: The Scared Dream

Huadang's camp killed cattle and sheep, waiting to celebrate the great victory of the leader, but what the unpreventive camp came was not Huadang and the soldiers who returned in triumphantly, but Boyan's sudden attack.

Boyan was holding a slim woman in white in her arms. From a distance, she looked like she was holding a white Hada, but what he dedicated to the people of the Boyan tribe was the rain of arrows and the ruthless slaughter. Boyan, with naked eyes and murderous aura, was like a demon god rushing out of hell.

Boyan's ally, Hardan Batel, led the five thousand scattered arrangements, and secretly received some surveillance from the warriors. He took advantage of the opportunity of the Huadang tribe being caught in a brief chaos due to the sudden attack to seize weapons and fight inside.

The tribal soldiers and family members who were preparing to hold a celebration party were attacked by inside and outside, caught off guard. For a moment, corpses were everywhere, and countless casualties were killed or injured. The entire battle situation was completely reversed due to Hua Dang's death. The defeated generals fled all the way east and retreated to the territory of the three guards of Duoyan.

The three guards of Duoyan were headless and the people were in panic. The tribe's leader, Shunming King Huadang and the little prince Als, all died on the battlefield. However, judging from the tribe's strength, among the three guards of Urianha, Taining Guard and Fuyu Guard's strength and total strength were still not as strong as those of Duoyan Guard in Huadang's headquarters. Yin Qi, the daughter of the Duoyan Guard's leader, had to take responsibility for the time being, and commanded his father's brother to be the master of the boss, Bai Yin, the resourceful leader of Fuyu Guard, and at the same time asked the Daming Guard for help.

Boyan did not pursue the victory. His territory was not yet stable. He had to first scattered on the grassland, those neutral tribes who were forced to surrender to Huadang, and took them back while the fire sieve that was about to sit in the mountains and watch the tiger fights had not yet reacted.

Liaodong garrison and Shenyang garrison were very nervous, and the alert suddenly doubled. Even the north-north Nurgandus were closely watching everything and follow-up updates on the grassland.

Wu Jie and others waited for a big bad news. They were forced to flee back to Duoyanwei with the defeated soldiers of the Huadang tribe. After quickly understanding the current complex situation, they kept people to watch the situation while also setting off quickly to the inner city of the pass. The changes in the situation outside the pass became more complicated than the three heroes and immediately. He had to report the details to the court immediately and come up with countermeasures.

No matter what is outside the border, there is no need to worry about the originally ambitious flower, and the most amazing hero. Once he dies, his passion and ambitions will be put into the flow of water and turn into dust. When the flower dies under the flower, he will be romantic even if he is a ghost. The hardship is those who want to make achievements in troubled times and be followers of a romantic figure.

That night, Yang Ling was also dreaming, a beautiful spring dream.

He dreamed that he was in the Shanglin Garden, with the green lake beside him. The green grass beneath him was as beautiful as heaven. The half-height green grass covered his figure sitting on the ground with Princess Yongfu. No one could see him sitting inside.

"In front of him is a princess. He wants to behead his head if he is rude. He either chops his big head or small head. Don't be rude. Never be rude!" Yang Ling secretly warned himself. He also wanted to figure out why he appeared here. He felt that the scene in his eyes seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember what was going on.

Yang Ling was about to leave, but unexpectedly, a pair of slender hands suddenly grabbed him. Looking up, Princess Yongfu glanced at him with affectionate eyes, held his hand, and smiled sweetly. She said softly: "Come on. Come with me."

A faint smoke dissipated, and somehow the two appeared in a luxurious and tall palace. What a big palace, there was no side to see, and there was a faint smoke everywhere. The huge pillars stood in the clouds, and the roof of the palace could not be seen. In such a large palace, there was milky white everywhere and empty everywhere. There was only one thing in the palace--a bed, a gorgeous big bed.

The fragrance of beasts lingered, and the large bed carved with yellow rosewood was hung with gauze cloth on all sides. Yongfu quickly walked to the edge of the tent, lifted a corner of the tent, turned around and looked at him with a shy and cute smile, and then got in.

Then he saw Princess Yongfu getting on the bed, and looked back and said coquettishly to him: "Hate, are you still not here?"

"You...you are the princess..." Yang Ling struggled, still retaining the last hint of clarity in his heart.

"The princess is also a flesh-and-blood woman. Do I like you to treat others as a god or to love her as a woman? You are in vain for your wisdom for a lifetime..." The lingering sound is vague, but the meaning is self-evident.

Yang Ling was confused and confused when she heard this. She threw her identity as a princess behind her mind and couldn't help but walk in.

"Come on", the soft expression seemed to be a smile, and the sound was soft, like a clear spring flowing through the grass.

"I...I..." Yang Ling choked and couldn't speak, and the alarm bell in his chest was shaking, but he took off his clothes by chance.

Yongfu shouted in a whisper. Xianxian's fingers covered her pretty face with shame, but opened her fingers and looked at him secretly.

Yang Ling shouted: "I'm here!", and then he jumped and rushed onto the bed.

The scene in front of him suddenly changed, and the bed suddenly turned into a burst of smoke. He couldn't hold his body at all. Amid Yongfu's giggle, Yang Ling's body suddenly passed through the bed and sank down.

Yang Ling was so scared that he was sweating profusely. He was about to shout, but suddenly he felt his body being held back by the bed again. Looking around, there was a cold and dark little house. A lamp was like beans. He lay naked on the bed, his hands and feet were tied up.

"What's wrong with me?" Yang Ling was surprised when he saw Miao Kui smile coming towards him. The smile, coupled with the faint lights in the cottage, looked a little gloomy and terrifying.

"Eunuch Miao?"

Miao Kui lowered his waist and smiled at him, "Mr. Grandpa, your courage is so great. Now the emperor is the emperor. You dare to make a decision. Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk

"Ah? The emperor knows?" Yang Ling was shocked and then thanked repeatedly: "Thank you, thank you, Eunuch Miao, thank you, Eunuch Miao."

"Hi! What are you thanking?" Miao Kui flew at him: "If you hadn't helped me with advice, I would have let the Hongniang run away, could the emperor spare me easily? Reciting rituals."

"I......" Yang Ling felt a little guilty, and he felt that Miao Kui's smile was a little weird. Could it be that Miao Kui already knew his true intention? Yang Ling was shocked and was about to test again, but he found Miao Kui's hand was exploring his underground body. He couldn't help but be shocked: "Eunuch Miao, what are you doing?"

Miao Kui blinked and smiled, "Castrated, the emperor won't kill you anymore, but he didn't say he wouldn't punish you anymore. Don't be afraid, our family will be gentle. This knife is fast. If you cut it down, you will be over. From now on, we will all be in the palace, hahaha..."

"What? No, no!" Yang Ling was so shocked that he sweated heavily, and beads of sweat as big as soybeans seeped out one by one. He widened his eyes, looked at the shaky knife raised in Miao Kui's hand, and shook his head desperately.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, Duke Wei's capital is really majestic and majestic, alas! What a pity. Let's go back and tell you that this treasure will not be put into the treasure room. Duke Wei, please take it home."

Miao Kui said in detail: "It has to be put in place. If it is air-dried, then there will be only a layer of skin left. It has to be served in a glass bottle and marinated with special medicine. There are prescriptions in the palace. Let's copy the prescriptions to you. Hey, isn't Mrs. Wenxin a miracle doctor? Maybe there are better medicinal materials, and maybe it can be soaked more strongly. You, soak it in the bottle and take it out when you have time. It's also a thought..."

"Don't cut it! I will never dare to touch the princess again, no! No!"

Seeing the knife passing through the air with a cold light, it suddenly swung down, Yang Ling was sweating heavily and screamed in shock!

"Hu...Hu...Hu...Hu..." Only the sound of breathing and his pounding heartbeat, Yang Ling opened his eyes, gasped heavily, calmed down, and realized that the room was quiet. The faint fragrance was faint, and he was lying on the soft embroidered bed, covered with a brocade quilt.

There is also a candle on the table, but the light in the gauze cover has become extremely dim, and the dark light is somewhat similar to the scene in the dream.

"Where am I? Uh... it turns out to be a dream." Yang Ling took a breath of confidence, and was about to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead.

"Husband, what's wrong with you?" The young lady beside her was awakened from her sleep. She opened her hazy eyes and quickly sat up. She pressed her loose crescent white cotton coat to her body, arching a pair of warm and soft jade rabbits.

"No. It's okay." Yang Ling calmed down a little, and felt a little dry and dry: "You...... you hold it even when you fall asleep."

"Go to you, who likes to hold it? You think it's delicious." The young lady blushed. She pushed Yang Ling embarrassedly and said coquettishly: "It's not you, but she's still like a child when it's over. She has to let someone hold it for you before she can sleep. As a result... she's too tired and... she fell asleep accidentally."

The young mother stuck out her tongue mischievously and smiled in a princess.

Her hair was slightly dissipated, her starry eyes were hazy, and her sweet face was covered with a blush. Her beauty was sweet when she slept in the spring. The girl's childishness was slightly more charming and the charm of a woman was revealed. Yang Ling saw the charming expression that the young lady occasionally showed. She felt that she was warm and infinite, and the fear in her heart gradually faded.

The young lady lay gently on Yang Ling, touching his still pounding chest, and said softly: "Honeyone has a nightmare? Look at you sweating."

She stretched out her small shirt and gently wiped the sweat on Yang Ling's forehead.

Yang Ling sighed and said, "Well, I had a dream, you... didn't hear me talking in my sleep?"

"What did you hear? People... They usually wake up when they sleep. But today... they are all distracted by you and are very tired. I heard you scream, and I wake up now," the young lady replied shyly.

"Hmm? Oh! It's so scattered well, and the land is so weak." Yang Ling muttered secretly, and immediately felt relieved: "If the dream talk was completely heard by the young lady, I don't know how to explain it. How could I mention such a ridiculous dream to her?"

He lifted the quilt, walked to the table naked and grabbed the teapot and "Gudong Gudong" to fill herbal tea, then walked back to the bed, raised the pillow a little, held the young lady in her arms, gently patted her shoulders, and said, "It's okay, let's sleep."

Seeing that his expression calmed down, the young lady nodded gently, curled up on his chest like a kitten.

Yang Ling thought about it, sighed softly, and said to himself: "Go to sleep, tomorrow, I have to go and see Princess Yongfu."

The young lady lay on his chest and said sleepyly: "Well, my husband should have gone long ago. If it weren't for your shot, how could the princess be injured? But since she sent someone back, you have never been to the door again. Our family is really unreasonable in terms of etiquette."

She yawned and murmured: "Sister Wenxin has been there for several days. The injury has been healed and no scars have been left on the wound. It is a blessing. But my husband would still go there in person and ask some questions."

"Well......" Yang Ling was also tired. He turned his body and put his thigh on the young lady's plump and round buttocks. He twisted his body, chose the most comfortable position, and then yawned lazily and said, "I'll go tomorrow, go to bed now."

"The princess is really precious, and her life is even more expensive. Yang Ling, this is not a woman, that is a tragic disaster. If you have no wife or concubine, then it would be fine. How can you be involved with the dignified Princess of the Ming Dynasty now? Be content, people are not satisfied with the snake. Not to mention that they really have anything to do with the princess, I just let the emperor hear some news, and use the people he hates most to deceive and hurt his personality. I have no good results.

Even if he understands that the princess likes me, so what if we get close to me? No matter how close we are... that is his real girl. If the emperor does not protect his sister or the royal demeanor, will he be facing me? No, when I go to see the princess tomorrow, I must find a satisfactory princess for the princess as soon as possible, otherwise it will burn her body.”

Yang Ling thought vaguely. Although he felt a little uncomfortable when he thought of such a sweet and cute little princess marrying someone else's wife, he was not as good as joking about his life and his life. He did not have such a rich imagination at all. He dared to imagine any possibility between himself and the princess: "Who was the first prize in the new subject last year? Ah...... Ah...."

After a long yawn, he buried his face in the young lady's soft and fragrant long hair: "If you are old, the top scholar and the princess will be considered to be comparable to each other..."

He thought tiredly, and a soft little hand gently slid from his chest to his abdomen, and then naturally leaned into his crotch. Yang Ling, who was about to fall asleep, woke up suddenly, grabbed the tender horn, and said with lingering fear: "Don't... don't, don't sleep, my wife, let's go to bed..."
Chapter completed!