Walk!Go and marry the king!

Chapter 124 The General Likes To Torture Women
Jiu'er smiled slightly, and came over to help Mu Luoxiao cover up the quilt, knowing it clearly, "Miss, you are at odds with the prince again."

"Don't mention him to me! Make trouble!"

"Okay, don't mention Jiuer, that lady, let's sleep, it's late at night."

When the quilt was covered, she hesitated for a moment, her eyes flashed with anxiety, her eyelids were raised, and she put aside the quilt with one hand and got out of bed.

"Jiu'er, prepare a pen and paper for me."

She was so overwhelmed by guilt that she couldn't sleep, so she had to get up and ponder over the love letter, which gave her a headache. She couldn't write brilliant poems, and she didn't want to fool the past.

The little brows were frowned, and the ink was painted on the face, still unconscious, staring at the ceiling and thinking, "What should I write?"

As the night flowed, the master and servant were surrounded by crumpled paper balls, but the people on the chair were still helpless and clueless.

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The night was windy and snowy, and it was freezing cold. Just as Mu Luoxiao was racking his brains to study the love letter, within a hundred miles outside the capital, the Zhao family army, who had been exhausted for more than a month, led General Zhao Changyun's order to set up camp in the same place.

The Zhao family army is the only army that is independent of King Qi's military power. Its number is small, only [-]. [-], the appearance has already changed invisibly.

At this moment, when it was approaching Zishi, when everything was quiet, there were horrific cries for help from the main camp. The soldiers standing guard in front of the tent seemed to be used to it, and there was not much disturbance on their faces. Weak, until the surroundings returned to tranquility again, at this time, the soldiers who had been standing loosely turned around and walked into the tent tacitly. The scene that caught their eyes was very familiar, which was their "daily life".

The soldier raised his eyes for a moment and saw the man leaning on the bed. His right leg was stretched out, his left leg was bowed, and his left wrist was lightly resting on his left leg. Looking up, he took off his heavy military uniform. The long coat reveals a bronze-colored strong chest, and sweat soaks through the long clothes, which is alluring and seductive; further up, on the same bronze-colored resolute face, with thin lips and nose, eyelids lightly closed, and a few strands of hair scattered on the forehead. His hair was sticking to his face mixed with sweat. He was obviously only twenty-nine years old, and there was no childishness on his face, only the pride and unrulyness of standing proudly in the world.

Such a handsome and delicious man is really a visual feast. The premise is that there is no woman under him. That man covers his face with disheveled hair, covering the bloody flesh inside. Lying motionless on the ground, apparently dead,
"General."

"Drag out."

The man's voice was lazy and casual, and there was even a trace of perverted satisfaction. In his hand was a blood-stained dagger, which came from the same source as the scarlet on the woman's body.

The soldier picked up the dagger neatly and dragged the woman out of the tent. As soon as the two of them left, someone came in to deal with the blood stains on the ground.

The general liked to torture women. This was a well-known fact in the army. No one knew why he hated women so much, and no one dared to ask.

When Zhao Changyun closed his eyes and took a nap, his subordinates had already prepared the bath water. He tapped his knees with his fingers, and suddenly opened his eyes, as if he had an answer to what he was thinking.

Standing up and stepping into the bathtub, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his nose sounded a little louder. He was very greedy for the air in this place. After three years, he finally came back.

(End of this chapter)