Chapter 208: Tenderness in the Tent
The Canglang Tribe suffered heavy losses from the thunder attacks of the Dragon Feather Guards and the Mountain Ghost Camp, and temporarily retracted its claws, but its secret collusion with the Cologne Tribe became more frequent.
The situation on the Beidi grassland is like a pot of oil that is about to boil, just missing the last spark.
Inside the main tent of Prince Yong's army, there was a warm atmosphere, which formed a sharp contrast with the cold and solemn atmosphere outside.
Dongfang Yuning was like a lazy cat, nestled in Nangong Ye's solid and warm arms, her fingertips occasionally twirling around a strand of his hanging black hair.
She raised her little face, her peach blossom eyes flashing with cunning and excitement:
"Husband, let's not deal with them one by one this time. It's too troublesome. I think we should just deal with these restless ones.
For example, Canglang, Cologne, and those who sneakily want to join in the fun, all of them will be "recruited" at once!"
Her tone was so relaxed as if she was discussing recruiting a few opera troupes.
"Then what,"
She became more and more excited as she spoke, her eyes sparkling.
"Let's take this vast grassland and develop it! Let's take an in-depth tour of the grassland!"
Let those who stay in Yanmao City all day long come and see the real cattle and sheep in the wind blowing the grass, ride horses, shoot arrows, stay in a yurt at night, and eat roasted whole lamb! How interesting!
It also saves me from having to worry about the neighbors' evil intentions every now and then, and having to trouble my husband to come and greet them in person."
She painted a blueprint of peace and prosperity, as if the land beneath her feet, which had just experienced a bloody battle, would become a five-star tourist attraction tomorrow.
Nangong Ye looked down at his little wife in his arms, and his lips curled up slightly at her whimsical yet inexplicably feasible idea.
He tightened his arms, holding her more tightly in his embrace, his chin rubbing against the top of her fragrant hair, his voice low and doting:
"Okay, I'll listen to Ning'er. Ning'er, you can play however you want. Your husband will clear all obstacles for you."
His big hands began to become dishonest. His fingertips with thin calluses gently moved across her slender waist and soft back through the fabric, causing a slight tremor.
Dongfang Yuning felt her body soften under his touch, but she raised her arms and hooked them around his neck. A hint of charm appeared between her eyebrows, and she put her red lips close to his ear, breathing like orchids:
"Husband, Long Ling and the brothers at Shan Gui have worked hard too. This time, how about...letting Little Ling Ling out to exercise a bit, maybe plow the fields? Letting it experience the joy of roaming the grasslands?"
AI Zero's electronic voice immediately rang excitedly in Dongfang Yuning's mind:
Commander! Zero is ready! Farming mode has been loaded! Make sure all the uneven, threatening dirt and debris are crushed and leveled! Create the safest resort for you!
Obviously, AI Zero is full of enthusiasm to be released to work.
Nangong Ye's breathing became noticeably heavier because of her close whisper and the tempting proposal.
He turned his head, his thin lips almost touching Dongfang Yuning's ear, his voice dangerously hoarse:
"Then...it all depends on how my baby plans to serve me today. If you serve me well, not only will I be happy to plow the fields for you, not to mention Little Lingling..."
Dongfang Yuning's cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were full of charm.
She stretched out her slender fingers and gently lifted Nangong Ye's perfectly shaped chin, imitating his usual overbearing tone, but her voice was so soft that it could drip water:
"Your Majesty, what you said is true. Tonight... I will definitely do my best to satisfy you."
The temperature inside the tent suddenly rose.
The flickering candlelight illuminated the intertwining figures and rapid breathing.
The night on the grassland is destined to be wild and hot.
The next morning, Nangong Ye felt refreshed and satisfied like a lion after a full meal. He carefully tucked in the quilt for the little woman in his arms who was sleeping soundly with pitiful tears in her eyes, and then got up quietly.
It was not until noon that Dongfang Yuning slowly woke up.
Although my waist and legs are sore, I am in very good spirits.
She changed into a fiery red dress and covered it with a fluffy, snow-white, flawless fox fur cloak of the finest quality. The red and white colors contrasted with each other, making her skin look whiter than snow, and she looked incredibly bright and beautiful.
Nangong Ye personally carried her onto the horse, held her in front of him, and led the army towards the area where the Canglang Tribe and the Cologne Tribe might form an alliance.
She snuggled in his arms, her little face slightly red from the wind, but she looked at the vast grassland scenery with great interest.
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