Generals and Puppet Emperors

Breathing in the rotting smell of sweat from the rough man, I can be completely indifferent, and I can't even blink my eyelids.

But to some extent, I still miss the smell of Aman. She is like a heavy fruit that fully absorbs the sun and rain. It is colorful and exudes a tempting fragrance. Getting close to her is like getting close to the faint sunshine, or the sun. There was a ray of breeze passing by, and there was a perfect blend of many beautiful things on her body.

Aman, in my opinion, is synonymous with beautiful things.

I seldom show my breasts to anyone, even to my soldiers.One is a certain degree of trust in one's own strength, and the other is probably... I am used to loneliness.

After I was adopted by my adoptive father, I was often the only one in the family. He was a down-and-out military family, and he received a limited military salary every month. Raising a daughter was just a whim, because he was alone, so he couldn't care much about me. Mostly they allocate some money to me every month, and go to drink by themselves.

Drinking seems to have become his lifeblood, probably because of the strict regulations in the army, which made him so hungry that worms grew in his stomach.

Such a move by the adoptive father can't be considered bad. After all, no matter what I am, I am not his biological son. It is understandable to do this.

There is no one at home, the house is simple, and I really can’t find anything to pass the time. My bed is next to a dirt wall, and occasionally some dross falls in the rustle. I often look up, and only see brown dirt wall.

Like a layer of dusty cloth, across my pupils.

Black, gray, no vibrant colors.

Seriously, I'm lucky I didn't grow into a dark, cynical look.

What is even more fortunate is... I met the person I love who loves me.

I poured down a glass of sake with my head turned towards the sky.

This wine is not strong, just drink a little in moderation, you won't get drunk.

I heard the sound of wine bottles colliding and the voices of soldiers with great pride. Listening to it, my heart became hot.

My soldiers... are here, and it's a feast of carnival.

Why not indulge in wine and have a drink.

The longing for Aman has never been let go, but turned into a raging fire burning in my heart.

Aman wrote black ink marks on the paper.

White and black mixed, very eye-catching.

What is even more eye-catching is the color in her eyes.

It is light and bright, like light feathers dotted on the water surface, causing faint ripples in people's hearts.

Not gaudy and not too bland.

If you really want to use a word to describe it, it must be Chunshui.

Xiuchun, who was rubbing ink for her, raised her head slightly, and a strand of black hair brushed past her eyes.

The relationship between her and Aman has always been good, it is said that they are master and servant, but they are more like friends of the same generation.

"What are you happy about?"

Aman stopped the pen and placed it on the pen stand.

"Ah, I always feel that someone is whispering something about me."

"Is it a bad word?" Xiuchun asked knowingly, she knew it from Aman's appearance, how could it be a bad word.

"Ah, of course not," Aman smiled, "I always feel like someone I'm familiar with."

"There's nothing more...a person who can't be more intimate."

Xiuchun also laughed, "Is this a tacit understanding?"

She is not too young, seeing such a show of affection every day, there is always a little... subtle emotion in it.

But there is no way to be jealous.

Because, there is no room for others between them.

The author has something to say:

Ah... the girl's paper is really... a treasure!