romantic flower

The moonlight is flowing, and the grass branches are rippling.

As the nets tightened in all directions, the circle that had been fighting all day gradually narrowed. Except for the thousand or so people who fled to the south, most of the remaining [-] people were caught in the net.

As the sound of killing gradually subsides, no matter how tragic and heroic the show will be, it will eventually come to an end.But at the outermost edge of this circle, in a tent among a pile of wheat waves, a beautiful scene is opening...

Fuyao bit her lip and grabbed the lapel of her clothes tightly and said, "You go out first, I can do it myself."

Song Yi shook his head unwillingly and said, "No, she will become my woman after all, how can I rest assured?"

"But...but I'm shy!" Fuyao bit her lip, a rouge-like blush instantly appeared on her face.

Song Yi walked over, held her hand in his hand, then slowly moved away from her skirt, and said to her, "Don't be afraid, I'm just applying medicine for you, and I won't really touch your body. "

Fuyao's body trembled violently, but he lowered his head deeply, not daring to look at Song Yi's serious eyes.

And Song Yi finally pulled out his hand, moved down to her slender waist, found the knot tied by the girl, and slowly untied the cloth strip around her waist.

As the clothes around his waist suddenly loosened, Fuyao trembled suddenly and let out a moan.

Song Yi asked worriedly, "Is the wound hurting?"

Fuyao blushed and shook her head...

With the rustling movement, the clothes fell off the ground, Fuyao finally couldn't help the dry shame, held Song Yi's palm, raised his red face and looked at Song Yi as if begging for mercy.

"Then you come by yourself?" Song Yi asked.

Fuyao thought for a while, and finally felt that it would be good if she could relieve some shame, so she nodded and unbuttoned the clothes herself...

With the movement of the clothes, a piece of white and dazzling skin was revealed, with the youthful and pure luster of a girl, which made Song Yi tempted.

Finally, as far as the eye could see, there was only the moon-white patch on the girl's belly to hide her shame, and Fuyao was trembling all over, standing there at a loss what to do.

Under the snow-white shoulders, the girl's slightly swollen chest was exposed, propping up the belly in a wonderful arc.

However, Song Yi looked away with pity...

On the fair skin, some clear scars appeared dazzlingly, especially on the exposed snow-white arms, several vertical and horizontal scars made Song Yi feel distressed.

It was the first time he saw so many parts of Fuyao's body, and it was also the first time he felt so distressed for her.He held her shoulders, which made Fuyao tremble slightly.

Then, under Song Yi's slight force, she turned around and exposed the girl's smooth and delicate back in front of him.But at this moment, there is a sharp wound on the girl's back muscle that should be white and flawless!

Song Yi stretched out his hand, and lightly touched the edge of the wound, Fuyao trembled slightly, and let out a cry of pain that he shouldn't have made.

"Does it hurt?"

After Song Yi asked, he felt that he was so stupid, how could the wound not hurt?

However, Fuyao really replied, "It doesn't hurt..."

"Silly girl, how can there be a wound that doesn't hurt!" Song Yi said pitifully, and then took the white cloth prepared earlier and dipped some wine to wipe the dried blood around the wound.

hiss ------

Fuyao's snow-white skin suddenly tightened, and a gasping sound came out of her mouth. Song Yi softly sighed, "Be patient, it's better to disinfect with shochu..."

"Hmm..." Fuyao bit her lip, and responded softly from her nasal cavity, as if blood was dripping from her face.

Song Yi gently wiped the area around the wound for Fuyao, and then sprinkled some golden sore medicine on her wound.

But soon, Song Yi faced a problem. He wanted to wrap up the wound for her to prevent the golden sore medicine from falling off due to exercise, but his hand needed to go under her belly to do it.

Fuyao sensed Song Yi's hesitation, instantly understood what he was going to do, and said shyly, "I can tie it up myself, give me the cloth strip..."

Song Yi hesitated for a moment, pressed the center of the cloth strip, and handed the two ends of the cloth strip to Fuyao.

Fuyao took the two ends and penetrated under the belly, and in this short moment, Song Yi caught the edge of the slightly raised belly showing two white arcs. People have an urge to squint and want to see the whole picture!

But Fuyao's movements were fast, and Song Yi slightly regretted that he only saw that brief ray of scenery.

After Fuyao's movements ended, she was about to pick up her clothes and put them on, but she was suddenly hugged by Song Yi in her arms.

Fang's heart trembled, and when she let out a moan, she struggled slightly, but was restrained by Song Yi's palm around her lower abdomen.

"Let go of me, I'll put on my clothes first..." Fuyao murmured, his body was slightly warmed up, and an extremely strange but similar feeling permeated his body.

"Hold me like this for a while, let me get closer to your scars." Song Yi said in her ear, gently following her delicate skin, touching her scars, trying to heal those glaring wounds. .....

Fuyao's heart softened, a sour and sweet taste spread in his chest, and he immediately lost the strength to refuse.And this posture is really a gentle embrace that no woman can resist!

At this moment, even though there were all kinds of grievances in my heart, it all turned into a moment of tenderness!

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On a moonlit night, Song Yi no longer had to think about changes in the battle situation. While more than [-] people guarded his side, the shrinking battle circle in the distance suddenly expanded.

With the death and injury of most of the Liangshan bandits, a small number of people took advantage of the night to break out of the siege, while the people scattered around the Fengxue wolf riders methodically harvested the lives of these villains...

In a tent three feet away from Fuyao's tent, there was another beautiful girl looking at the sky outside through a narrow square opening, feeling a little dazed!

After experiencing bloody scenes, Zhao Jingxue suddenly became extraordinarily quiet.At the beginning of leaving the battle circle, Song Yi thought she was injured, but after the final inspection, it was found that the blood was not from her, and he was relieved!

As for the scolding, Song Yi saw Zhao Jingxue's distraught look, and thought she was frightened, but in the end she couldn't bear to scold her.So she was given time to rest alone.

However, after going through the most thrilling fright in this life, Zhao Jingxue suddenly thought of the lingering sea of ​​flames and that fairy-like woman in white...

The woman's tears, and the pained look of the father when he was young, were repeatedly remembered in his mind, and gradually turned into pictures that seemed to be real.

She suddenly became extremely sad, because she always subconsciously touched the corners of her eyes and face, always feeling that there would be a trace of a warm teardrop that could not be wiped away.

Will that woman be the queen mother?

Zhao Jingxue was thinking obsessively, and suddenly thought of those days when she was a child with the Seventh Prince.

It seems that since she was sensible, she began to play around in the other courtyard of the Seventh Prince.And the palace is so big, she often doesn't know where she lives because she gets lost?

What frightened her even more was that there were many faces and people in the palace, but among the people she knew well, apart from her father and elder brother Qin Fang, only Concubine Zhen remained...

Of course, the scene at the age of seven made her understand that she was born a different child from others, and it was only then that she suddenly realized that she was born without a mother!

That year, she met brother Zhao Ze whom she seldom saw in Brother Qin Fang's other courtyard, and during those three days together, she saw with her own eyes that the gentle brother Qin Fang couldn't lift up in front of Zhao Ze. He started to speak, but was instigated by Zhao Ze to do various things, but in the end he was pushed to the ground and kicked by Zhao Ze!

At that time, although she was still young, she knew how to distinguish between good and evil, likes and dislikes, so she went up to argue, but was slapped by Zhao Ze. , finally came a woman.

That woman, in Zhao Jingxue's memory at the time, was extremely ugly, but when she thinks about it now, she is a very beautiful woman!

It was the woman who appeared suddenly, seeing her lovingly hugging Zhao Ze into her arms, asking and pampering her in every possible way, and she was left in the corner in despair, only then did she suddenly realize that she lost a mother who hugged her so lovingly!

Although after that, she ran to her father to complain, and the woman was taught a lesson by her father, but at that time she and everyone except the seventh prince had completely become indifferent strangers.

As for the doubts hidden in her heart about her mother, she once asked her father, but his father didn't answer her that time, but left her side strangely, and didn't visit her for half a month. she.

Thinking of those past events, and remembering that even her father and elder brother would never see each other again, Zhao Jingxue couldn't help but burst into tears, she could only hug her shoulders tightly and sob slightly.

While sobbing, the lingering nightmare finally became extremely real. Through the light of tears, she finally trembled in her mind, and saw clearly between the teardrops dropped by the woman in the white shirt like a fairy, Reflecting a baby's face...

"Ah------mother---------don't!!!"

All of a sudden, all the fuzzy pictures turned into transparent memories, Zhao Jingxue finally understood that she was born in that fire, and the woman in the fire...is her mother.

With her crying out, the image in her mind disappeared and turned into a scorching sea of ​​flames, swallowing everything...

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In the turbulent sea over there, a ship was being thrown up and down in the face of lightning and thunder, and a thin figure was in the cabin with a face as pale as snow.

He forgot his fear and the coast he should go to. At this moment, he kept chanting and praying for both the dead and the living.

Along with the treacherous waves, he and the ship were pushed to an uncivilized island country.