It was itchy, and Shi Yong felt like a caterpillar was trapped in his heart, and he subconsciously pulled his hand back.

Zhao Yin thought it was her pain and frowned and said, "I can't bear this pain?"

The man's throat was rustling, a little tired and a little sexy, but when he ran over Shi Yong's eardrum, she felt very disgusted, and all the ripples she had just cultivated dispersed.

Her hands were no longer itchy, and her heart was no longer itchy. She pulled her face down and hugged her arms against the cliff, and glanced at Zhao Yin lazily without saying a word, with a not very friendly expression.

"Then you sleep for a while." Zhao Yin didn't know that the woman was complicated. He just thought Ah Shi was sleepy, pulled up the thin cloak to cover her shoulders, put away the golden sore wound and got up to patrol the camp.

Shi Yong looked at his tall back and was speechless.

This person's thinking is really amazing!

Shi Yong hummed softly, pulled the cloak with his breath high to cover his face, closed his eyes and rested quietly.

I thought I was very sleepy, but when I thought Da Hei was not feeling very comfortable, Shi Yong couldn't fall asleep at all.

A leaf fell down from the cliff, swept past Shi Yong's eyebrows and fell on his shoulders. Shi Yong's eyelids were a little itchy. He opened his eyes to see what happened, but found a man's hand.

Zhao Yin raised his hand and wanted to help her take away the leaves.

Seeing this, I put down my hand.

"When did you come back?" Sitting beside her, without a sound. Shi Yong met his slightly tired eyes, slowly slapped off the leaf, and yawned.

"It's okay to poke people's eyes, childish."

Zhao Yin: “…”

There is no way to argue.

He glanced at the leaves falling on the ground and said nothing.

"Didn't you sleep?"

Shi Yong rubbed his eyes and turned his head. The mist dyed her hair half-dyed, and rubbed against the cliff. It was slightly messy. The rising sunlight fell from the leaves, illuminating her cheeks, as thin as glaze, with curved eyebrows and three-point sharpness. Her eyelashes long covered her scheming, and her tiredness made her look even more lazy and delicate.

Anyone can see that this is a ignorant little girl.

Who would have thought that the owner of this face would dare to break into Wuliang Khan's camp alone at night and burn military weapons and food?

Shi Yong frowned: "Look at what I do?"

Zhao Yin lowered his eyelids: "We're going to set out."

Shi Yong said, took off the cloak from his shoulder and handed it back to him, "Then let's go."

"You use it. I'm not cold." Zhao Yin stopped her movements, frowned, as if he was struggling with something.

Shi Yong really couldn't bear to give up the buckle, so he handed it in a fake way. The other person didn't want it, so she took it back and wrapped herself in her arms, and asked slowly, "What do you want to say?"

Zhao Yin looked at her slightly red face, "Can you do it?"

Shi Yong was stunned, "What can I do?"

Zhao Yin said: "Riding a horse."

It was only one hour to take a nap, but it was still in the cold wilderness that supplemented physical strength and rested physically. Shi Yong was not much more comfortable than before, but he could hear Zhao Yin's implicit sound.

He was struggling whether the next way was to let her ride alone or continue to ride with him.

Shi Yong stared at him for a while and snorted softly:

"I will drag you down after saying it, but you just don't listen. Now that I'm halfway, can you want to throw me away?"

This is completely a foolish statement. Shi Yong himself felt that it was unkind and unfair to Zhao Yin. However, seeing that he was so worried about whether to hug her or not, she just felt uncomfortable and her temper was rising in her little days.

"You don't have to worry about me, I have to do it even if I can't."

Zhao Yin frowned and sighed slightly, "I just asked."

After only one question, she kept saying countless words, as if he was a ruthless person.

"You came to save me, how could I be grateful? Let's go."

After saying that, he stood up with his arms on the ground and reached out to support Shi Yong.

Shi Yong always felt awkward when he heard this sentence "gratitude", but she was a lazy person and didn't like to ask questions. She was really uncomfortable now and was too lazy to be pretentious. He helped her to the side of the horse and held her on the horse.

Zhao Yin was silent and careful.

It was like a weak and boneless woman who couldn't even get on the saddle, and her movements looked almost caring.

"Be careful not to get the rub."

Shi Yong looked at him indifferently.

"Minor injury..."

She wanted to say that this little injury was nothing, but when she spoke, her throat lowered a little, and she coughed, and then changed it to, "Sir, don't worry about me, I can stand it."

Well, fragile, but strong.

Shi Yong didn't know if he was good at acting, but Zhao Yin's eyes showed a complex feeling of worry.

"Next time, break your leg."

Shi Yong: "???"

Are you still blaming her for stealing it out?

It's already this time. Is she trying to hear this sentence? Can't this person say a few nice words? Shi Yong was so resentful and didn't say anything.

Zhao Yin didn't look at her expression at first sight, and stepped on his horse to hold her, hugged her in front of her like she had just crossed the mountain stream, and set out towards Lu Longsai in the dense forest of lush plants.

After passing the mountain stream, you will leave Qingshan Pass, walk out of this dense forest, and cross the mountain, and you will see the Luanshui River, which is closer to Lulongsai.

After a brief rest, the team was no longer as nervous as the march last night. As we went along, we could occasionally chat for a few words, and the atmosphere was much more lively.

A group of people seemed to wake up from exhaustion just now and began to taste the fruits of victory in the war last night. From chaos to clearing and brightness, those thrilling fragments were recalled in their minds again, and their feelings were different from last night.

When we chatted with each other, you killed a few, I killed a few, who did you meet, whom I met, which enemy was very brave, and which comrade died a pity. He was excited and sighed. This group of soldiers who were on the battlefield seemed to have truly felt the various wars at this time.

Shi Yong sat in front of Zhao Yin's horse and listened to the sporadic discussions behind him.

She couldn't help but speak.

"Sir, did you often fight wars before?"

Zhao Yin looked faint and said as he walked: "Not always."

What a topic ending.

Shi Yong glanced at him and said with a smile: "My family Axiang said that she had seen the adults return to the court before. She rode a horse and passed Zhengyang Street. She was so handsome and majestic. Many big girls and wives went to see her, and many families wanted to betroth their daughters to the adults--"

Zhao Yin lowered his head and swept over her eyebrows, "Didn't you go and see?"

Why is this person's focus so unexpected?

Shi Yong's original intention was to ask him, why he had not married or taken concubines or served by his side, she was a little curious about the true thoughts of this adult, but he threw the question back to her in one sentence.

"No."

Shi Yong's humming sounded half true and half false.

"What's the point of seeing me? The adult was young and handsome at that time, and I was a little girl..."

Zhao Yin frowned, "I am very old now?"

Sure enough, my thinking is different from that of ordinary people.

Shi Yong sighed and glanced at him with a squinted eyes, "I want to say, what kind of family is my family? What if I go and see it, can you still hope that the adults will succeed?"

Zhao Yin was silent for a moment and suddenly said, "You said you wanted to be the governor's wife that day."

Shi Yong:...

She said that the governor's wife would not insult her, but she did not say that she wanted to be the governor's wife. These two sentences were completely different concepts. Why did Zhao Yin say this? It was as if she was determined to marry him?

Moreover, she was determined to marry, but she had not agreed.

Shi Yong was dissatisfied and said lightly: "I'm just an example. I'd rather be a poor wife than a noble concubine. Haven't you heard of it?"

Zhao Yin said, "It makes sense."

Shi Yong raised his breath and almost cursed.

He said in his heart: Do this person really don’t know what she is saying? Or is he deliberately pretending to be stupid? What is the reason for it?

Shi Yong looked at him meaningfully,

"When I go back this time, my reputation may be ruined. I wonder how many rumors you will suffer in the future. Are you ready?"

Zhao Yin said: "Look, will I be afraid?"

Shi Yong looked up at him lazily, "Aren't you afraid?"

Zhao Yin said: "A real man is calm in the world, why are he afraid of rumors?"

Shi Yong sneered, "That's what you have never really seen rumors to fear--"

Zhao Yin looked down at her, his black eyes were faint, "Have you seen it?"

Shi Yong hesitated how to answer, and then he heard Zhao Yin say, "Isn't this your father told you?"
To be continued...