Chapter 363 General's Childhood Sweetheart 15
As soon as the words fell, the person who spoke was hit on the head by the person next to him: "You are stupid! The general is going to marry Miss Song, and you still mention Princess Xiyue?!"
The man covered his head and muttered, "I don't want to either, but who can't see what Princess Xiyue means to our general? Now the general wants to marry Miss Song, how can she accept it?"
"What can I do if I'm unwilling? I heard that Miss Song and the general were childhood sweethearts. Although Miss Song is now a criminal, look at the fate between her and our general. Is there anyone else who can compare to it?"
"Yes, yes, yes. I also think Miss Song and the general are a better match. She is prettier than Princess Xiyue, hehe..."
"That's right, Miss Song has done so much for our general, so we should never mention Princess Xiyue in front of her again..."
"Yes, yes, yes, I won't say it anymore. Sigh... The old general and the old lady passed away early, and the general has been alone for so many years. Now he finally has a companion..."
Everyone nodded, happy for Song Jiao and Pei Lin.
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Song Jiao has been taking care of Pei Lin these past two days.
The relationship between the two people also progressed rapidly in just two days.
Although happy, it is also short-lived.
Time flies, and soon it is the day when Pei Lin leads the Tianqi Army back to Beijing.
The weather was excellent on the day the army set out, with a sunny day and clear skies.
As soon as she finished packing her things and walked out, Qu Ziming ran over, scratching his head and saying awkwardly, "Miss Song, we don't have a sedan chair here. I think you and the general will have to share a horse."
He knew that women in the capital usually traveled in sedan chairs, but they came here to fight, and they had not expected this unexpected event involving Song Jiao at first.
Upon hearing this, Song Jiao subconsciously looked up at Pei Lin on horseback.
A gentle breeze blew, and fine golden sunlight poured down on him. His silver armor was covered with a thin layer of golden light, making him look like a god.
The man's handsome face was cold and stern, his eyes were as black as obsidian, and he was looking at her.
Good job!!
Song Jiao resisted the urge to lick his lips, thinking, how could this be considered a grievance?
She was even a little impatient.
Song Jiao turned his gaze away and looked at Qu Ziming, curling his lips and saying, "Okay."
Qu Ziming breathed a sigh of relief. He had been afraid that Song Jiao would feel embarrassed and unwilling.
He smiled: "Then Miss Song, please get on the horse quickly, it's time for us to set off."
"Wait!" Song Jiao thought of Xiao Qi and quickly asked about the situation: "Where is Xiao Qi? Who is she sitting with?"
She is a modern person and thinks there is nothing wrong with riding on the same horse, not to mention that she will be with Pei Lin in the future.
But Xiaoqi is a pure and authentic ancient person, so he might not be able to let go.
"Don't worry, Miss Song. Miss Xiaoqi rode her own warhorse when she came with the army, so she can ride by herself."
Song Jiao felt relieved after hearing this and smiled slightly, "So you can ride it yourself..."
Qu Ziming nodded: "Yes."
Song Jiao sighed softly, looking regretful: "That's a pity, I don't know how to do it, so I can only trouble you, General."
She doesn't want to ride alone! !
She wants to sit with Pei Lin!!!
After saying that, she smiled at Qu Ziming again and said, "Thank you, Deputy General Qu."
Qu Ziming waved his hands repeatedly: "Miss Song, there is no need to be so polite to me."
She was taken to Pei Lin, and then Qu Ziming mounted the horse himself.
Song Jiao looked up at Pei Lin from beside his warhorse.
The man stretched out his hand towards her and said, "Catch me, come up."
Song Jiao's hand fell into his palm, the man held it and then exerted force.
Song Jiao got on the horse. Her petite body was completely embraced by Pei Lin in his arms.
There were many teasing and envious looks from the surroundings.
Pei Lin's eyes flitted past her, and suddenly his expression became more restrained. He placed his chin on the back of the woman's head in his arms, and opened his thin lips slightly: "Hold on tight."
Song Jiao hummed and leaned against the hard armor on Pei Lin's chest.
The next second, Pei Lin's voice rang out again: "Let's go!"
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