The Jade Dragon in the Hibiscus Tent is Warm

Daily sweet

The general has gotten into big trouble again. This is the consensus reached recently by everyone in the barracks, from the lieutenant general to the non-commissioned officers.

Specifically, His Majesty and the general, who had always been in harmony with each other, talking all night long and sleeping with their feet touching, now did not sleep in the same tent!

Not only that, they no longer flirt with each other during meals; they no longer walk around together in the evening to digest their food; and many people say they are no longer used to eating dog food.

Although the deputy general had warned them sternly not to speak ill of His Majesty, it was still difficult to stop the whispers that filled the camp.

"If you ask me, it's still the general's fault. Your Majesty heard that he was injured and came all the way to see him, but he was so cold and stern. Tsk tsk, if this happened in our village, it would be hard to even find a wife."

The skinny monkey squatted aside, picking at the rice in the bowl, his mouth turned down and his tone was quite experienced.

"You old bachelor, you know nothing!"

The big man at the side hit him hard with a hammer, his eyes full of admiration for the general.

"This military camp is not a good place. It's not safe with the wind and sand all over the sky. Aren't you considering His Majesty? In my opinion, this is the responsibility of a mature man!"

“Ahem!”

The skinny monkey was hit so hard by the hammer that he almost vomited out his food. He was so angry that he couldn't control his words.

"It's good to have a responsible man. I haven't seen any income in four days!"

"you!"

The kitchen suddenly became noisy and there were even many people who wanted to see the excitement and placed bets on how long it would take the general to appease His Majesty.

At this time, Gu Zi'an, who was mocked by his subordinates for not being able to enter His Majesty's tent, was discussing military strategies with His Majesty in his own tent.

Advancing and retreating, stretching and relaxing, making a mess between the lips and teeth.

The documents on the table were crumpled up, and the air was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere, causing Gu Zi'an's hand, which was holding Ji Ming's slender waist, to become restless and to reach inside intentionally or unintentionally.

"General, I have a military report to present."

Outside the tent, the lieutenant general's deep voice suddenly came, startling Ji Mingxiu so much that he quickly pushed Gu Zi'an away.

"Don't...don't kiss me."

"What are you afraid of, Your Majesty?"

Gu Zi'an came up with a playful smile and hugged His Majesty, asking for a kiss like a big clingy dog. He wished that the whole army could see that he had coaxed His Majesty.

"Get out of the way. I'm not afraid."

Ji Mingxiu snorted and turned away. How could he not know what Gu Zi'an was up to? He was still angry and had not been appeased. He could not let the news get out, or else he would lose face.

But now the lieutenant general was already waiting outside the tent. He couldn't just walk out of Gu Zi'an's tent with his rosy lips. But after looking around the tent, he found it was empty and there was no place to hide.

"General?"

The lieutenant general raised his voice and glanced inside in confusion.

"Well, come in."

Why does the general's voice sound a little strange?

The lieutenant general was suspicious, but when he entered the tent, he found the general sitting at the table, and nothing seemed to be wrong. So he put aside his complicated thoughts and concentrated on the military report.

"The patrol situation in Chixia Valley in the past three days is..."

Although everything seemed peaceful, Gu Zi'an's back was stretched straight with a thin layer of sweat.

It was already approaching midsummer and the weather was very hot. He was wearing thin clothes in the tent, but now he became an accomplice to the heat wave.

Gu Zi'an's expression moved slightly downwards, he glanced under the table, but was met with His Majesty's smug smile.

Ji Mingxiu licked the corner of his lips slyly, his fingertips circling lightly on the side of Gu Zi'an's legs, feeling the bulging and tense muscles of Gu Zi'an, looking like he was enjoying a good show.

But what he didn't know was that the tip of his pink tongue accidentally brushed the red kiss mark on his lips, colliding with the fair skin and falling into Gu Zi'an's eyes, causing his eyes to suddenly darken.

Don't mess around.

His Adam's apple rolled unnaturally, and Gu Zi'an stretched out his hand to suppress His Majesty's restless movements, but was held by Ji Mingxiu instead.

"And the construction work of the third battalion has already been completed..."

“Ahem!”

The lieutenant general's report was interrupted by Gu Zi'an's sudden cough. His fingertips fell into the warm and delicate silk, and his fingertips were bitten by his lips and teeth in revenge. It didn't hurt, but it aroused a tingling sensation, burning Gu Zi'an's eyes red, and his ears were filled with deafening roars.

Almost subconsciously, he hooked his fingers and rubbed the soft and sensitive flesh with his thick fingertips, causing a subtle tremor.

“Hmm…”

A faint gasp came from somewhere, and the already hot atmosphere in the tent seemed to rise a little.

What's that sound?

The lieutenant general, who had been single for many years and had never seen the world, was so excited that his ears almost stood up.

"Okay, go down."

Gu Zi'an's voice was low and hoarse, yet it was full of unbearable magnetism. Today's job report was in vain, as he hardly heard a word of the second half.

However, it cannot be said that there was no gain at all.

Gu Zi'an looked down at His Majesty's eyes which were soaked with moisture, and guessed that his own eyes were probably filled with burning flames at this moment, going crazy because of the faint fishy smell.

As water and fire merged, the documents on the table were completely soaked, becoming the most blatant evidence of the absurd day.

The only regret was that the fact that the general was expressly forbidden by His Majesty to enter his own tent became a joke that the entire army enjoyed talking about.

No matter who it was, anyone who saw the pitiful appearance of the general wandering outside the tent would not be able to help but step forward to comfort this poor man.

As for what happened behind us, who knows how loud the laughter was.