned to the stone. He saw that Zhao Yinfeng had propped up, put on his clothes, and then sat beside the stone.

After a long time, Zhao Yinfeng whispered, "what is it that you want me to help you?"

Ling Qingyu glanced at him and asked, "the Zhao family and Xiao Sui had collusion in the war in April, right?"

Zhao Yinfeng was stunned and looked at her deeply. When Ling Qingyu thought he would not answer, he nodded and said, "yes."

Although it was something he had already known, Ling Qingyu took a breath, then sank his face and said, "do you know?"

Zhao Yinfeng turned his head away, stopped looking at her instantly gloomy face and the killing intention in her eyes, and said, "I don't know the specific situation, but before the war, I saw Chen Rui in front of Zhao Mingliang's big tent, which is one of Xiao Sui's men." After a pause, seeing that Ling Qingyu was silent, Zhao Yinfeng took his waist knife and threw it to her, saying in a deep voice, "if you want me to find evidence, I can't help you, but you can kill me for revenge."

"No, I still can't find it?" Ling Qingyu didn't pick up the waist knife, but just clenched the short sword in the bag and asked in a cold and light voice.

"What?" Zhao Yinfeng looked back in a daze. Seeing her face, his brain wandered for a while before he understood what she was asking. With a wry smile, he said, "I can't find it, nor can I find it. After all, I'm the Zhao family."

At that time, he also moved his mind to warn Yang Zhao, but he still gave up

Knowing that Yang Zhao died in the war, he drank all night on the mountain alone and kept asking himself, if he had notified him at the beginning, wouldn't it be like this?

But he didn't get the answer until the end.

Yang Zhao is wronged, but they are connected by blood... Even if Zhao Laozi has always hated and despised him, even if Zhao Mingliang has always despised him and put all kinds of obstacles on him, even if he knows it's wrong, he can't stop it, because they are his Zhao Yinfeng, the last family

"Really? Zhao family?" Ling Qingyu laughed in a low voice and moved down from the stone. His eyes were astonishingly bright with anger. He stared at him and said, "because it's the Zhao family, you can watch my Zhao die?"

She originally thought that although he was a Zhao family, even Cheng Jia said that he was an iron-clad man, honest and forthright. It seemed that she didn't know Zhao Mingliang's activities.

It turned out that he knew everything like Zhao Mingliang!

"I didn't expect him to die. If someone like him can't even see this trick, he's not Yang Zhao!" After blurting out, Zhao Yinfeng pulled back the clothes he had put on, exposed his chest, and then turned his head to one side. He didn't look at the woman who was still close to his body just now, but now she was a murderous woman, and whispered, "if you want to kill me for revenge, then come."

Yes, I didn't expect, who would have thought that Yang Zhao, who was so resourceful and brave and good at fighting, would die in a secret order of the emperor and the betrayal of his brother.

The hand holding the short sword trembled, and Ling Qingyu stared at him fiercely. The man in front of him, hate? Why not hate?! If it weren't for the war that came from the head of Zhao Jiaqi? If it weren't for the private transaction between Zhao Jiajun and Xiao Sui, how could those Liao troops catch up with Yang Zhao!

It seemed that Yang Zhao's figure fighting in front of him appeared again. With a gentle sword chirp, Ling Qingyu pulled out the short sword through a seam. Before it was completely pulled out, Zhao Yinfeng stretched out his hand and pulled it behind him. Then he squatted and picked up the waist knife.

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