After returning to the Marshal's Mansion, Han You simply ate a few mouthfuls of food and returned to the bedroom, bowing his head over the papers.
The dead eunuch Tang Mi who came before left yesterday. Before leaving, Han You asked about the situation in Beijing. The candidates for the three-province system have not been announced yet. The list should have been finalized. It happened to be delayed due to the Nanguan incident. The victory was great. This matter should be settled after the military report is sent to the capital, but I don't know who the candidates for Zhongshu Ling and Shangshu Ling will be besides Shizhong.
Although he was in Nanguan, Han You was still very concerned about the affairs in Beijing. He didn't want to admit it but had to admit that at his position, the changes in high-level personnel in the court had a great influence on him.
From a personal point of view, Han You hopes that Qian Ji can take charge of Zhongshu Province and serve as Zhongshu Ling. As for the Shangshu Ling who does not have much real power but only offends others, it does not matter.
When he picked up his pen, Han You, who wrote letters almost every night, suddenly didn't know what to write. He had asked everything that needed to be asked, said everything that needed to be said, and had almost written everything that needed to be written.
After putting down his pen, Han You returned to the bed and lay down, thinking.
The imperial court's control over the Southland is too poor, and some manpower should be left to form the Yi Dao Camp.
Thinking of this, Han You sat up and wrote a few more pinyin on the booklet.
A lot of the content in the booklet is in pinyin. After all, there are many secrets in it. In addition to the "deal" of Zhao Jiazu of the Zhao family, Zhao Xiong is also planning about the hidden house of the Nandi family.
Han You lay down and closed his eyes, lying quietly.
The sound of a watchman banging a wooden clapper came, and it was nine o'clock in the morning. Han You suddenly opened his eyes, and his brows knitted together unnaturally.
After lying down for a while, Han You stood up and looked at the dim candlelight, the worry between his brows getting stronger.
"Master."
Wang Hai's soft call came from outside: "The city has not yet lost faith."
When Zhao Jiazu left customs, the "delivery" location and time were determined. As Fu Yuxiang said, if nothing went wrong, he would definitely be back before nightfall. If there was no delay in the process, he should be back in the afternoon.
In addition to the two thousand Zhao Jia soldiers, there are also Jiang Zhui, Feng Bai and eight miscellaneous soldiers. They will break away from the large army and enter the mountains to contact several peripheral tribes.
Han You didn't even put on his outer robe and walked out of the room quickly. When he walked down the steps, he pulled out the short knife from Wang Hai's back.
Wang Hai hesitated for a moment: "Master, do you want to wait a little longer?"
"If nothing goes wrong, there will always be an accident. That's what I hate the most."
Han You cursed and walked straight to the wing at the back of the commander's mansion.
The two soldiers guarding the Moon Gate bowed and saluted. Han You walked over with murderous intent. Wang Hai waved his hand and asked the two soldiers to leave.
Arriving at the dim door of the wing, Han You kicked the door open and walked in angrily.
Sikong Zhao, who was lying on his side on the bed, opened his eyes, as if he had expected it, and his expression was calm.
Still lighting the candle, he turned around and kicked the door shut, looking at Sikong Zhao in the moonlight with a cold tone.
"Two thousand men, well-equipped, can arrive in half a day and a night."
Han You inserted the short knife on the table, with a gloomy expression on his face: "If there is no problem with the handover, we can return in one hour at most. Even if we bring a large amount of goods and animals, we should arrive in three nights and two days. But now, at Haishi, the customs are closed." There’s no word from the other side of the wall.”
Sikong Zhao did not stand up in the darkness, but said quietly: "The young lady is under house arrest here by the Major General. It only takes a few words from the Major General to kill her. Why don't you wait a moment longer?"
"sit up!"
Han You had a commanding tone that could not be refused.
Sikong Zhao had no expression on his face, stood up and sat on the edge of the bed.
The naughty moonlight shone on Sikong Zhao's charming face and also on his naked and perfect body.
The uneven and exquisite curves are looming in the not-dark black. Han You finally has the answer to the puzzled questions these days. There is indeed no cushion, thirty-six feet away, slightly hanging, because of the huge gravity, the gravity is so fair. .
Both white and slender legs were tightly pressed together, and the red skin was clearly exposed in front of Han You.
"What the hell..." Han You was like a gentleman, his eyes unblinking: "Is this how you usually sleep?"
Sikong Zhao smiled sweetly: "Yes."
"She's your mother's size."
Han You stared at Sikong Zhao closely: "It's night, it's Haishi, the time has passed, and Zhao Jiazhu has not returned. You guessed that I would come to trouble you, so I lay here naked and seduced him with my beauty." , Haha, do you think you can do whatever you want because of your big breasts?"
Sikong Zhao's smile grew stronger and his eyes dropped: "The civilian girl didn't say that, it was the young general who said...you showed it like this."
Han You was only wearing a light undershirt when he hurried out of the room because of worry.
The sound of "ding" lingered in my ears. This was the sound of Han You flicking the blade of the dagger with his fingers.
"Sikong Zhao." Han You admired the looming beauty with greedy eyes, but his tone was extremely gloomy.
"The beauty of the women of the Sikong family and your brains should be the biggest reliance of the contemporary Sikong family."
Han You held the dagger in his hand and walked over step by step: "And your biggest support, Sikong Zhao, what you are most proud of is your appearance, right? Yes, you are very beautiful. Most, no, are fatally attractive to almost any man, including me.”
Sikong Zhao looked at the dagger that shone with cold light, and his smiling face was a bit unnatural: "The young general is already in the palm of the young general's hands. The young general is a hero of the world, but the young general is just an old lady. If the young general wants to Folk girls serve..."
"Yes, I do covet your body. I covet it like crazy. I don't want others to get your body, so I will... scratch your face!"
After finishing his words, Han You pushed Sikong Zhao down on the bed and pressed his body on him. The sharp dagger was pressed tightly against Sikong Zhao's neck.
"Zhao Jiazu, even if all our generals die, we don't care." Han You, who suppressed Sikong Zhao, still looked coldly: "Jiang Zhui, his junior brother is our Imperial Academy Supervisor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and he is also the only descendant of the Jiang family. Not to mention that he once saved my life, and went through life and death with me to this day. Feng Bai, the future His Highness Prince Yan, something happened, and it affected the imperial court. In addition to the two of him, there were also brothers from Yidao Camp. Although I have never remembered their names, they have suffered a lot along the way with me. These people have all gone outside the Pass, Sikong Zhao, do you think..."
Sikong Zhao moved, looking directly into Han You's eyes, but gently took off Han You's pants with his hand, twisted his waist and corrected the correct position with the hot feeling.
"Don't poop if you don't want to play."
Han You's eyes twitched slightly, but his body didn't move. However, Sikong Zhao let out a groan and moved his body down a little.
The cold blade pressed tightly against Sikong Zhao's neck. Perhaps it was the feeling of dying at any moment that made her tremble involuntarily, or perhaps it was for other reasons.
Han You was still like a gentleman, not taking the initiative, taking responsibility, or refusing. His hand holding the dagger never relaxed for a moment.
With a "嘤咛" sound, Sikong Zhao closed her eyes tightly, but the dagger at her neck did not leave. She could only open her eyes again, fearing that she would die in the next second.
Han You's face was like an iceberg that refused to melt, and his cold eyes stared at Sikong Zhao unblinkingly.
Sikong Zhao nervously raised his hand and carefully placed it on Han You's lapel.
"Slave...is it okay?"
Han You didn't speak and remained motionless.
Sikong Zhao gritted his teeth slightly and bravely untied Han You's clothes. When he saw that Han You didn't make any next move, he bit his lips tightly and swam slightly like a water snake.
His breathing gradually became heavier, and their faces were not even close to each other, but unknowingly, Sikong Zhao's arms had wrapped around Han You's neck.
After all, it was almost a push-up position. Han You pushed Sikong Zhao away roughly, and then Sikong Zhao got up.
Han You?, Sikong Zhao?, followed by ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ? and finally ?.
From the beginning to the end, the dagger with the cold light that blinded the eyes never left Sikong Zhaohao's white neck. The bright red and cold blades, the hot and cold iron were closely attached.
Sikong Zhao was fearful and feeling at the same time. The two completely different feelings made her unable to bear it anymore and made a harsh sound.
