Zhen Ming saw her crying like a lost little girl, and she didn't know how to comfort her, she cried so much that her heart was twisted, and she really had no choice but to get into her quilt and hold her in her arms.

The eldest grandson, Belle, lay in his arms and sobbed for a long time, before she gradually stopped crying and hugged him tightly, and after a while, she heard her steady and calm breathing.

The jasmine scent emanating from her body made him never be calm, thinking about how to take her out of here, and what to do with her after escaping, in the past month or so, day and night, his attitude towards her was no longer as firm as when he rejected Gao Shilian.

She is now the princess of Qin, what else can he do with her?

This difficult question, which had been deliberately avoided by him all the way, resurfaced in his mind, and there was never a satisfactory answer.

……

When he woke up in the morning, a familiar soft touch came from the palm of his hand, and he instinctively rubbed it, and then pinched the soft particles like cotton candy on it, feeling it slowly stand up.

After a while, he suddenly woke up, opened his eyes suddenly, and saw that it was the eldest grandson Belle's reddened delicate face, staring at him with shame and anger, he glanced down with anxiety, and found that one of his hands had somehow burrowed into her pajamas, caressing her plump breasts, and was very light.

She didn't kick him away, nor did she slap him awake, this cute appearance that he picked up was an extremely severe test for any normal man.

And this time it was more serious than ever, for it was an indecent act to be done to her while she was sick, enough for her to shoot him a hundred times.

His brain teaser spun rapidly, his brain cells moved at the speed of light, and in a second he came up with a way to deal with it, and instead of apologizing or withdrawing his hand, he rubbed his mistake again.

Criminals who have been sentenced to hundreds of years in prison don't care about being sentenced to a few more decades, so why not take advantage of more tenderness before death?

Her breasts, although not as strong as Zhang's F Cup, but also have a D+ level, plump and soft, elastic, smooth and tender, want to pull your hand out of this gentle country, you need not only the perseverance to sit still, but also the courage of a strong man to break his wrist.

He kneaded it slowly and lightly for a while, and said seriously: "The body temperature has dropped, but it seems that there is still a little fever, and it should be fine if you take another dose of fever-reducing medicine and drink it." ”

Unexpectedly, the eldest grandson Belle did not punch and kick him like the previous times, looking at him with a look in his eyes that became a little strange, her pretty face blushed to the base of her neck, stared at him and asked, "Have you pinched enough?" ”

"Ahem...... I'm taking your temperature, what do you think I'm doing? The chest is the place that can best reflect a woman's physical health, temperature, elasticity, softness and whether there are hard lumps, can reflect women's health, let me tell you, Sun's Pharmacy was founded by me, in fact, I am also half a gynecological holy hand, from the diagnosis, it is very soft, very elastic, and well developed, and at the same time, the milk child and Xianggong are no problem, I believe it won't be long before you can be as alive as usual......"

Zhen Mingku's expression at this time was very professional and calm, and while making a "diagnosis" for her, he took the opportunity to withdraw his hand and get up and dress.

"I will definitely tell Sister Zhang about this." The eldest grandson, Belle, has gradually become resistant to this shameless and scoundrel behavior, and her pretty face turned red, and she said softly.

Zhen Mingku's head was also big when he heard this, and the assembly order of the herald sounded outside, and he hurriedly said: "The army is about to start, if you have nothing to do, get up and eat something first, and I won't carry you when you faint on the road for a while." ”

As he spoke, he hurriedly turned around and walked out of the tent.

The eldest grandson Belle looked at his back as if he was fleeing, his face was like a red glow, he bit his red lip, and it took a while to come back to his senses, get up and change into the armor and clothes of the little soldier.

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The army advanced all the way, and soon reached Baishui Township, thirty kilometers away from Jingzhou City, where the Tang army was stationed.

Xue Ju ordered to be stationed in place, preparing to send a vanguard battalion for a tentative attack the next day.

Once the official siege is launched, the casualty rate of the pioneer battalion will reach ninety percent, and even the brigade commander of the pioneer battalion will inevitably become cannon fodder.

That night, the eldest grandson Belle stayed in Zhen Mingku's tent nervously, waiting for Zhen Mingku's return from going out to explore the terrain.

Without his mobile phone, the game can't be played, she became a little uneasy, since she entered the barracks, in order to hide her identity, she hasn't taken a bath for many days, and he has been saying that she has the fragrance of jasmine, even if she doesn't take a bath for a month, it's still fragrant, and I don't know if it's a lie he told her to appease her, how she can't smell it, only smells the smell of sweat, which makes her uncomfortable.

She glanced back at the small wooden basin in the tent, and a look of heart flashed in her eyes.

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The pioneer battalion was stationed on the side of a small tributary of the Jing River, which at night seemed quiet and tranquil, flowing eastward.

A brigade commander of a pioneer battalion was bathing in the river when he vaguely saw a slender figure secretly scooping up a wooden basin of water from the river and sneaking back into the tent of another brigade commander in a pioneer battalion.

A look of suspicion flashed in the brigade commander's eyes, and he recognized this man as one of the two recruits he had been keeping an eye on for all this time, and rumors had been circulating in the barracks that the two men had a habit of breaking their sleeves.

Ever since he saw Zhen Mingku's little soldier rubbing the pills and wine, and found that this little soldier's skin was so white and tender that he didn't look like a man, he had been secretly paying attention to these two people, and was surprised that Zhen Mingku could survive in the recruit team many times and be quickly promoted to brigade commander.

In the moonlight, the figure of the eldest grandson Belle looked so slender, with a thin waist and hips, and a plump and protruding chest outline, which made him suddenly understand that this little soldier beside Zhen Mingku turned out to be a woman, and she was definitely a woman with excellent posture, otherwise it would be impossible to have such a pair of delicate and delicate little feet.

Discovering this big secret, the corners of the brigade's mouth turned up slightly, turned ashore, and red. Tiaotiao walked towards Zhen's camp tent.

……

The eldest grandson Belle was hiding in the camp tent at this time, taking off her shirt, revealing her delicate and graceful body, bending down to soak the towel and gently wiping it on her body.

She had her back to the entrance of the tent, so much so that she didn't notice a dark shadow sneaking in at the door.

Looking at the half-faded eldest grandson Belle in front of him, the majestic and full snow milk on his chest showed a trace of white jade-like luster in the darkness, this brigade couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and let out a grunt, looking a little frightened in the dark.

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The novel is not the official history, the events and characters are all fictional and fabricated to a certain extent, the eldest grandson maid married Li Shimin at the age of thirteen, Gao Shilian was exiled to Lingnan, these characters in the official history are just a name, in the novel, they are all fresh people, a lot of history has been changed unconsciously, please don't take it seriously.

The author has no intention of restoring the real history, because the matter has passed for thousands of years, and no one has seen it with their own eyes, so I just borrow their own wine in their bottles, and leave the restoration of history to those archaeologists, who may not be able to restore the real history, but only a little closer to the truth than the author, the difference between fifty steps and one hundred steps.

So the author has always emphasized jokes.