"Yibula, this is a strategy of befriending the distant and attacking the nearby," Cheng Qiyun said, "The insufferably arrogant Wala declined because of the rise of the Tatar tribes. Since then, they retreated to a corner of the northwest and were unable to develop. Moreover, Bayan Mengke imposed all kinds of harsh restrictions on them, such as kneeling but not sitting, wearing a crown with only four fingers, and not using a knife when eating meat was unnecessary. It was completely to humiliate them and destroy their willpower.
As the direct grandson of the Heavenly Saint Khagan and the king of the grasslands for many years, Yibula was humiliated to the point that he could not even lift his head in front of his own people. His hatred towards Bayan Mengke must have been accumulated for a long time. Therefore, if he is willing to agree to Yin Qi's terms of alliance, you can rest assured and use your troops on Bayan Mengke. The threat from the Western Wala can be temporarily ignored. "
"Is that so? How many lives have been sacrificed to conquer this land after a whole winter of bloody battles, how can we just give it up? Although the men of the grasslands are heroic, this does not mean that they are also single-minded when it comes to war. They are as cunning as a fox. Fighting for hegemony on the grasslands is like fighting for the top of a mountain in the forest. Unless we are at the end of the road, there is no reason to stake everything on one throw! "Red Lady immediately retorted.
It was a very subtle scene.
This was Cheng Qiyun's big tent. From the outside, it looked like an ordinary Mongolian tent, but inside, it was luxuriously decorated. The tables and chairs were exquisite and expensive Central Plains mahogany furniture. The cups and plates were all Jingdezhen's top quality porcelain. The gauze curtains and the carpet were soft. Even the residences of the Mongolian princes were not as luxurious as this.
The tables and chairs in front were used to welcome the local merchants, but they were made of Mongolian style long tables. There were even praying mats placed on the carpet. Right now, Yang Ling was sitting in the central position. Next to him was Adeni, who had a sweet expression on her face.
She, who loved to eat beef and mutton, was now using a small silver knife to cut off the juicy and delicious parts, piece by piece, and then sending them into Yang Ling's mouth. Then, she held the cup with both hands, sweetly urging him to drink. Her pair of watery eyes were filled with tenderness and honey, only staring at Yang Ling eating the juicy and delicious mutton with her hands, but she did not take a single bite. Perhaps in her heart, right now, Yang Ling was the most delicious piece of mutton.
In front of him, Cui Youcheng and Zuo Liao were seated at their respective tables. Their seats were far away from Yang Ling, so far that he couldn't even reach them. Even if they were willing to put down their airs and fight Lu Bu, they still wouldn't be able to do it.
Cui Ying'er was a little angry when she saw this scene, but Adeni was Yang Ling's legitimate concubine. It was natural for her to serve her husband, so what was there to be angry about? He could only vent his anger on Cheng Qiyun.
Cheng Qiyun was met with a rebuff and couldn't help but feel suffocated. Yang Ling shook his head and said, "No, this is reasonable. Among all the troops, your power is still the weakest. You can't think about the battle formation on the grasslands with the mentality of guarding the mountain top and protecting the foundation when you were inside the pass.
They are nomadic tribes. It's very easy and simple to build a camp, and they won't hesitate to abandon it. You have to adapt to this. Where there is a grassland, it's their home. Even though they have a large area of activity, they definitely have their own circle of influence, but internally, there is constant movement.
You building a city on the Onan River is actually a little too hasty. Once it's built, it will be a hindrance, a burden. Once the enemy attacks, can you still decisively decide whether to defend or leave? You've invested all your family's wealth there. "
"En!" Cui Ying 'er lowered her head and responded after being reprimanded. She gulped down a mouthful of wine, and her eyes immediately turned red. After enduring for so long, she finally met him with great difficulty. She didn't even have the chance to hold his hand, but she was reprimanded by him first. The feeling in her heart was really unpleasant.
Yang Ling, however, became more and more severe as he spoke, "Building a city on the grasslands can only be done when you have enough power. You can't be calculative about temporary gains and losses. What do you want now? As long as you have enough men and horses, enough cattle and sheep, you will have power. The territory of the grasslands only belongs to the strong. It belongs to whoever is strong.
Since your Onan City has taken in the old, weak, women and children of various tribes to win their hearts, there's no need to remove it. However, the city must be moved eastward to the vicinity of Mount Halawin. You are familiar with mountain warfare, and the Mongolian warhorses are precisely weak in this area. In this way, you only need to send a small number of armed forces to ensure their safety. "
"Yes!" Cui Ying 'er lowered her head, feeling more and more upset.
"Remember, you have no foundation on the grasslands. Once you're defeated, there's no chance for you to make a comeback. You're also the weakest party. Everything is going smoothly for you now. Although the White Uniform Army is brave and good at fighting, there's another reason. The few strongest forces have never treated you as their main target. Once the war starts in the future, do you know what to do? "
"The real war is coming soon. Your battle strategy must be to concentrate your superior forces and turn them into a force of numbers. No matter how many routes you take, I'll only take one route to annihilate the enemy's effective forces. By then, a large area of grasslands will be at your fingertips. Before that, you must not be obsessed with fighting in one place. Otherwise, you'll be harmed. Do you understand? "
"Yes!" Cui Ying 'er's tears were about to fall.
"Also, you shouldn't have come tonight. You should have gone straight back to your camp. Your life is very important. Don't rely on your strong martial arts skills. You have to know that there's always someone better than you. What if you're discovered and all your previous efforts go to waste? From now on, you have to remember that you're Yang Ying, the leader of the White Uniform Army. You have to do things that even you believe so that no one will suspect you. Do you understand? "
"Yes!" A teardrop fell into the wine cup with a plop, causing a slight ripple.
"Do you really remember?"
Cui Ying 'er was furious. She raised her head suddenly and glared at him. She said stiffly, "Yes!"
Yang Ling didn't mind her attitude at all. He let out a satisfied smile and said in a slow voice, "Well, then, how is your negotiation with Yin Qi going? What are her conditions? "
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Night fell, but the people on the grasslands did not fall asleep.
The Damu Assembly was about to begin. The nearby herdsmen were still rushing over. It was bustling with people shouting and horses neighing. When the Living Buddha, who was invited to the Damu Assembly, entered the town, horns sounded. The onlookers crowded the roadside. The lanterns and torches were as bright as day. No one could sleep.
The businessmen took this opportunity to set up stalls on the grasslands. The sound of hawking rose and fell. There was an endless stream of people strolling leisurely on the streets. After all, it was the most prosperous place in the Mongolian tribe. It still had a bit of a city atmosphere.
Yang Ling was walking leisurely in the bustling market with his hands behind his back. He observed the people of the Duoyan tribe.
Because of Adeni's unique appearance, she was worried that accompanying him would attract attention to Yang Ling. His safety was very important, so Adeni stayed in the tent and did not follow him. But before Yang Ling could walk out, she happily called for someone to boil water for her to take a bath. This made Cheng Qiyun, who heard it, choke with jealousy.
After being reprimanded by him in public, Red Lady couldn't come up with an excuse that it was inconvenient for her to change into female clothing. Yang Ling didn't try to persuade her, and his indifferent attitude made Red Lady even more heartbroken. Cheng Qiyun forcefully suppressed the joy in her heart, and repeatedly signaled Yang Ling with her eyes. Yang Ling pretended not to see it, and went to the market together with Cheng Qiyun.
He strolled around leisurely for a while, buying a few ornaments that were not commonly seen in the central plains. Yang Ling saw that a tent not far away was bustling with activity. There was a bonfire burning in front of the tent, and the tall flames burned fiercely. In the dark red night sky, there were some ashes rolling up and down along with the rising heat waves.
Beside the fire, there was a group of young girls singing and dancing. Their long sleeves fluttered in the wind and their voices were loud and clear. When they jumped and turned around, the ornaments hanging on their waists jingled, very pleasant to the ear. Their appearance was relatively pretty, and their height and figure were very similar. It seemed that they were not the daughters of the nearby herdsmen, but specially selected domestic dancers.
The camp was set up outside the heavily guarded town. It seemed that they were not the powerful nobles of the Duoyan Guards, but they should still be quite powerful. Damu had actually brought so many dancers with him to attend the banquet.
Yang Ling saw that there were many local people watching, so he happily walked over. Cheng Qiyun accompanied him. Although she was wearing a loose Mongolian robe, her gait was still swaying. Even in the darkness of the night, she still attracted many covetous gazes.
Around them, in twos and threes, there were a number of men who looked like peddlers or tourists walking about. These were all elites who had been transferred from the inner factory and handed over to Cheng Qiyun's secret control. They had already been trained into elite subordinates of the special forces. They seemed to be absent-minded as they walked around, but they formed a tight perimeter around the two of them that was loose on the outside but tight on the inside, firmly protecting the two of them in the middle.
The curtains of the tent were lifted, and the situation inside could be seen from afar. A short-bearded man was sitting behind a table, and on his left and right were two enchanting and beautiful women in beautiful clothes. They were holding cups, drinking wine, and serving dishes. Behind the tables on both sides, there were many men laughing and drinking. Looking at their clothing and appearance, there were Han and Mongolian people. The thin man in the middle was obviously from the Central Plains.
Yang Ling smiled as he looked at the young ladies dancing gracefully. Their faces were filled with sweet smiles, their hands on their soft waists, and when they stepped forward with their short boots, they revealed their beautiful calves that were tightly wrapped in white silk pants under their long robes. They were filled with the vitality of youth.
Cheng Qiyun stood beside Yang Ling, smiling faintly. But as she watched, she suddenly frowned, and a trace of doubt and vigilance flashed in her eyes. She looked around, then took two steps back, raised her hand and brushed her hair. Immediately, a figure quietly stuck close to her. Cheng Qiyun whispered a few words to the person, who responded in a low voice and quietly disappeared into the night.
After Cheng Qiyun finished her instructions, she saw that Yang Ling was still watching the girls dance with great interest. She came closer and said with a low laugh, "Why, does Master want to have a taste of the Mongolian women?"
Yang Ling glared at her with slight rebuke and said, "Let's go, the night is getting late, let's go back."
Yang Ling looked at the dancing girls and was about to turn to leave, but his eyes flashed and his footsteps suddenly paused, a thoughtful expression appearing on his face. After hesitating for a moment, he started walking again.
The number of tourists and vendors gradually decreased. When Yang Ling had walked far away, he turned his head back and could only see the bonfire in front of the tent and the indistinct figures of the people. Only then did he say to Cheng Qiyun, "Immediately investigate the origins of the group of people in the tent."
Cheng Qiyun's eyes darted around, and with a smile that was not a smile on her face, she replied, "Yes, I will immediately send someone to investigate. What problems have you discovered?"
Yang Ling asked again, "You have also stationed a lot of people here, right?"
Cheng Qiyun replied, "Yes, but in these nomadic tribes beyond the Great Wall, the most difficult thing to investigate is a person's origin. Even people of the same tribe, because of the vastness of the grasslands, many of them do not know each other, let alone outsiders. For us to be able to plant so many people here is actually because we have taken advantage of this.
Now that you are here, your safety is of utmost importance. Since it is better to prevent than to investigate, I have transferred the majority of the people back to take charge of the security around your residence. Other than those who need to send messages everywhere and follow and monitor the leaders of the various tribes, there are not many scattered people. "
She glanced at Yang Ling and asked, "Did you discover something amiss?"
Yang Ling smiled and said, "Perhaps I am being overly suspicious. Did you not discover anything amiss?"
Cheng Qiyun thought about it and said, "The owner of the tent is clearly a Han. For a Han to be so extravagant and wealthy here, he should be a merchant who travels outside the Great Wall all year round."
Yang Ling grunted and said noncommittally, "What else?"
"Also … many of his bodyguards and attendants walk briskly and have sharp eyes. They should all be martial artists. Could it be that Daren suspects …?"
Yang Ling shook his head and said, "To travel outside the Great Wall, one must have powerful martial arts skills. For someone who has made a lot of money by traveling outside the Great Wall, it is as easy as turning one's hand to recruit a group of powerful attendants and bodyguards. He is a Han and has a lot of power and many bodyguards. This is considered normal and not surprising. "
A faint smile appeared in Cheng Qiyun's eyes. She covered her mouth and coughed twice, saying, "Then what does Daren think is suspicious about him?"
Yang Ling pondered and said, "If he is a merchant, why would he come here at this time?"
Cheng Qiyun replied, "Naturally, it is to take advantage of the fact that the nobles of the various tribes are gathered at the Duoyan Guard to do some big business."
Yang Ling said, "From his style, whether it is selling or buying goods, it must be a big business. He must be using a lot of carriages and horses. However, did you see the surroundings of his tent? The fences were filled with horses, Mongolian warhorses that could run long distances. There was not a single carriage. Where were his goods? How is he going to transport them?
A merchant will not wake up early without profit. Even if he is here to get to know some Mongolian nobles and pave the way for his future business, there is no reason for him to come here without bringing any goods. "
"Perhaps … he is also drooling over Queen Yinqi's beauty and status. He wants to participate in Nadam and fight for the throne of the Queen's husband." Cheng Qiyun was still teasing him.
"Then he would not be drinking and partying at this time."
"Daren is right. This person is indeed suspicious. When I return, I will send someone to investigate and monitor him." Cheng Qiyun was' sincerely convinced 'and said with a smile.
Her smile was very cute. When Yang Ling saw it, he couldn't help but intimately scratch the tip of her nose. Cheng Qiyun mischievously made a face at him and the smile on her face became even sweeter.
In the past, she loved to show that she was superior to others. But now, she would rather Yang Ling think that he was the only one who found something strange. Seeing Yang Ling's brows slightly furrowed and his face deep in thought, she felt that it was extremely cute and moving.
It turned out that it was more fulfilling to let the man she loved be wise and powerful than to be able to foresee things.
It turned out that making the person she loved happy would make her happier.
It turned out that being a little woman was more satisfying than being a strong woman.
Cheng Qiyun squinted her eyes and leaned against Yang Ling like a little bird. Her heart was slightly intoxicated.
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When they returned to the barracks, the night was even darker. There were only a few lights in the barracks. But when Yang Ling and the rest stepped into the vicinity of the barracks, there were constantly guards with swords and knives flashing out from the dark to inquire about their identities.
When they reached the most central area, there were even a few patrolling teams quietly passing by the tents, protecting them carefully.
"Halt!" With a light shout, a group of patrolling people came up to greet them. Even though Yang Ling and the rest had passed through layers of checks to reach the central barracks, they still did not dare to be careless.
The lantern was raised and shone on Yang Ling's face. Cheng Qiyun said in a low voice, "His name is Xi Bin. He was originally one of the first batch of inner factory guards trained by Liu Biao and the others. At that time, he was already a baihu. He is a very alert and capable person."
Xi Bin also clearly saw Yang Ling and Cheng Qiyun in their half-masked attire. He hurriedly bowed and said, "High Duke, Chief Cheng, you've returned."
Cheng Qiyun responded and said, "Yes, we've returned. Strengthen the patrols in the barracks. Go."
"Yes!" Xi Bin pressed his knife and answered. He bowed to Yang Ling and Cheng Qiyun. With a wave of his hand, he led the guards away.
Cheng Qiyun dismissed the guards around her. Then, she looked around and asked with a smile that was not a smile, "Where does Milord rest?"
Yang Ling then realized there was a problem. The three tents in front were arranged in a zigzag pattern. The one in the middle was where they discussed business in the evening. That was Cheng Qiyun's residence. On the left was Adni's residence. There was still a faint light coming out of the small window. On the right was Hong Niangzi's tent. It was already pitch black.
Yang Ling hesitated for a moment. He clenched his fist and coughed twice. He braced himself and pointed to Adni's residence.
Cheng Qiyun giggled and laughed until Yang Ling's face heated up.
Cheng Qiyun's eyes glowed like a pair of glittering gems under the starlight and moonlight. "Then … Yun 'er will go back to her room to sleep. Lord … rest early."
She gracefully walked to the front of the tent. The curtain was lifted and the light shone through. Cheng Qiyun suddenly looked back with a smile and gracefully flashed into the room.
Yang Ling heaved a sigh of relief and turned to look at Hong Niangzi's silent tent. After a moment, he walked towards Adni's room. As soon as he lifted the curtain and stepped in, Yang Ling couldn't help but be stunned. The tent was brightly lit and the embroidered bed and drapery had been put down, but there was no figure of her in the thin curtain.
He had just turned around and wanted to find someone to ask when a figure flashed beside him. A soft and graceful person wearing only a beautiful silk dress had already thrown herself into his arms. That pair of plump and sexy lips had already passionately kissed Yang Ling's lips.
Yang Ling heaved a sigh of relief. His hands pinched that plump and plump buttocks, and the person in his arms let out a tender cry. Yang Ling had already grabbed her soft waist and carried her onto the wide low couch. For a moment, the scene of spring was boundless in the tent …
Beneath his feet was soft grass. Stepping on it was like stepping on an expensive Persian carpet. It was soft and bouncy.
In this large grassland, there were about a hundred tents densely packed together. They were all guards of various statuses stationed here. But even so, Xi Bin didn't dare to be careless. Even though he was guarding the last pass and was closely surrounding the three core tents, and although the responsibility of patrolling here was the greatest, he actually had the least amount of things to do.
He was still young, only thirty years old. Originally, he was just a small officer in the Shenji Battalion's Left Sentry Camp, but by a freak combination of factors, he entered the Inner Factory and quickly became a baihu with his intelligence and ability. He was satisfied and thought that he would be satisfied with this position for the rest of his life. However, he didn't expect that the elites of the Inner Factory would be stripped away overnight and disappear into the vast sea of people …
From then on, he was transferred to the border. Here, he now had his own ranch, more than twenty herdsmen and slaves, and even bought two young and beautiful concubines. He was respectfully addressed as Master Xi by the local herdsmen.
He cherished everything in front of him. He also believed that as long as he followed the State Duke, he would be able to obtain more and more. Yang Ling and Cheng Qiyun were his parents. Whoever dared to touch them would be making things difficult for him, Master Xi. It would be smashing his rice bowl and ruining his future. The blade in his hand would not hesitate to chop down.
There were only two shifts in the night, and it would take another three hours before they could change shifts to rest. Xi Bin raised his head to look at the bright moon in the sky. He gripped the hilt of the saber tightly and continued to walk around tirelessly.
"Halt! Who is it? Those who act rashly will be killed! "Following Xi Bin's low shout, the long saber in his hand was unsheathed. With a wave of his hand, it reflected the starlight that filled the sky, bringing with it a murderous aura as it swept towards the sneaky figure.
At the same time, a small team behind him pounced forward. Two of them brandished their sabers and formed a killing formation with him. The other six people split up to the left and right, blocking off any direction that the person could escape in.
"Ah!" Don't! Don't shoot, it's me! It's me! "
Yang Ling showed off his might and boiled the passionate Adni into a pile of mud. Finally, he couldn't feel at ease with Cui Ying'er, who was as strong as a mountain and as delicate as water, so he tiptoed out. He lifted his robe and carefully touched Red Lady's bedroom. Xi Bin's roar scared him to the point that he trembled and immediately stood there.
Xi Bin's saber had a sense of propriety. The steel saber was placed on his neck, but it did not injure him in the slightest. Only then did he take a closer look and immediately broke out in cold sweat. Xi Bin hurriedly moved the saber away and said in panic, "Duke, you … You are …?"
"I … Ah … I just arrived here, and I'm not used to sleeping. Thinking that there aren't any city walls or anything like that, I'm worried, so I came out … Cough cough, to patrol."
The lantern was carried over. The Duke looked like this … His long hair was tied behind his head, and he was wearing a pair of boots with clothes in his arms. There were faint traces of sweat on his face …
Xi Bin said awkwardly, "Don't worry, Duke, there are subordinates guarding outside. Nothing will go wrong. Uh, subordinate will go over there to patrol. Duke, please rest in peace. "
"Good, good! It's been hard on you. "
"It's not hard, not hard at all!" Xi Bin said as he slipped away with his saber without looking back.
Yang Ling looked left and right before hurriedly jogging to Red Lady's tent. He lifted the curtain and slipped in. There was no light in the tent, but the corner of the window had been opened and a beam of moonlight shone in.
Yang Ling whispered, "Ying 'er, Ying' er, are you asleep?"
There was no sound from the tent. Yang Ling smiled and quietly stood at the door for a while. He gradually adapted to the brightness in the tent and walked towards the bed in the tent.
He gently sat down on the bedside and stretched out his hand to touch. It was Ying 'er's smooth and round shoulder. With a shake of the shoulder, he shook his hand off.
Yang Ling burst out in laughter. After laughing, he kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the bed barefooted. As soon as the beauty on the bed was near him, she fiercely arched her back. It was unknown whether it was unintentional or not, but her body moved to a corner, giving him space.
"Slap!" His plump buttocks were hit. Yang Ling giggled and said, "Hey, why are you not sleeping so late? Still angry with me? "
Cui Ying 'er did not say anything with her back facing him. After a while, a low sobbing sound was heard.
In pain, Yang Ling moved closer to her. He stretched out his hand to caress her face, but the pillow was wet. He did not know how many tears she had shed that night.
Yang Ling said gently, "Silly girl, do you know why I scolded you so harshly, and even hardened my heart to make you sad for so long?"
Cui Ying 'er stopped crying but did not speak.
Yang Ling sighed and said in a low voice, "Because I am afraid, really afraid!"
After a long sigh, there was no more sound. Only their chests and backs were lightly touching due to their breathing.
After a while, Ying 'er saw that he did not speak anymore. She could not help but whisper with a nasal voice, "What are you afraid of?"
Yang Ling laughed secretly in his heart. His voice became even more gentle, so much so that he had goosebumps, "I am afraid that something will happen to you. On the battlefield, one careless mistake and you will be consigned to eternal damnation. I am afraid that you will make a mistake in your deployment and the great plan of the imperial court will come to a premature end. When will you be able to reunite? I am afraid that Qiqiu will not have a mother from now on. I am afraid … "
His hand gently wiped away the tears on Cui Ying 'er's face, "I am afraid that my little Ying' er will leave me from now on. We will be separated forever and it will be difficult for us to meet again. I scolded you like that and hardened my heart to let you use one night to think about my words. It is so that you will remember them unforgettable. You must understand these words well. A wrong decision on the battlefield, even someone as valiant as Guan Gong can walk out of the city of wheat. I would rather let you cry and let you be angry at me than to lose you … "
Tsk tsk, the pitiful heroic Hong Niang. She was not afraid of any martial arts but she had never experienced this kind of affectionate and mushy technique. Her heart suddenly felt much more comfortable. Yang Ling stretched his hand over again. Her body softly allowed him to pull her over. After a slight resistance, she was hugged in front of his chest.
"Then you … you can't tell me in private. You are in front of them, how do you want me to step down?" She seemed to be angry and resentful. There was even a hint of coquettishness.
Yang Ling chuckled, "I am afraid that you will not have a deep impression of it if I tell you in private."
"Hey, don't be angry. Actually, I am just using this as an excuse to tell the two of them. None of the three of you are easy to deal with. If I am not like this today, as long as you are not under my eyes, you would dare to do anything that could overturn rivers and seas. At this life and death moment, what if I make a mistake? If I act like this, the two of them will listen to me and remember it seriously! "
When Cui Ying 'er heard this, her anger that had just subsided was ignited again. She said stiffly, "Well, you are killing the chicken to warn the monkey. Are you using me, Cui Ying' er, to establish your prestige?"
"Stay away from me, don't touch me!"
"She doesn't like you to touch me. How can you be so shameless?"
"Cough, why would I want to give my own woman face?"
"Who told me that? From now on, I have to think of myself as the White-Clothed Thief Yang Ying. I have to make myself believe it in order to deceive others. I am now the White-Clothed Thief, the Northern Ying King of Dayuan, Yang Ying. You also want a man? "
"Yes!" Yang Ling smiled very wickedly. If there was a light, the expression on his face would be very annoying, "If a man is as beautiful as you and has such a good figure, then I want him."
"You … shameless!"
"Hehe, my little Yingying, there is something even more shameless. Do you want it?"
"No!"
"Say yes!"
"I won't say it!"
"Mmm … mmm … mmm …"
First, there was the creaking sound of the bed due to the struggle, and then … after a while, there was the sound of a man's breathing and a woman's squeaking of resistance.
Then, there was the sound of a man gasping for breath, "Say it! Say 'I want'! "
"Mmm ~ ~" The protest that came from her nose was like climbing a hill, pulling up a high, and then sliding down again.
"Say it or not? Say it or not? " Yang Ling and Adeni had already cooked a pot of fragrant rice. At this time, he was not in a hurry. He had the intention to tease Red Lady to yield, so he teased her like a dragonfly skimming the surface of the water. However, he still refused to knock on the door and directly attack the root of the problem.
Cui Ying 'er's delicate body trembled uncontrollably from his teasing. Her body had already issued a passionate call, but she clenched her teeth and refused to surrender.
Yang Ling leaned over her body and gently rubbed her two tight protrusions with his chest. There was a hint of smugness in his voice as he tempted her, "Good little Ying 'er, say it, say' I want ', your husband will give it to you."
His hot breath sprayed on Cui Ying 'er's face. Cui Ying' er suddenly straightened her waist. Her strength was like a flexible and powerful white python, and she suddenly flipped Yang Ling over on the bed. The big bed was big enough to lie six or seven people. Yang Ling's more than 100 kilograms body was bounced off and fell on the soft bed. He was feeling dizzy and disoriented when an enchanting and incomparably charming tigress under the moonlight covered his body.
With a satisfied moan, she continued to move quickly and powerfully …
The phoenix above the dragon had a different kind of charm!
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Guard Xi was annoyed that he bumped into the Duke's good deed. He wandered around for a long time before he dared to approach the tent of the three people again. Unexpectedly, as soon as he approached, he saw a figure sneaking out of Red Lady's tent and tiptoeing towards Adeni's tent.
Oh no! At this time, the bright moon was in the sky. Xi Bin could see clearly that it was the Duke who was having an affair. He was leading the way and had just turned around from behind a tent. When he saw this scene, he immediately waved his hand and hid behind the tent.
The guard behind did not know what had happened and immediately pulled out his saber nervously. There was a "clang" sound in the silent night, scaring Guard Xi so much that the veins on his forehead bulged.
Yang Ling suddenly heard the sound and looked up. He just happened to see someone flash to the back of the tent and at the same time, there was the sound of a saber being drawn. That tent was Cheng Qiyun's residence. Yang Ling was extremely shocked and immediately scolded in a low voice, "Who is it?"
Guard Xi stood out from behind the tent, like a child who had done something wrong. He lowered his head and said, "Duke, it's … it's me."
"Ah … Guard Xi, you … cough cough, are you patrolling the night again?"
"Yes, yes, Duke, you … you still can't sleep? No, no, no, you're still patrolling? "
"Yes, yes."
"Hahahaha …" Both sides laughed dryly. Imperial Guard Xi said, "High Duke, this lowly one is going to patrol over there. Uh … High Duke, rest early." After saying that, Xi Bin led his men and fled again.
Yang Ling sighed and immediately tiptoed towards Adeni's room. He had just taken two steps when he heard a cough. Yang Ling stopped and looked over. He saw that the curtain of Cheng Qiyun's tent was lifted and the light in the room reflected the exquisite curves of her beautiful body in a light gauze dress. A graceful beauty leaned against the door of the tent and said slowly, "Milord?"
"Cough! The night is long and I have no mood to sleep. I thought I was the only one who couldn't sleep, but it turns out that you can't sleep either! "
Cheng Qiyun giggled and said, "Sir has been patrolling with spears and sticks for half the night. I'm scared listening to it. How can I sleep? Since I can't sleep, do you want to come in and have a cup of tea?"
"Uh … okay, then … then I'll have a cup." Yang Ling braced himself and walked in.
As soon as the two people entered the room and the curtain was put down, Cheng Qiyun giggled and said, "You, the advantages are also the disadvantages. Even if other masters have many wives and concubines, it's only the women's duty to make the men happy. Who cares if the women want to be pitied or not?
If you are willing to take care of them, rain and dew equally, that's up to you. But you've just arrived here and you're tired, you ought to take care of your body a little more. Hey, why aren't you going to sleep? "
Yang Ling was overjoyed. He threw away his robe and rushed over in two big strides. With a whoosh, an old man crawled under the blankets and threw himself into Cheng Qiyun's fragrant bed. Cheng Qiyun walked over to the bed and blew out the lamp. She also turned over and got into bed. Yang Ling embraced her soft body in his arms and let out a satisfied sigh. He thought to himself, "The people of the grasslands shouldn't wake up so early, right?"
At this time, a black shadow quietly flashed into the tent of the great merchant Jia that Cheng Qiyun and Yang Ling had ordered to investigate and monitor his whereabouts. He felt his way to the low table in the darkness and took out a flint to light the oil lamp.
The skinny man woke up with a start. He poked his head out of the curtains to take a look, then flipped to the ground. He was only wearing a pair of pants, and his upper body was bare, revealing his strong skin that was full of scars.
"Go, go to the back of the tent to sleep. Your master has a big deal to discuss."
The two enchanting concubines hurriedly got up from the bed and hurriedly pulled over their clothes to cover their naked bodies. After putting on some simple clothes, they got off the bed and bowed to the man before quietly leaving through the corner door.
The thin man walked to the low table and drank a cup of herbal tea. He wiped his mouth and said, "How is it? Any news?"
Opposite him was a tall young man in black with an extraordinary bearing. He had heroic eyebrows and a handsome face. His eyes were like bright stars. He was none other than the Great Celestial Master under King Ning, Li Ziran, and the only surviving son of the Maitreya Cult Leader, Li Dali.
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