The war was over, and the northern Xinjiang city was immersed in joy.

When Zhenbei Army entered the city, it was naturally warmly welcomed by the people all over the city. The generous girls from the Northern Xinjiang even threw their handkerchiefs, rings and other things on the soldiers who returned from victory. It can be imagined that after this great victory, many soldiers' lifelong affairs should be solved.

At the front were the energetic generals. The armor on their bodies was not even enough to clean them, and they still had a tired look on their faces. However, in this way, they made the girls even more excited.

The warm cheers did not stop from the beginning, and the things thrown out by the enthusiastic girls did not shake the spirit of the soldiers. They looked serious and covered with a bloody smell, as if they had not yet escaped from that tragic battlefield.

A long list of carriages followed the generals into the city, surrounded by serious-looking soldiers, guarding the long list of carriages originally used to transport food and grass.

The cheers came to an abrupt end, as if everyone's throat was instantly strangled by an invisible hand, from boiling to silentness, it was just a moment.

Although no one told them what was on the carriage, everyone knew nothing about the soldiers who looked at the serious and sad faces of the soldiers and insisted on walking by themselves [Update Quick] The wounded soldiers on both sides of the carriage, needless to say, everyone knew it.

The carriage carriages are the remains of the soldiers who died in this war. The corpses cannot be preserved on the battlefield. Most of them are buried in a foreign land and cannot be returned. Those who can come back have turned into piles of ashes in the jar.

The team entered the city in silence, and many people lowered their heads and their eyes turned red.

Upstairs facing the street, Chu Qingyuan hugged Qin Shu's neck tightly with both hands, and looked at this scene quietly without any naughty intentions.

"Princess, there is no prince in the team entering the city." Ma Sanniang rushed over panting, her chubby face full of worry: "Everyone said she didn't see the prince."

The Zhenbei Army entered the city today, but the King of Zhenbei, as the commander of the first army, was missing.

Qin Shu hugged Chu Qingyuan in his arms tightly: "It's okay, I know where he went."

In recent years, the land in the northern border has been reclaimed on a large scale, but compared with the vast land in the northern border, there are still large areas of unowned wasteland, one of which has been classified as a martyr's cemetery.

This proposal was proposed by Mo Li, and his name was also given. This place will be used to bury the soldiers who died on the battlefield.

"Prince." Qin Shu appeared in the Martyrs Cemetery with Chu Qingyuan in his arms, looking at the silent back standing there: "You are indeed here."

Chu Shaolin laughed, his voice slightly hoarse: "I knew I couldn't hide it from you. You are definitely the first person to find this place." As he said that, he turned around and looked at Qin Shu's face almost greedily: "How long has it been since we left in a hurry since we left?"

Qin Shu also smiled slightly: "Think about it, it's been more than two months, right? Qingyuan, why don't he call him father?"

Chu Qingyuan's phoenix eyes that looked like Chu Shaolin looked lightly. Although she didn't say anything, a trace of disdain came from the small movement.

Chu Shaolin's face suddenly turned dark. This kid has been here to defeat him since he was born!

Qin Shu was stunned for a moment, Chu Shaolin came over with a dark face and carried his son from his wife's arms. Regardless of the boy's struggle, the slap fell on his little butt: "Boy! What was your attitude just now? I looked down on your father?"

Chu Qingyuan was beaten, but she didn't cry, but her eyes looked even more despised: "It's rare that you have a little bit of self-knowledge."

Chu Qingyuan was very depressed. He had already planned how to escape from his mother and go to the front line to show his masculine style. But he knew that his beautiful father was so powerful and led the team back so soon. After the battle was over, where would he go to show his style?

So the little prince was unhappy, and of course he would not have any good attitude when facing his father.

"Boy!" Chu Shaolin was so angry that he almost smoked after being angry with his own boy: "Madam, this child must have been held wrongly, right? How could our son be so naughty? Yes, it was definitely a mistake. We gave birth to a cute and well-behaved daughter. Which family does this boy belong to?"

Chu Qingyuan stretched out her little hand to her mother: "Mom, why did you find such a man back then? It's so bad!"

Qin Shu looked at the way their father and son get along, blinked and smiled: "Although you haven't met for a long time, your relationship is very good!"

The father and son stared at each other. Is this a good relationship?

Chu Shaolin stared at the brat who looked more and more like him the more he looked. He didn't want to admit that this was his son. What he wanted was Ruolin Xiangxiang's daughter. This little thing that was specially made right for him was really unpleasant!

But the King of Zhenbei is still unclear, and the more unflattering place of their brat is still behind!

The prince finally returned to the palace, and the whole house of Zhenbei was full of joy, especially the people who were serving Qin Shu. The prince and the princess had not been together for three years. Even if the prince occasionally took time back, he was in a hurry. For this reason, Madam Yao took Chu Qingyuan away early and vacated a place to give the couple a world.

"You have several more scars on your body." Qin Shu personally wiped Chu Shaolin's back, and his fingers stroking out the scabbed scars. His heart was so painful: "Is the injury serious?"

"It's all over." Chu Shaolin grabbed the hand that was slowly wandering on his back, and his breath was a little unstable: "I haven't touched you for a long time. Don't get angry, otherwise I don't mind cleaning you up now."

Qin Shu's face turned slightly red, and he lifted up hot water and sprinkled it on him: "Can you think about this when you come back?"

"What is this?" Chu Shaolin disagreed. He said that Chu Shaolin was a shameless man. After staying in the military camp for three years, he was surrounded by rough men who were not good at meat and vegetables. When talking about dirty jokes, he talked endlessly. After three years of training, the King of Zhenbei was as weak as a wall: "One of the time, you were pregnant, and the second was to mourn my mother. I was a monk for a year, and then the Beiman invaded and rushed to the battlefield. When I came back occasionally, I was in a hurry." As he said that, a certain prince couldn't wait to get up, stood up directly from the bathtub, hugged the princess behind him, and hugged the other party's clothes at all. He didn't care about the other party's clothes because of his own movements: "You are not worried that I will endure my body? Hum?" The ending of the word behind him was gently raised, with a teasing smell.

Qin Shu's face was steaming. Before he could respond, he was carried directly into the bathtub by Chu Shaolin. He swallowed all the small protests into his mouth. The hot masculine aura instantly surrounded her.

"Madam, do you miss me?" The bathtub was not small, but the two of them were still a little narrow when they were squeezed inside. Qin Shu could only press it tightly against Chu Shaolin, feeling that his big hands had skillfully penetrated into his clothes and peeled off his wet clothes.

"Hmm? Do you miss me?" Chu Shaolin pressed one hand on Qin Shu's back, making her fit closer together with him, gently licking her earlobe, and asked in a low voice with a bit of teasing.

"I think, even if I dream." Qin Shu's eyes were filled with mist, and he stretched out his hand and hugged his neck and kissed his chest. It was originally smooth, but now there was a shocking scar, which almost affected his heart. It showed how dangerous it was at the beginning.

The dangers this person encountered on the battlefield never told her in time. When she found out, he would often recover and go back to the battlefield.

"Be good, it doesn't hurt anymore." Chu Shaolin felt his wife's lips gently rubbing the scar on his chest, and a heat surged up, his body tensed up instantly, his eyes darkened: "It seems that I overestimated my self-control. Madam, I can't wait."

They hadn't been intimate for a long time, and she would definitely feel pain if she went to the room rashly, but Chu Shaolin could no longer control his desires. After such a long time of life in a monk, the accumulated anger erupted, and he was surprised.

"Then don't bear it." Qin Shu's clothes have been stripped off. Although she has given birth to a child, her figure is still delicate and slim. She is a little plump than before, and her skin has become more shiny, as if she has changed from a green apple to an attractive peach: "It depends on you tonight."

Chu Shaolin hugged the delicate body in his arms excitedly. A part that had been unable to control was extremely hot. After getting his wife's approval, he immediately spread Qin Shu's slender legs, held her waist with one hand, and found the right part and slowly pressed her down on himself.

Qin Shu had a slightly sad eyebrows, feeling the slight pain of being stretched out by force, but his hand tightened the man in front of him even harder. (To be continued)
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