Chapter 49 Returning with Tao?

Qin Song, who hadn't been asleep at all, quietly opened her eyes, subtly straightened up, and distanced herself from him.

She knew perfectly well what he needed to resolve, but it was all too obvious, and Qin Song's cheeks began to burn.

She didn't respond for a moment, and the person behind her seemed embarrassed by their own lapse in composure, "unable to calm down."

Qin Song was not an ignorant young girl. If she remained voluptuous, it would not only be uncomfortable, but it would also affect her function.

Moreover, if he couldn't resist and used it on her, that would be a completely different matter.

"If you don't need my help cleaning up," she replied after a long pause.

The hoarse voice behind him trembled as he replied, "Of course."

Qin Song made one last request: "Don't go too far away from me."

Tao Qing swallowed hard, unable to speak.

Qin Song spoke again, "I'm afraid of the dark."

Tao Qingyang seemed to move a little closer to her and hummed in agreement.

"Behind you?" Tao Qingyang replied, then immediately added, "I turned around."

Qin Song didn't reply, and the unbearable matter was settled just like that.

His burning wrist slipped through Qin Song's waist, lifting her up slightly, pulling out the hem of her dress from where she was sitting, shifting her position slightly, and turning her around.

He withdrew his hand from her waist, and Qin Song stood there, frozen and at a loss.

In the stillness of the wind came the rustling sound of fabric, followed by the subtle, rhythmic movement of the man's right arm.

The wind was cold, but Qin Song suddenly felt warm all over.

The man's movements grew louder, and the muffled groans that occasionally escaped his throat shattered Qin Song's pretense of ignoring him, making Qin Song's ears burn.

The less she paid attention to what was behind her, the more her mind became uncontrollably focused on his subtle movements.

In the quiet environment, Qin Song's thoughts drifted aimlessly.

At first, she wondered what the person behind her looked like. She had previously held the biased view that his face was perfect for this kind of thing.

The more her eyes are glazed over and she gently bites her lower lip, the more irresistible she becomes.

Her thoughts jumped around, and then she remembered her experience of helping an old lady in the countryside wash cucumbers.

Those cucumbers grown by farmers can grow very thick; her hands are too small to hold them properly, and sometimes she has to use both hands to scrub them clean.

The freshly picked cucumbers had glistening juice oozing from their stems, and their bodies were uneven; she had to work hard to clean them thoroughly...

Time seemed to drag on.

He didn't stop for a long time, and the movements became clearer and more urgent.

Qin Song's mind was wandering, and a tingling sensation began to rise in his waist and abdomen.

She dared not look at him, and carefully sat back down, unaware that the person behind her had hunched over at some point.

She landed, her body hitting his firm back.

"Uh." The two of them let out a soft groan at the same time.

Qin Song's eyes widened instantly. He had never been so passive and embarrassed in such a situation before. He felt numb all over and his blood rushed to his head for no reason.

For a moment, I wanted to listen to my body's impulse and truly be tender with him.

But reason prevailed, and she overcame her lecherous nature, freezing herself completely still.

"Aren't you... done yet?" she asked, trying to remain calm and urging him on.

The person behind him paused for a moment before speaking softly again, "If you can bite me."

"You're sick." Qin Song said those two words to him and then fell silent.

Tao Qingyang did not refute her, because she was right; he was indeed ill.

Previously, he had always been indifferent to such things, but because of that accident, he developed some difficulties and, apart from his natural morning reflexes, he had never been aroused by anything.

Only she could change him, and make him lose control repeatedly, unable to suppress it, the swelling and pain so intense it felt like he was about to burst.

The imperial physicians examined him and found that he had a hidden psychological ailment that needed to be overcome. He could not tough it out, so he had no choice but to resort to this drastic measure.

"Actually, this is the first time I've done this."

The person behind him spoke in a hoarse voice, their movements unsteady, as if they were earnestly explaining something.

Qin Song thought to himself: Of course, there's no need for this since I stay in the courtesan's room every night.

She hugged her knees, trying her best to block out his presence, but his breathing became more and more rapid, and his movements became more and more frequent.

His elbow would occasionally cross the distance between them, less than a finger's width, and bump into her back, making her mouth dry.

Annoyed by the disturbance, Qin Song couldn't help but bend her arm and bump him hard from behind, saying, "Why did it take you so long!"

"Ah—" Qin Song had barely finished speaking when almost simultaneously, a comfortable gasp came from behind him.

An uncontrollable shiver seemed to tremble down her spine and into her waist and abdomen.

A misty haze hangs in the forest, gathering into streams of clear water that cascade down onto the fallen leaves, the sound echoing in the still night…

A familiar and intimate scent permeated the surroundings.

Qin Song's body stiffened, his legs slightly closed, the trembling behind him subsided, he leaned back slightly, his waist and back pressed against her back, his breathing unrestrained, his right hand still not falling.

A chill ran down her spine. The bloodstains on her shoulder had dried, but she desperately wanted to change her undergarments...

She's a lecher, she's absolutely certain.

As his heavy breathing subsided, Tao Qingyang swallowed hard, his thoughts drifting away.

He had overheard men in the military camp talking over drinks, saying that this kind of thing was actually very simple and could be done in no time.

But he couldn't resolve it for a long time, which was probably what the imperial physician warned him about: he couldn't tough it out.

If she hadn't bumped into him, he wouldn't have been able to get out at all.

He was truly ill; regardless of his ups and downs, he depended on her, and she easily controlled his fate.

He's a beast, he's absolutely certain of it.

Only after he had a very clear understanding of himself did he tear off a piece of his undergarment and bend down to clean it.

When he had just finished tidying his clothes and was about to take the last step, he avoided the things on the ground and turned around.

The girl sat on the ground, hugging her knees, staring motionlessly at the flames.

Tao Qingyang really wanted to pick her up and hold her. She was such a small ball, lying in his arms. It would make him feel incredibly secure.

He mentally berated himself for being a beast before solemnly opening his lips: "Can you help me?"

The rustling sound of fabric fell silent, and the voice behind him was still somewhat muffled.

Qin Song's eyes widened slightly, incredulous: "Again?!"

The person behind him chuckled slightly, "If possible."

"No!" Qin Song immediately refused.

If he continues, she will be the one who loses control.

"I mean, if you could, could you help me tie my belt?"

Oh, I see. What a relief!

Qin Song tiptoed to her feet, only to find the other person already standing behind her. The faint red mark left by Qin Song's hand remained on the other person's fair face, and the misty pupils held a lingering desire.

That face is truly beautiful, and its alluring expression makes it even more captivating.

She glanced at his eyes only once before her gaze shifted downwards, landing on his neatly dressed but loosely belted waist.

Next, we'll be here. I just finished something.

Qin Song was knowledgeable and experienced; he could visualize the entire fictional scene in her mind, connecting it from beginning to end, but he couldn't quite put it into his face.

She was lost in thought when the other person glanced to the side.

Further into the jungle, there is still snow that has not yet melted.

"Wait a moment." He strode over, washed his hands with the snow, and then returned to the girl's side.

The sound of sashes rustling rang out again. Qin Song consciously moved his hand away and helped him tie the sash around his waist.

Both of them were distracted, but they pretended to be at peace with each other.

They moved to the other side of the fire under a big tree, and the two tacitly returned to their original positions. He held her in front of him, letting her lean against him.

A hot chest pressed against him, the voice from before seemed to still echo in his ears, and the presence of the person behind him remained strong.

Qin Song chose to close his eyes and remain silent, but his heartbeat pounded wildly along with the heartbeat of the person behind him.

Sparks crackled occasionally as Tao Qing looked up, her gaze fixed on Qin Song's small face.

Qin Song was clearly pretending to be asleep; it was obvious she wasn't asleep. Tao Qingyang didn't expose her, and the two of them tacitly remained silent.

It seems that this release left both of them speechless.

Tao Qingyang pulled the cloak closer to her, completely shielding her small body in his arms, and gently kissed the top of her head.

As the night stretched on, the person in his arms began to breathe slowly and steadily, occasionally shifting her body slightly. As the ground grew damp, Tao Qingyang simply lifted her up and helped her sit on his lap.

He didn't sleep all night, gazing in the direction of the Zhenbei Army's encampment, waiting for the signal fire.

He strengthened the defenses of both the Northern Defense Battalion and the City Defense Battalion. His only worry was that if the remaining Northern Barbarians in Yunzhou City contacted the Northern Barbarian Army in Danzhou City and learned of the disappearance of our commander, he wondered if they would launch a surprise attack.

Just then, the person in my arms stirred, and the fluffy head moved from the left side to the right side.

She changed her position and continued sleeping. Tao Qingyang gently moved her legs and said, "Happy New Year's Eve, little sister A-Song."

New Year's Eve? Qin Song woke up and subconsciously raised her hand to rub her eyes. She accidentally forgot about the injury on her right shoulder. With the slightest movement, she gasped in pain.

Tao Qingyang, who was leaning casually against the tree root, suddenly perked up and carefully put his arm around her, saying, "Be careful."

Qin Song buried her face in his chest, and only after a while did she raise her head.

As dawn broke, a new day began. No matter how quiet the forest was, or how difficult things were in Yunzhou, the year-end had arrived quietly.

Qin Song disappeared for a day and a night. No one knows what the situation is like in the city, whether her father is looking for her everywhere, or where Li Yu has gone.

When Qin Song looked away from the horizon, he realized how intimate his posture with the person next to him had been.

She remembered that before going to sleep, she was leaning against his chest, but now she was sitting sideways on his lap, her whole body nestled in his arms.

Did she climb up on her own, or did he carry her up?

Forget it, there's no way you'll get the truth out of him if you ask him about this. A whole night has passed, and this isn't something to embarrass her about.

The fire in front of her had died down, but she wasn't cold at all. He was broad-shouldered and long-legged, and nestled in his arms, she felt much warmer than in the open field.

She carefully avoided her right shoulder, stood up and landed. "It's getting light. Let's get out of here early so that no one can take advantage of us."

Tao Qingyang straightened his robes, stood up, and went to extinguish the sparks on the ground.

He sat on the ground all night. From the front, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but when he turned around, he discovered that the red clothes on his back had turned dark red, and the dampness from the ground and tree roots had soaked large parts of his clothes.

Qin Song could imagine how uncomfortable it must be to have clothes that were so wet, and even how cold it must be, but he didn't think about it and naturally took her hand. "Let's go."

The forest was large, but there were signs of hunters' activity, so it wasn't too difficult to walk around at dawn. However, Qin Song couldn't find his way at all.

Fortunately, Tao Qingyang had led the Zhenbei Army to patrol the surrounding terrain and had been here before. Sometimes he carried her on his back, sometimes he held her in his arms, and sometimes he let her walk on her own. They left the woods just past noon.

Qin Song glanced into the distance and asked, "Is this the direction back to Yunzhou?"

“The battle is urgent, let’s go to Zhenbei Camp first,” Tao Qingyang pulled her along and continued forward. “There’s a hunter’s family ahead, they’re Zhenbei Camp’s moles, let’s rest there for a while.”

After about 15 minutes of walking, we finally arrived at the hunter's place that Tao Qingyang had mentioned.

The small house was crowded with seven or eight strong men in disguise.

Qin Song thought to himself: Can't this spy be kept a little too obvious? What normal household is full of strong, healthy men of similar age?

As soon as these people saw Tao Qingyang, they all breathed a sigh of relief and knelt down to pay their respects without any pretense.

It turned out that they were soldiers of the Zhenbei Army who had been dispatched to search for Tao Qingyang after discovering their commander's disappearance, and they were not usually here.

Tao Qingyang seemed displeased with their casual departure from the battlefield. After asking the soldiers a few simple questions, he got to the point: "How are Danzhou and Yunzhou?"

The burly soldier with a full beard explained carefully: "Danzhou is still quiet, but according to the city defense battalion, there is an undercurrent in Yunzhou. In addition to the people searching for Miss Qin, some refugees whose backgrounds are unknown have flowed into the city, making the government offices increasingly overwhelmed."

Qin Song asked anxiously, "Are there any horses? I need to get back to Yunzhou immediately."

Yunzhou City simply doesn't have the manpower to look for her right now.

"Don't rush, your shoulder injury isn't suitable for riding a horse." Tao Qingyang blocked her way, then turned to instruct the others, "You two quickly return to Yunzhou to report the news, and send another carriage here. The rest of you, hurry back to camp. Don't be careless."

After the soldiers left, only the old hunter, who was over seventy years old, remained, busy bringing them food.

"General, would you like to take a bath?" The old hunter brought over two bowls of farm-style dishes and two hard steamed buns. "I'll go boil some water first."

The old man left with his back hunched over.

Qin Song drank two cups of water, ate some steamed buns, and looked around the room.

Tao Qing followed her gaze: "What's wrong?"

"Are there any other people in this house?" Qin Song asked in a low voice.

Tao Qingyang helped her pick up some food: "The old man used to have a daughter, but she went to the capital, and now he lives alone."

Oh no, she urgently needs to pee, does that mean she'll have to rely on Tao Qingyang again?

And then there's the bathing... who will help her with that...?

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The author's note: How can a lustful ghost resisting the temptation of Tao not be considered growth?

The rumors about Tao Bujie will be cleared up soon, and Li will be online very soon! [doge head with rose in hand]