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Chapter 105 Fleeing
The legs of the two were tightly intertwined, and Jin Zhao felt his body getting hotter and hotter, and couldn't help but want to get closer to the person beside him.
For some reason, ever since got close to him last time, deep in heart always wanted to get close to him intentionally or unintentionally, just like this time, although approached by mistake, subconsciously wanted to go deeper.
The man turned around and stared at him silently.
After that moment, Jin Zhao seemed to be able to see the expression on his face clearly.
Those deep and beautiful eyes stared at him for a moment, and suddenly, a sly smile appeared.
"Why do you approach me repeatedly, and do things to me that can only be done between a man and a woman? Do you...have a habit of cutting off your sleeves?"
His words without warning stunned Jin Zhao for a moment. The words were so straightforward that he didn't know how to answer them for a while.
"You're talking nonsense! I didn't!"
"Then why do you want to approach me again? Or are you afraid to admit... In fact, you have a habit of cutting sleeves?"
The man was pressing every step of the way, and his clear and rational eyes seemed to be able to penetrate into people's hearts, so Jin Zhao didn't dare to look directly into his eyes.
"Why? Was I right? It's ridiculous, the dignified son of Marquis Huaiyuan has such a habit." His smile became colder and colder, and the originally handsome face suddenly became ferocious, and bursts of sneers excitedHe suddenly became alert.
After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes.
It was already dawn, and looking at the familiar room, he seemed to have not woken up from his dream.
The servant came in with the washing things, saw him sitting on the bed in a daze, motionless, and hurriedly patted him on the shoulder.
"Master, you... what's wrong with you? Haven't woken up yet?"
Jin Zhao quickly regained his composure, only belatedly remembered that he was in Li Wang Mansion last night, not long after he fell asleep, he left, and finally did not ask him what was the cause of his illness.
"Master, are you having a nightmare? Why are you sweating profusely in sleep, get up and wash up quickly."
Jin Zhao nodded slightly, then got up absent-mindedly.
what happened?To have that kind of dream?
Or is it that you have been under too much pressure recently?
At the end of the twelfth lunar month, the New Year is approaching.
Since the last celebration banquet, Jin Zhao hastily went to the Pingliang military camp.
Since the first battle between Ping Liang and Qi Xia, Ping Liang has changed its previous sluggishness, changed its look, and has a new look.
Pei Jianing led troops to suppress in Ping Liang for the time being, and Jin Zhao followed Pei Jianing to station here. It is said that he has been away from Beijing for several months.
Although occasionally think of people and things in the capital, but only occasionally, it looks like it doesn't hurt.
After the First World War in Pingliang, Pingliang King Min Ce's conspiracy was exposed, and he took Min Zhen to escape in the chaos, and there is still no news about it.
While inquiring about Min Ce's news, they also paid attention to the movements of the surrounding tribal countries, and they never let up.
After the victory of that battle, it almost dealt a crushing blow to other tribal countries, and the countries that were about to make a move also temporarily calmed down, and the Qixia country was seriously injured, biting its teeth and swallowing in its stomach.Shengshengji hated the chief culprit who caused them to almost destroy the country.
But even if they held grudges, they couldn't do anything about it. The Pingliang military camp had been unbreakable since it was stationed by Tianji Battalion's people, and they didn't dare to try to provoke it again.
The end of the year was approaching, and after arranging the affairs in the camp, Jin Zhao set off for Beijing.
Everything was going well at first, until something happened when passing through Yi City.
"General, it seems that a caravan has been blocked at the corner ahead, shall we move on?" Ming Rui, his subordinate, asked.
Riding on the horse, Jin Zhao glanced at it from a distance, feeling faintly that something was wrong.