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The wind was biting cold. A hawk flew over the lake frozen by heavy snow, let out an eagle cry, and then quickly circled towards the vast sky with the biting cold wind.

Meng Jiao put two fingers together on her lips. Hearing the sound, the hawk swooped down from the sky and finally landed on her shoulder.

After brushing off the plum-scented snow on her shoulders, Meng Jiao stroked Goshawk's little head and took a piece of meat from the small pocket on her waist and fed it to his mouth.

She and Zhan Nanchu had been away from Beijing for two months. She still remembered that in the autumn they had pretended to be a country couple, picking new chrysanthemums with the tea pickers to make tea. In the blink of an eye, the setting sun was as red as blood, and the world was covered in silver.

Zhan Nanchu lifted a corner of the carriage, his voice gentle,

"Madam, the jujube tea is ready, come back soon."

Meng Jiao hurriedly said "Hello" and got back into the carriage. The wind was howling outside, but the inside of the carriage was warm as spring because of the burning stove.

Meng Jiao's cheeks flushed, not sure if it was because they were almost reaching the northwest or because she had her lover by her side.

It was early spring when they arrived at the Northwest Camp. Soon after Meng Jiao entered the barracks, the old soldiers who had sparred with them gathered around them one by one.

"My Lord and Princess, congratulations, and happy wedding."

Meng Jiao showed a sincere smile, trying to show her tall stature.

"Congratulations, I miss you so much after not seeing you for a long time. Would you like to have a sparring match?"

Zhan Nanchu's face darkened. Although the scenery along the way was nice and the journey was slow, he was still worried that she hadn't rested enough.

Seeing that a group of people were really planning to go straight to the arena, he hurriedly grabbed his wife's hand.

"Take a break today and come back tomorrow. Don't you want to sit down and chat with them about your recent situation? Be good~"

Meng Jiao frowned and pouted, always feeling that he still treated her like a child, but what he said made sense.

"Oh…"

Seeing this aggrieved look, Zhan Nanchu's heart trembled.

"Okay, okay, I'll pack your luggage in half an hour. You are not allowed to exceed the time limit."

"(＾－＾)V Yeah~ Let's go~"

Meng Jiao pushed a few veterans towards the arena.

Zhang Shisheng shook his head.

"Alas~ Another henpecked man~"

For three days in a row, Meng Jiao had a great time. She also rode her long-lost little Red Rabbit for a few crazy rides. Little Red Rabbit is now an adult horse with its own baby, but it still showed rare childishness when it saw Meng Jiao.

After a few days of crazy fun, Meng Jiao was sore all over. On the fifth day, she refused to go out no matter who called her.

Meng Jiao felt aggrieved. When she woke up this morning, Zhan Nanchu was gone again. He hadn't been close to her for several days.

Zhan Nanchu looked at the courtyard he had decorated with satisfaction, and after confirming that it was correct, he picked up the wedding dress box in his hand.

This is where he once lived, and it will be a safe haven for the two of them in the future.

Meng Jiao reached out in a daze and put on the clothes that the maid helped her change. When she woke up, she was taken to a small courtyard covered with wedding characters.

There was a splendid red carpet under his feet, and several servants stood quietly on both sides with their bodies bowed. At the end of the red carpet, Zhan Nanchu was also wearing a wedding dress and a jade crown, standing tall and handsome under the bright sun.

Meng Jiao slowly approached and placed her slender white hand in his dry and warm palm. As he turned around, she saw the two jade tablets placed in the main hall.

She didn't need to guess that they were Zhan Nanchu's two deceased parents. Only then did she remember that when they got married, he only performed the ceremony of husband and wife bowing to each other.

After she bowed obediently to him, Zhan Nanchu took her hand and went back to the main courtyard.

"Jiaojiao, don't you have anything to ask your husband?"

Meng Jiao shook her head, touching every stitch on the wedding dress, and felt so distressed that she wanted to cry.

In fact, compared to herself, Zhan Nanchu was more miserable. Although she had been abused for several years, that was actually her original experience. She was taken home by Zhan Nanchu and carefully cared for when she was ten years old.

But what about Zhan Nanchu? He has never enjoyed a day of peace, and witnessed the death of his parents at a sober age.

He had to endure humiliation and climb up to the position above everyone else. Thinking about it now, he must be extremely afraid of being alone.

Days passed, and in the blink of an eye Meng Jiao was already eighteen years old.

After that day, Meng Jiao started to stick to Zhan Nanchu like a dog-skin plaster, not wanting to be separated from him all the time.

Zhan Nanchu knew that she was sensitive. Although pain and sweetness coexisted, he enjoyed it.

Meng Jiao thought she would have a platonic relationship with him for the rest of her life, but she was eaten up by him just two days after her eighteenth birthday.

Another day, Meng Jiao, who had learned the art of assassination from the military camp, took a cold shower with sore body and lay down to take a nap.

Zhan Nanchu looked at the weather outside. It was hot and muggy and it was likely to rain tomorrow, so he simply packed up the little man and returned to the courtyard in the city in advance.

Meng Jiao, who had fallen asleep skillfully in his arms, was not at all defensive against him. However, when he put her down, she could not help but groan a few times in pain.

Zhan Nanchu saw this and quickly put her down to give her a massage.

Meng Jiao was half asleep and half awake, sighing comfortably,

"Well...husband, I want this too."

His breath stagnated, Zhan Nanchu looked at the charming woman who was now weak and boneless under his command, and his flower was completely mature.

The dark color in his eyes gradually deepened. Zhan Nanchu knelt on both sides of her and resigned himself to massaging her shoulders and neck.

The ointment on his hand gradually melted. He took another piece with heavier breathing and asked softly,

"Baby, do you want me to press on your waist?"

Meng Jiao was being massaged comfortably, she uttered a vague "hmm" in her throat, and did not notice someone's gradually deepening breathing.

Gently lifting her arms, Zhan Nanchu skillfully peeled off her underwear.

There were only two thin straps on the girl's back, and her flawless white back was completely exposed to the air.

Due to long-term martial arts training, the skin is tight and elastic, and the two shoulder blades flutter gently like butterfly wings due to the movement, fragile but also beautiful.

How can such a small body possess such amazing strength?

Zhan Nanchu's face was expressionless, but his eyes were frighteningly bright, as if boiling with a captivating fire.

Using the power of massage, lower your lower body.

Meng Jiao felt something rubbing against her buttocks, but Zhan Nanchu's massage was so comfortable that she didn't want to open her eyes.

Meng Jiao's back was shiny and oily from the excessive amount of ointment.

The two sexy waist dimples were faintly visible under the cover of the underwear, causing Zhan Nanchu's throat to tighten.

Slightly lower along the curve, the waist and buttocks are easily exposed.

Zhan Nanchu's eyes turned red as he continued to press hard on the waist.

Meng Jiao hissed, and felt her lower back aching, numb, and swollen, and she became slightly more awake.

I couldn't help but hum softly, but even though the sound was gentle, it was cut off by covering my mouth before it could even linger in the air.

"Baby, but I pressed too hard and it hurt?" Zhan Nanchu softened his pressure, seeming to be really sorry.

"Not really...it's just..." It felt a little strange, but after rubbing it, it was actually quite comfortable.

Hearing this, Zhan Nanchu continued to knead and press.

But this time the range is larger, along the waist and up and down, accidentally brushing against the roundness that was squeezed and exploded...