"Okay, okay, my fault." Ye Fuxun took Qingyun's hand, and it was indeed burnt red. He began to feel distressed in his heart, and asked, "Is there any cooling cream to treat burns?"
"It's just a minor injury and it's fine." Qingyun said with his hand away. Dong Lingxin added a branch to the fire, flipped the fish on it, and said, "I will return to the capital the day after tomorrow."
Hearing that he was going back to the capital, Ye Fuxun's smile faded slightly. Qingyun naturally understood the little Jiujiu in his master's heart, and quickly changed the subject and asked, "Vice General Dong, is your fish okay?"
Dong Lingxin turned the fish over, smelled it and said, "It's almost ready."
Sure enough, when Ye Fuxun heard that the fish was almost ready, his eyes lit up, and he thought of the crimes of a certain prince during the day, and said, "Really, that bastard Song Hanzhuo..."
Dong Lingxin looked up and saw a tall figure at the door of the courtyard. He winked at the chattering little woman, but Ye Fuxun ignored it and continued, "I traveled thousands of miles from the capital to the north, and he didn't even give me food."
Eat, you are not allowed to stay here, and you are shutting me out. This bastard, a heartless man..." Ye Fuxun took a stick and poked the ground hard, imagining it as a certain prince's.
A face.
Dong Lingxin looked at His Royal Highness Chen Wang who was getting closer and closer, his face getting darker and darker. He coughed twice, and Ye Fuxun asked with concern, "Vice General Dong, are you catching a cold?"
Hearing Ye Fuxun's words, Dong Ling's confidence collapsed. He was secretly worried about Princess Chen in front of him. He could only lower his head and concentrate on grilling his own fish. Qingyun also saw Song Hanzhao and was busy doing it.
Ye Fuxun touched her sleeves and winked behind Ye Fuxun. Ye Fuxun had an ominous premonition. When she looked back, she saw that the person she had just scolded was standing behind her. She was so frightened that she stood up suddenly.
, not paying attention to the stick under his feet, he slipped and fell towards the fire behind him. Song Hanzhuo's expression changed, and he stepped forward, holding Ye Fuxun's hand tightly with his left hand, and fished it back to himself.
In Ye Fuxun's arms, his right hand naturally covered Ye Fuxun's waist.
There was a hint of blame and helplessness in his tone, "Can you please reassure me?"
Ye Fuxun pushed Song Hanzhuo away and said coquettishly, "Whether I am hurt or not is none of your business."
The two of them were at war with each other. In order not to accidentally hurt themselves, Qingyun and Dong Lingxin made excuses to leave one after another, taking the grilled fish with them as well.
"Are you angry with me?" Song Hanzhuo looked at a certain little woman's face in the moonlight. He saw a little woman humming and said, "You don't dare. How dare you make His Highness King Chen angry?"
"Xun'er, talk to me properly." The man's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his face was unhappy, and he said coldly to the little woman in front of him. Perhaps he was used to giving orders in the military camp, but the low and cold voice made Ye Fuxun a little agitated.
Uncomfortable, she lowered her head and said nothing, and did not look at Song Hanzhuo. The moonlight shone on her body, and her aggrieved body had a touch of desolation. After all, Song Hanzhao couldn't bear to be too harsh on her, so he sighed and pulled Ye
Fu Xun's hand, "Why are your hands so cold?" He took off his cloak and put it on Ye Fu Xun's body, pulling her to sit by the fire, "Xun'er, don't act like a child, Bian Bei
This is not a place for you to stay."
Seeing that Ye Fuxun still lowered his head and said nothing, Song Hanzhuo put a pair of big hands on her back, and his voice was low and magnetic, as beautiful as the strings of the piano when it reaches its peak, "You are in Bianbei, and I will be distracted."
Ye Fuxun slowly raised his face, which was full of pear blossoms and rain. His clear eyes were filled with tears. Song Hanzhuo, who had never seen Ye Fuxun cry before, panicked for a moment and awkwardly wiped her tears.
, the rough fingers rubbed Ye Fuxun's delicate face red, and the burning feeling made Ye Fuxun cry even more happily.
A certain prince hurriedly put Ye Fuxun into his arms and coaxed him awkwardly, "It's my fault."
"You're a big liar." Ye Fuxun beat Song Hanzhuo's chest, accusing a certain prince of various crimes, "You said you missed me, but I came all the way here, and you're not happy at all, and you still keep me in prison
You don’t see me outside the door, and no one gives me anything to eat..."
After hearing this, Song Han was confused, this... where did this joke come from? Seeing the little woman in his arms crying so hard that he couldn't breathe, he could only admit it. After a while, Ye Fuxun gradually calmed down.
When she came down, she sobbed loudly, pulled up her cloak and wiped the tears and snot from her face, and said aggrievedly, "You don't know how worried I am about you. Sister Fengchu said that the military rations were burned, so I bought them."
The Su family’s 10,000 shi of grain was quickly delivered to you, and a banquet was held for the nobles in the capital to donate grain and money, and they even secretly came to see you without the backs of your father, the emperor, mother, and concubines.”
The sweet voice made Song Hanzhuo's heart melt. He suddenly had an impulse to take the woman in his arms with him so that she could not leave him for a moment, but that was only a momentary thought.
Ye Fuxun was talking, maybe because he was tired from crying, he actually fell asleep in Song Hanzhuo's arms. Song Hanzhuo saw that the little woman in his arms had not moved for a long time. When he lowered his head, he saw that the little woman was sleeping with tears on her face.
Feeling sweet, he smiled lovingly, picked up Ye Fuxun across his waist, and carried him back to his yard.
The guard was surprised to see His Highness King Chen walking into his room holding a grown man in his arms. They looked at each other in disbelief, and a bloody scene filled their minds.
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Tang Yunheng left Danyue Mountain and headed straight for Fuyang City. Ji Fuling panted behind and said, "Master Tang, can we take a rest?"
"Miss Ji, look, that's Fuyang City. If you hold on a little longer, we'll be there." Tang Yunheng pointed to an isolated city in the distance and said. Seeing Ji Fuling, a girl from Ji Fuling's family was so tired that she was sweating profusely and kept talking.
His skin also turned white, and he felt a little distressed in his heart. He walked to Ji Fuling's side, bent down, and said, "Come up."
Ji Fuling looked at Tang Yunheng with some confusion and asked, "What is Mr. Tang doing?"
"I'll carry you on my back." The natural voice sounded in Ji Fuling's ears, directly hitting Ji Fuling's heart.
"No need." Ji Fuling refused and walked gently in front of Tang Yunheng, "Mr. Tang, your injuries are not completely healed yet. How can I let you carry me on your back?" She lowered her head and walked forward in small steps.
Let's go, Tang Yunheng looked at Ji Fuling's small figure, with a smile in his eyes, and quickly chased after her.
Before they reached Fuyang City, a dark shadow quietly fell in front of Tang Yunheng and Ji Fuling. Seeing this person, Tang Yunheng couldn't help but touch the sword on his waist and protect Ji Fuling behind him.
He asked in a cold voice, "Who is coming?"
I saw that figure clasping fists and saluting Tang Yunheng, "Young General Tang, I'm in Xia Yunji. His Royal Highness, King Chen, is here to protect the general." He said and took out a token.
Tang Yunheng saw that the hand holding the sword was loosened, and he smiled and said, "Thank you."
Yunji put his index finger in his mouth and blew a loud whistle. Two horses came running from a distance, one white and one black. Yunji got on the black horse. Tang Yunheng helped Ji Fuling get on the white horse. Later,
He also got on the white horse, folded Ji Fuling into his arms, waved the reins, and drove towards Fuyang City. Ji Fuling's face turned red, and Tang Yunheng's arms carried a faint refreshing air, a familiar smell.
Ji Fuling was a little bit confused, and the warm days were falling on her head, which made Ji Fuling a little bit at a loss. This was the first time Ji Fuling had accidentally had close contact with a man.
I couldn't help but raise my head and secretly look at Tang Yunheng's strong chin, pursed my lips and smiled, and leaned in his arms with peace of mind.
Xihekou.
King Song Hancheng of Jin was drinking wine alone in the camp, with candlelight flickering. He was not wearing armor, but wore an elegant brocade robe, and a simple jade crown with tassels on his head. His jet-black hair was flowing down, silk
The strands of hair are scattered over the shoulders, under the high bridge of the nose, the lip color is as bright as snow cherry, and the lines on the face are extremely perfect. If it weren't for the sinister look in his eyes, he would really be a man as bright as the moon.
The camp tent moved slightly, and a man with a majestic body and dignified appearance walked in. His eyes shot up to the cold stars, and his eyebrows were as thick as paint. His chest was broad, and he had an aura that was invincible. On his head, he wore the unique jewelry of the foreign tribes in the north.
When he saw Song Hancheng, he didn't show any courtesy. He sat aside and poured himself a large bowl of wine. He drank it down and said in a rough voice, "His Royal Highness, what's the point of drinking alone? Heerdan will accompany His Highness to get drunk."
How about a break?"
Song Hancheng sneered, raised the glass and gestured to Heerdan, then drank it down and said, "General Heerdan came to my camp, I'm afraid it's not just about drinking."
"King Khan said that His Highness has great military talents, and today the Japanese general is here to make a deal with His Highness." Heerdan said, staring at Song Hancheng with a pair of tiger eyes, and saw that Song Hancheng met his gaze without fear.
Not losing his momentum, he asked, "Hadazhen wants to make a deal with me." She smiled evilly, completely losing her elegance in the capital. She raised her eyebrows and asked, "This is strange. The rules for making deals with me.
You just have to follow my king’s rules.”
Heldan smiled heartily and said, "It's easy to talk about."
Song Hancheng looked at Heerdan with his sinister eyes and asked coldly, "First tell me what benefits I can get."
"It will allow His Highness to ascend to the top of the Ninth Five-Year Plan."
His calm eyes sank slightly, and the ambition within them was clearly visible, and he asked firmly, "How can I help this king ascend to that ninety-five-year position?"
"King Khan only wants five cities south of Fuyang City. In exchange, we foreigners will send troops to help His Highness." After hearing Heerdan's words, Song Hancheng looked up to the sky and laughed. The sword in his hand was instantly unsheathed and pressed against Heerdan's chest.
On his neck, he said in a cold voice, "Does Hadazhen really think that this king is a fool? I'm afraid he wants more than just the five cities south of Fuyang City. I helped him capture those five cities, and then he
When I send troops to the capital in the name of helping this king seize the throne, I'm afraid I won't be able to capture the entire Xuanyue Dynasty with just one soldier."