Chapter 299

"Men and women should not be treated with courtesy." Feng Zhiwei said in a solemn voice, "he knows this."

"Come on, the baths he knows are all washed by his own hands, and he knows that they are not women's?"

I'll tell you what you're saying

The river is not big. There is a small forest on the opposite side. There are a few sparse trees. The river is clear and shining in the moonlight. When they look at it, they suddenly feel more itchy. Hua Qiong has begun to take off her clothes. Feng Zhiwei signs behind her in a hurry.

Young master Gu, who followed him, turned around obediently.

He sat by the river, with his back to the river, facing a big stone with two people's clothes on it. Feng Zhiwei took off his mask and clothes and went into the river.

After fighting in Northern Xinjiang, she didn't take a bath for a long time, so she had a rare chance. Feng Zhiwei decided to wash her hair. She untied her long hair, stood in the river and combed her slightly knotted hair.

The moon like milk pouring down, according to the river, according to the exquisite graceful female body in the river, and then according to the shore side of the white stone.

Young master Gu sat in front of the white stone, intently guarding the clothes of the two women.

Under the moon, the white stone is like a mirror, reflecting the scenery in the river, and he happens to be sitting in front of the mirror.

The white stone is like a curtain, reflecting the delicate curves of a woman. Her long hair is like a waterfall, hanging down on her delicate shoulders. It is beautiful and like a flowing outline. It almost reaches the knee socket. Her legs are slender like jade bamboo. Her body curve is as smooth as a lute. At the waist, it is a tight band that can't be grasped, and then upward, it is just a slight bulge

Gu Nan Yi suddenly turned away his eyes. In a moment, the moon was thin and transparent, reflecting the red of his ears.

For the first time in my life, I blushed only for the figure projected on the white stone.

His fingers pinched the grass on the ground. Gu Nan Yi calmed his heart for more than ten years. At this moment of the night, when he saw the scenery on the stone, he suddenly jumped up. The more he jumped, the more he jumped, the more he leaped. It seemed that there was a galloping horse, and his feet were pounding, which made him trample on the rivers and mountains in an instant.

Gu Nan Yi held down his heart and thought that he had a fatal disease at this moment.

He was confused in a desire to move, trying to control his first runaway consciousness, so he didn't notice that there was a slight sound in the woods across the river where he was facing his back.

There, behind a pile of scattered stones, there is a shadow, a pair of eyes slender and bright in the dark, such as the ghost fire light floating.

He stares at the two women in the river and falls on Feng Zhiwei again.

In the river on a moonlit night, the sound of the water covers everything. Feng Zhiwei concentrates on combing her tangled hair. Half of her face falls in the moonlight, with a skin as bright as snow, pure and gorgeous as far as her vulgarity.

Under her long eyelashes, the moon shows a light and gentle arc. Taking off her double mask, she washes away the turmeric and smokes her eyebrows, showing her crystal skin, flying long eyebrows, and the eyes of autumn water covered by smoke cage fog.

The people in the woods, staring at Feng Zhiwei, have a strange light in their eyes, and then their eyes fall on the human skin mask which is pressed down with stones on the Bank of the river.

He gradually floating a thin smile, like a steel wire, pulled across the quiet night, swept out the edge like snow.

After a long time, Feng Zhiwei and Hua Qiong wash up and go ashore. Gu Nan Yi always has a stiff back to them, without turning back.

The shadow had been waiting for the three people to leave, just like a smoke, disappeared in the moon.

The sun on the grassland, the brilliant rise, the sun under the long motorcade, meandering.

This is the convoy that carries grain and grass to fengzhiwei's Shunyi Tieqi. The grain and grass of huzhuo tribe has always been obtained from Yuzhou. Originally, Shunyi Tieqi could ask for grain allocation from the main camp. However, fengzhiwei moved to northern Xinjiang, and its presence was uncertain. Moreover, he didn't trust the main camp. Therefore, Yuzhou allocated grain to huzhuo, and helianzheng and fengzhiwei agreed on the location of grain collection. The huzhuo people had a good understanding of the terrain If you are familiar with it, you will not be taken advantage of by Da Yue.

This time, there are also some serious ones in Shunyi.

Although Feng Zhiwei didn't talk about his battle plan to he Lianzheng, he Lianzheng guessed from her actions that she was going to take risks. He was worried and gave huzhuo affairs to Princess peony. He personally escorted the supplies to fengzhiwei.

Take risks. Take risks together.

Anyway, there are peony concubines on the grassland, and "know the living Buddha".

He Lianzheng rode on his horse, thinking that he would soon see feng Zhiwei, with a bright smile on his lips.

There was a sudden pause, and then there was some commotion.

He Lianzheng stood up.

"King!"

A soldier ran over, his eyes surprised, "front Front... "

He Lianzheng frowned and pulled his horse before he finished.

His horse is Jin Siyu's unique Yue horse. Fengzhiwei gives it to him. Jin Siyu and he Lianzheng have an indirect feud for killing their father. He Lianzheng spent a long time to train this horse and ride it to relieve his anger.

Among the crowd ahead, there was a woman with dishevelled hair and clothes.He Lianzheng's heart leaped. His first reaction almost thought that there was something wrong with the cavalry. After a careful look, he was stunned.

"May Mei... " He stammered in a rare way.

People on the ground raised their heads, blue and swollen face, only a pair of eyes, or old color.

When he saw his tears, it seemed that his eyes were dull and blue for a moment.

There is no sound of the kind of crying, the body like there are countless fountains, the liquid will be spewing out silently, it seems that there will never be an end, will always be so endless flow down.

She was convulsed with tears, and her eyes turned white. The tears ran down her swollen, bruised face. The dust on her face washed away like a ditch, but she could not make any crying.

It's not a deep, deep, wordless pain that no one can cry like this.

All of them showed a look of impatience.

They all know Meiduo, the glorious and colorful woman, who has lived in the royal court like a princess for many years. No one can connect her now miserable with her original one.

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