The wind became louder, and the drunkard on the corridor burped and began to nod. Kou Qiu's hair was also blown by the night wind. After looking at the people around him for half a day, he sighed softly and ordered people to take the brocade robe and cover the swallowing dragon.

The two young men, one by one, barely sent the drunk and unconscious top card back to the room. Kou Qiu looked at the sky and was not ready to go back to the general's mansion, so he rested directly in the Nanfeng Pavilion. He pushed open the door of his room, and as expected, the lock was safe and sound, and the bedding inside was also complete.

Yesterday, those kids were really just talking nonsense and didn’t know how to do the whole set of shows.

Kou Qiu sat on the bed and said to the system: [Azai, you can't wait any longer.]

Good things must not be postponed.

Now that he has offended King Duan, even if General Qiu is protected, it is difficult to guarantee that King Duan will not hold a grudge in the future and find a reason to remove the entire Nanfeng Pavilion. Instead of doing this, it is better to find another way out as soon as possible so that he can't find a way out.

He stared at the white and ink curtain above for a while, but was still thinking about getting out of slavery. He closed his eyes unconsciously and planned deeply in his heart.

The sky gradually became darker.

Kou Qiu was lying on the bed, closing his eyes and calming his mind, but suddenly heard some movement downstairs, as if there was a sound. Then the creaking sound of his boots stepping onto the stairs, and someone was led by another person and slowly came towards him.

With a creak, the door was pushed open.

"Dad is already asleep," the sound of the bottle pressing softly in his ears was a soft voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing him, "Dad, please--"

A familiar breath approached. The faint fragrance of the clothes lingered at his nose, extremely clear, but with the unique cold smell of metal. Kou Qiu still closed his eyes and noticed that the man was sitting by the bed and stretched out his legs.

Han Ping whispered: "Big Dad?"

Qiu Lie nodded faintly.

"You go out." He said slowly, without any intention of standing up from the room.

Han Ping was also a wink, and quietly closed the door, leaving only two people in the room.

The breath was heard, and the candle flowers were burning and crackling.

After a while, Kou Qiu felt the man's fingers slowly slashing his forehead, and wrapped them around his fingers a few times, wrapping them tightly. Then, General Qiu sighed helplessly and said, "It's interesting to pretend to be asleep?"

Kou Qiu opened his eyes and smiled in his eyes.

"Are you finished?" he asked.

Qiu Lie did not answer immediately, but stretched out his arms and silently looked at him with a pair of dark eyes. Kou Qiu understood what he meant, and immediately leaned his head obediently, leaning half on his solid chest, with his black hair pressing against the man's neat chin.

After a long time, General Qiu said briefly: "Today, Your Majesty is looking for me."

Kou Qiu sat upright, poked half of his body out of the bedding, and looked at him.

"For what?"

The man's answer was straightforward, "You."

Kou Qiu's heart instantly raised a little higher.

"That--"

"No obstacle." Qiu Lie said, "I'm here."

His hands loosened and grabbed, following the young man's hair, his originally cold gaze as if the blade had turned into a knife, and it was burning little by little and melted.

"Your Majesty said, you are really a nine-tailed demon fox," General Qiu smiled in his eyes, "Otherwise, how can he charm me?"

OK, the system guy thinks, my father and husband's rustic love words are online again.

With so many worlds in the past, can’t we learn to be more seductive?

Old Cadre Kou said casually without thinking too much: "Then do you want to confirm it?"

He was just a joke, but the man's body suddenly became stiff, and then he slowly hugged him even more straight. The hands slowly moved down and rubbed the hills, but his face was still upright.

"Yes," he said, "I want to confirm if there is a tail."

tail......

Tail......

Kou Qiu was almost shocked by this sudden sentence.

He stiffened his body, and noticed that there was indeed a warm touch and penetrated into his underwear, slowly down the sunken ridge, conquering the city little by little in that area.

The touch is like a round breast.

Kou Qiu subconsciously moved, but the man stuffed it back into the bedding. He then pulled out his hand from that place and said, "Sleep well."

Immediately afterwards, Qiu Lie took off his shoes and socks, went to bed, and lay on the outer edge of Kou Qiu. His arm was still under the head of the person beside him, pulling the young man closer to his chest. He could vaguely see the young man's small and white face, like beautiful jade, shining with glory under the candlelight.

Kou Qiu was lit up and was about to make a frustration, but the man pressed it back and pressed it on his chest with some strength.

"Close your eyes."

His voice softened a little and he said lightly: "Tomorrow, tomorrow will be fine."

No need to worry.

Kou Qiu: "..."

No, I didn’t plan to do anything after touching it like that?

He stared at the bed tent, and for a moment he felt a little uncomfortable.

Is this going to do it yourself?

Early the next morning, Old Cadre Kou woke up and said to his cub: [I believe he really can't do it.]

I had been hugging me for so long last night. If I had been loaded with cannons before, I would have been full of guns. Is there no reaction at all?

The system boy said: [Yes.]

For a ghost.

It secretly said in his heart and asked again, "Ba, what are you going to do?"

Old Cadre Kou thought about it for a while, then replied with a serious expression: [Then I should take on the responsibility of being attacked.]

system:【......】

What did it hear?

Daydream??

Mr. Kou's cheeks turned red, but he still said firmly: [That kind of thing was originally something that lovers could take their course and was inevitable. Since he was in a difficult position in this regard, as his partner, I naturally have the obligation to share this responsibility for him.]

He raised his chest and educated his own children by the way. [What we should have in our socialist successor is a sense of responsibility and a sense of ownership!]

The system felt like it was listening to a book of heaven.

Kou Qiu was still determined: [Before, he was always the attacker, and this was too hard. I will definitely study hard and work hard to make a considerate attack, and strive to work with him to make great strides towards the correct revolutionary path!]

He clenched his fists.

The system boy almost squirted out a sip of water.

God's considerate attack.

With his father's small body, who has given him the faith he has to bear in his life for several lifetimes?!

Old Cadre Kou doesn’t think he is blindly confident.

In his opinion, he was just a courageous person to bear the responsibility that someone should bear in this relationship. The reason is simple, firing is definitely inevitable, but General Qiu is now ill, so he obviously cannot be the one who is the one above.

What should I do?

Of course, the old cadre Kou, who is full of sacrifice, has to go to the scene by himself.

He went down the stairs to the hall, and Qiu Lie had already gone to the court early. Most of the people in the hall were still resting, but Han Ping got up early in the morning and was helping to check the accounts behind the cabinet.

Seeing Kou Qiu coming down, Han Ping's eyebrows and eyes bent and said softly: "Dad, are you sleeping well?"

Kou Qiu responded.

The sleeves of a piece of plain white gauze in the bottle were rolled up loosely, and under the wide sleeves, a pair of arms that looked like jade carvings were exposed, slender and round. He carried the purple clay teapot and slowly rushed the tea leaves in the cup up and down, and said, "Dad, when Daddy left, he said he had something to hand over to you."

He took the letter and handed it to Kou Qiu. He was still joking: "Is it a love letter?"

Unexpectedly, Kou Qiu shook his head confidently, "It shouldn't be."

Even if you want to write something like love letters, it should be written by him, the one who is attacking, to the person who is suffering.

He took it apart, and dozens of thin sheets of paper were shaken out from it. Kou Qiu picked it up and looked at it, and then he was suddenly shocked.

So much is proof of leaving slaves.

so much!

He hurriedly counted the twenty-eight pictures, one with no more and one more - he didn't have to be a young man in Nanfeng Pavilion!

Old Cadre Kou couldn't help but be happy and ordered everyone in the hall to come down. After a moment, the young men of all kinds stood in the hall. The leader of the dragon seemed to be drunk and still not awake, his eyes were swollen like fairy peaches, and he had not even put on the powder. He changed into the colorful colors he liked to wear, and he was wearing only a white robe, describing his thinness. Suddenly, he looked a little like a feather and ascended to the immortal.

"I wonder what's wrong with my father asking us to come?"

Kou Qiu didn't guess what he was selling in this dull gossip and said directly: "I have documents to escape from slavery. Everyone, have you ever considered being a good person?"

The young men in the field were a little startled when the sound came out. They exchanged glances with each other, and they all saw some incredible things in each other's eyes.

After a long time, Fu Xiao took a few steps forward and said, "Go to the good?"

"right."
To be continued...