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The moist liquid in the acupuncture point was stirred out by the long fingers, and the center of the leg was covered with a thin layer of liquid. With every move of his fingers in and out, there was a shameful sound of water. She bit her lip in embarrassment and felt her own wetness. The whole center of her legs was filled with wetness, and even the soft cushions on the ground were wet. A constant reminder of how dedicated she is. Seeing that her face was so red that it was almost on fire, Zhong Xue couldn't help but smile. Her reaction was so cute. I’ve done it many times and I’m still shy. Just like the first time by the river, she tried her best to hold back and refused to comply, but she couldn't help being seduced by him and got out of hand. Zhong Xue There was an evil smile at the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly wanted to tease her and see her more intense reaction. Looking down from her point of view, he saw his face buried between her legs, opening his lips, licking the petals with the tip of his tongue... "Don't..." She widened her eyes in panic, subconsciously trying to close them tightly. Legs. He is Lord Jun, how could he do such a thing? But as if he had anticipated her reaction, he clasped her thigh with his big hand. The wet and hot lips and tongue held the wet petals, sucked hard, and then opened his mouth to cover the flower hole, teasing it with his tongue. The fingers also plucked the petals, squeezed in hard, filled the flower wall again, and moved back and forth, while the tip of the tongue followed the rhythm of the fingers and poked the flower flesh. The swollen flower core was also played with by the fingers, and they were violently pulled in and out, deepening her pleasure and making her unable to resist, and soft moans kept escaping from her mouth. The intoxicating * made her involuntarily indulged in it, and she even opened her thighs, matching his movements, and enthusiastically raised her round buttocks, so that he could tease her private flower more wantonly. She seemed to be on the clouds, floating on the sky. This feeling cannot be described in words. She felt as if she was not in a military tent or a military camp, but was being carried high into the sky by a big bird, above the clouds. Crush. On the top of the mountain. Looking at the vast sea of clouds in the canyon, I suddenly jumped down. Then it felt as if the body was being torn apart. It wasn't pain, but a special kind of erratic distortion. Zhong Playing with bloody tadpole meat. The thick fingers and long tongue kept provoking, and the water flowed out. The charming sweet liquid made him keep sipping and making shameful slurping sounds. Hear the sound of him passing by. The flower holes are throbbing even more, the more sex there is, and the creeping movement between the flower walls becomes faster. San Chun bit her lip, "Well..." Only the two of them could hear the slight moan. There was an uncomfortable expression on her face. She seemed to be suffering some pain, and there were fine drops on her forehead. beads of sweat. Sudden. She seemed to have entered another fairyland, and she involuntarily made a cat-like sound in her throat, teasing Zhong Xue's nerves.
The fire burned fiercely, making it impossible for him to control himself. He hadn't intended to be here, after all, this was the Central Army Tent, bustling with people, and one could never know if some clumsy fool would barge in. But once the flames were ignited, how could they be extinguished?
He had been suppressing his purely masculine desires when she sat down beside him. He could feel her warmth and fragrance, enticing his heartbeat. He tried hard to ignore it but overestimated his willpower.
Just as he was about to unfasten his clothing to let the long dragon slip in, at that critical moment, the curtain was suddenly lifted, and Dong Cheng walked in from outside. Upon seeing San Chun sitting sideways at the table in an awkward position, he couldn't help but pause slightly.
He asked, "Where is Lord Jun?"
San Chun had a thick layer of something on her face, making it impossible to discern her expression. The tables were set up for discussions and were much larger than usual wooden tables. Zhong Xue was crouched underneath; from the outside, one could not tell that anyone was there.
San Chun suppressed her body's tremors and smiled at him, "Lord Jun just went out."
Dong Cheng was very clever; he could tell something was off just by looking at her. When he saw the corners of clothing peeking out from under the tables, he immediately understood what was going on.
He smiled and pretended to look around anxiously, "Ah, he's really not here. If you see Lord Jun, tell him that the generals are waiting for a meeting and that he should hurry." He winked at San Chun.
At this moment, San Chun couldn't care less about understanding his meaning. After he left, she hurriedly nudged Zhong Xue, "Get up quickly; you're needed for the meeting."
Zhong Xue reluctantly sat up and gritted her teeth, "That damned strategist really should find himself a wife or concubine." Little did she know that interrupting someone else's intimate moments was one of the cruelest things one could do.
The way he pouted was quite comical, especially with a patch of white substance on his lips, which made her both laugh and feel shy; after all, that was her own fluid... She had enjoyed it so much earlier that she couldn't help but moan.
She wanted to remind him but felt too embarrassed to say anything. Pretending not to see, she quickly lowered her head to put on her clothes. Fortunately, in his haste earlier, he hadn't removed her outer garments but only stripped away her undergarments; otherwise, if Dong Cheng had come in just then, it would have been far more complicated.
Good things were interrupted, and Zhong Xue was clearly feeling unsatisfied. He adjusted his clothes and said to her, "You wait for me at home. I'll come find you tonight."
San Chun nodded slightly, watching him walk out with a "Big Gun" held high, looking proud and confident. She almost laughed out loud. His heavy clothing couldn't hide the impressive sight of his "Big Gun," and she wondered if the soldiers would chuckle at him.
Zhong Xue was not foolish enough to let anyone see him in that state. After wandering around outside for a while, he waited until his desires had faded, then instructed a soldier to fetch water so he could wash his face before meeting with several generals. As for whether the soldier had laughed at him, it seemed not, as he had never dared to look up.
Although he intended to find her that night, once the war broke out, some matters would have to be set aside. That evening, the Wei Army launched its final assault, breaching Yancheng. Yan Ping led a group of Chu Army soldiers to flee overnight, while General Feng Kai pursued them for several dozen miles but failed to capture anyone.
At dawn, Zhong Xue entered the city with the Wei Army. He was too busy with official duties to pay attention to her, so he sent a hundred soldiers to escort her away to Wei Kingdom.
San Chun had already made up her mind. She appeared very obedient and quiet along the way. Once they were over a hundred miles away and it would take some time for the soldiers to return with news, she took off running.
After two years of escaping, she had gained experience; those people could hardly catch up with her. She headed straight for Zhao Kingdom, having previously arranged to meet Winter Bamboo Shoot at the border of Chu Kingdom.
Upon reaching the border of Chu Kingdom, she hired a carriage to take them both toward Zhao Kingdom.
San Chun initially didn't want to bring Winter Bamboo Shoot along, but since she understood the situation in Zhao Kingdom well, her help was indispensable.
They hurried along the way and finally arrived at Handan. Entering Handan City this time felt completely different from last time; previously filled with anticipation, this time it was calm yet anxious.
Once inside Handan City, she inquired and confirmed that Ji Xun had been imprisoned. Anxious in her heart but unsure of what to do, she regretted listening to Winter Bamboo Shoot's urging to come to Handan like this.
What was she in Handan? What ability did she have to rescue him?
Since I have come here, I should understand the situation. I chose a popular restaurant, sat down, and listened to the idle chatter of the passing guests.
The prince's imprisonment was a major event in Handan, and even after a month, the discussions remained fervent. However, the most debated topic was Zhao Wang's attitude. Despite the solid evidence, there had been no trial or conviction. No one could guess what this king was thinking.
San Chun gave the restaurant two coins and asked about the events leading up to this situation.
The waiter said, "This matter is quite strange. About a month ago, the king fell ill and transferred some military power to the prince. In fact, our prince is also in poor health and often faints inexplicably. He hardly visited the army after that; all military affairs were handed over to General Zhao Shuyan. This general has always been well-liked and often drinks with three or five friends. Suddenly, one night while drunk, he told his friends that the prince was plotting rebellion and instructed them to gather the troops in preparation for an attack on Zhao Kingdom. His friends were shocked and hurried to report this to the king, claiming that the prince was plotting rebellion. The king did not believe it but still felt that Six Young Master should be cautious, which led him to order a search of the Crown Prince's Residence. They indeed found royal robes, a crown, and boxes of weapons." At this point, everyone sighed; who would have thought that such a gentle and friendly prince would plot rebellion?
As for what happened later, Zhao Wang had Six Young Master interrogate Zhao Shuyan, who confessed without hesitation. At this point, Ji Xun had no room for defense and was thrown into prison. This incident had recently spread throughout the streets; if you randomly pulled someone on Main Street, they could tell you a few things about it. Whether it was true or not was another matter, but each version seemed to grow more outrageous than the last. Some claimed that the prince had long harbored rebellious intentions and seized military power while the king was gravely ill; others said that the king had seen through his scheme and set a trap for him to fall into. There were also claims that Six Young Master reported the prince's rebellion to the king, which led to his arrest.
In short, there were many conflicting stories, but no one knew which version was true. Although it seemed that there was solid evidence on the surface, San Chun did not believe Ji Xun would rebel, especially since there was a significant doubt: why would Zhao Shuyan expose the prince? It seemed like a drunken slip of the tongue, but how could someone who frequently drank happen to let such information slip?
Unfortunately, she was neither in charge of the case nor part of Zhao Kingdom's elite; at this critical moment, she couldn't speak up for him. But what about Zhong Ling? She was Ji Xun's wife and Taizai's daughter; she should be able to speak out. So why hadn't they stepped forward?
Just as she pondered this, she suddenly heard a rapid sound of hooves on the street, followed by someone shouting, "Make way! Make way! The lady is coming!"
San Chun instinctively leaned out her head and saw an extremely luxurious carriage passing by on the street, pulled by a chestnut horse trotting lightly. The copper bell hanging from the horse's neck jingled with its steps, producing a crisp sound.
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