Qin Dynasty: Father Ying Zheng granted marriage to young Siming

After a while, Shao Siming's cold voice came from inside: "Okay."

Fu Che held the dinner plate, opened the curtain and walked in.

At this moment, young Siming was seen, with his long hair disheveled and wearing a white robe from Fu Che.

The originally dirty face was now as white and calm as before.

It's just that Fu Che is tall, and the clothes he wears seem a bit fat on Shao Siming's body.

Even though Shao Siming is very plump and tall.

"time to eat."

Fu Che said to Shao Siming.

Then put the dinner plate on the table.

Shao Siming came over wearing loose clothes.

Fu Che looked at Young Siming in front of him.

Suppressed some of his own whims.

We are about to get married, and anything will be fine then. As for now...

This is a military camp, so it's better to be restrained.

even if.

At this moment, under his clothes, Shao Siming is absolutely...a vacuum...

Fu Che sat down and continued to write the detailed battle report to be submitted to Xianyang, as well as arrange the next military affairs for Baiyue.

The Great War had just stopped.

But the situation is not yet stable.

After all, Baiyue is too big. This time, although the main force of the Baiyue coalition will be completely wiped out.

However, there are still a considerable number of resistance forces still active in Baiyue.

Next, the encirclement and suppression of these people became the focus of the work.

It's just that Fu Che doesn't need to do these things personally here.

"eat."

Fu Che said to Young Siming who was still standing aside.

Shao Siming looked at Fu Che, then walked to the case, knelt down, picked up the chopsticks,

"Che..."

Shao Siming spoke.

"You shouldn't have come."

Fu Che said calmly.

Shao Siming looked at Fu Che, his eyes seemed a little aggrieved.

"But that's okay."

Fu Che smiled slightly: "I'm very happy that you can come, but you must be obedient in the future."

He reached out and touched Shao Siming's cheek: "I miss you too."

"call……"

Only then did Shao Siming let out a sigh of relief.

Pick up chopsticks.

"Eat quickly."

Fu Che smiled.

Shao Siming picked up the chopsticks.

He picked up a piece of barbecue and took a small bite.

The barbecue is not exquisite, just a little coarse salt and other seasonings are sprinkled on it, but it is very fragrant.

"Is it tasty?"

Fu Che stopped the pen in his hand.

Shao Siming brought the already-bitten roast meat held with chopsticks to Fu Che's mouth.

Fu Che smiled slightly and opened his mouth.

"Yes, Peng Yue and the others are good at their craftsmanship."

Fu Che smiled.

Then he no longer looked at Shao Siming, but turned his mind back to the military affairs in front of him.

Perhaps because he was too hungry, Shao Siming ate very quickly.

By the time Fu Che regained consciousness, Shao Siming was already in a state of despair.

There was nothing left on the plate.

Even the fish heads and bones are picked cleanly.

"Is it enough?"

Fu Che asked Young Siming.

"Um."

Shaoxing nodded.

"Sleepy."

Shao Si Ming said.

Fu Che patted the couch behind him that had been covered with quilts.

"Sleep with me?"

Fu Che asked.

"Ah."

Shao Siming nodded heavily.

Climb onto the bed and hug Fu Che from behind.

Shao Siming, who was behind Fu Che, breathed a long sigh of relief.

The tent was very bright because there were many lights lit.

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At this time, a blast of wind from Fu Che's palm blew out.

All the lights were extinguished at this time, only the oil lamp on the small case in front of him was still on.

"Go to sleep, I will sleep too later."

Fu Che said to Shao Siming.

Shao Siming didn't say anything, he just let go of Fu Che, and there was a sound behind him that sounded like he was taking off his clothes.

Fu Che: "..."

"..."

"..."

The sound of even breathing came from behind.

Fu Che calmed down and continued to deal with military affairs.

Time passed little by little.

By the time everything was taken care of, it was already late at night.

He turned around and glanced at Shao Siming.

At this time, he was already asleep with his quilt rolled up.

Neatly folded clothes were placed on one side.

Fu Che could completely imagine what kind of beautiful scenery there was under this quilt.

There is nothing pretentious about falling down.

He took off his robe without thinking about himself.

I originally thought about getting into bed like this.

But after much hesitation, he still took off his clothes and only the bitter tea purple color remained.

Turn off the oil lamp and get directly into bed.

He took Shao Siming's delicate body into his arms.

"Che..."

Shao Siming spoke with a strong sense of sleepiness.

He put his arms around Fu Che's waist and rubbed him in Fu Che's arms.

"Boom..."

Fu Che kissed Shao Siming on the forehead.

"After all, you are the frightened Muchang elder of the Yin Yang family. Why are you just like a kitten now?

Fu Che asked in a low voice.

But Shao Siming, who was sleeping soundly, naturally wouldn't give Fu Che any response.

"Go to sleep, I'm here, you don't have to be afraid of anything."

Fu Che said in Shao Siming's ear.