My lord, she is beautiful and good at fighting

The drums for the withdrawal from the front sounded, and the dull sound stretched for thousands of miles.

Wei Wan lowered his eyes and retracted his bow, and led the Wei army to the Beishu granary. Half of the corn and beef in the granary had been emptied by Beirong, but this grain was obtained by Beirong from the three counties in the lower border city. Shu had no way to stop him, so Luotian Qiejiang led his troops to attack the city, and the adjourned squadron moved out part of the squadron to break camp.

But just as the Wei army was groping closer, the granary suddenly burst into flames, and even the war drums in front were no longer so eye-catching.

Wei Wan set up his bow and pointed it at the granary. Just as everyone was preparing to attack, a dumpling covered in black smoke turned out of the granary. He squatted on the ground and stepped on his clothes that were burned by the sparks. Not far away in the northeast There are birdsong that does not suit the season.

The tips of Tuanzi's ears twitched, he curled up and hugged his knees, rolling towards the place where the birds were singing.

Wei Wanfeng narrowed his eyes, with fierceness burning in them. He threw the arrows back into the quiver and walked towards the rolling dumpling. He grabbed the person by the collar. The dumpling was suddenly lifted up and his feet were in the air. After two kicks, he punched Wei Wan in the face with his backhand. His lowered voice was a little childish: "You dare to catch me!"

The fist was wrapped in a big palm, which slowed down the strength of an ox. The slight green bamboo energy enveloped the dumpling, and the kicking feet hesitated, thinking something bad in his heart.

"Wei Ah Ying, you are so courageous!" Wei Wan almost gritted his teeth and said word by word, "Is it because you think the whips in front of the temple after leaving the capital were too light?"

A smile appeared on Wei Ban's face, two lumps of flesh were squeezed out of his dusty cheeks, and he looked innocent and obedient: "Little aunt, what a coincidence, you... you are also here to attack. No. , Didn’t it hurt you?”

After a pause, Wei Ban shrank his neck. When his little aunt rushed towards him, he could only smell the strong smell of blood. After his little aunt planted cinnabar osmanthus in Fuyun Pavilion, he used to use osmanthus cold incense and marched for many days. It was probably because he didn't pay attention to these things that he didn't react.

Now that he was so close, he could vaguely tell that this green bamboo aura was what Rong Xian was used to.

"Ha," Wei Wan chuckled coldly, raising his hand to grab the lump of flesh squeezed out of his face, "What Wei Aying means is, I haven't seen you for a long time. You are good at martial arts and can knock down my little aunt with a punch. ?”

After he finished speaking, a head emerged from the place where the birds were singing. Chen Luo wanted to see why Xiao Shisun had taken so long to come out just for setting fire. However, when he raised his eyes, he saw his general carrying Xiao Shisun standing there. At the back of the burning granary, his eyes suddenly widened, he blinked, rubbed his hands, and shouted in surprise: "General!"

"Go back to the city to deal with you!" Wei Wan glanced at Wei Ban and walked towards Chen Luo with the man in hand, "Just the two of you?"

Chen Luo paused and touched the feather fan on his waist with some guilt: "This morning, Luo Ting and Qi Jiang led his troops to attack the border. We thought that the general must have entered the boundary of the border city and wanted to come to meet him. This... …passing through this place, it looked a bit desolate,”

Chen Luo licked his dry lips and said for a moment, "Burn the granary, just by the way."

"If there are many people, we will just pass by..." Chen Luo quickly added.

"Passing by?" Wei led several Wei family soldiers up the mountain. Hearing this, he smiled on his lips, with a somewhat unclear meaning. "Then you know, where do I come from? Just from the direction where you two are going to be detained!"

Chen Luo and Wei Ban couldn't help but swallowed their saliva and opened their eyes wide. How did the general/little aunt know that they were going.

Wei Wan helped the man get on the horse and inadvertently looked at the expressions of the two people, and there was nothing clear about them.

The Wei-like body fell in front of her and whispered: "By the way, kill someone."

When Wei Wan heard this, he laughed angrily at the two people's casual remarks. He grabbed his ears and pinched them hard: "If you continue to explain, just say it in a straight line."

The fallen leaves on the way here have been covered by the tide of mud, waiting for them to take root and sprout in the coming year, supply nutrients to the branches, and moisten the buds in spring. When we return, the wind is still strong, but it is not blowing the leaves. At the same time, At the same time, the figure standing tall on the wall in the clouds is still as tall as a tree, and the blood-stained white robe has been taken off, and is now covered with the green color of spring, infinite vitality and vitality.

The cold winter will eventually wait for the autumn moon and spring flowers, and he will eventually wait for her. Fortunately, the wait has arrived.

The sound of horse hooves came from far to near, coming from the direction of Bingzhou, and the person he wanted to wait for was driving a black horse, one person leading the way. Rong Xian's figure flashed on the city wall, and he was in front of the red gate of the city tower. He stood solemnly, with spring on his sleeves.

Wei Wan tightened the reins and stopped kicking with iron hooves. Before he could speak, Wei Ban in front of him was pulled by Rong Xian's collar and carried to the ground.

Then he got on his horse, hugged Wei Huan in his arms, and the black horse galloped out.

Wei Ban breathed a sigh of relief. If it were different from the usual situation, he might have grabbed his little aunt's sleeve and had a fight with Rong Xian.

But looking at Rong Xian's expression, could it be that the little aunt also sneaked out? Maybe my little aunt will be beaten too?

Wow, Wei Ban felt a little haggard and listless when he thought about this. Even if his little aunt was going to be beaten, he still couldn't escape the beating he was going to receive.

The whole person looked like a peacock caught in the rain.

The black horse galloped around Bingzhou City in the wilderness to inspect the territory. Rong Xian put his hand on her waist without any scruples, pinched the soft flesh on her side that was hard to grasp, put it against her ear, and bit her hard: "What? What do you mean? Wei Wan."

"Leave me alone and run." Rong Xian's lips were pressed under her earlobe, and the breath of driving the horse was still orderly, exhaling heat, infecting Wei Wan, "Very chic, isn't it?"

"No worries, all alone?"

Rong Xian held the beady earlobe in his mouth, and the sound entered Wei Wan's ear. After a long sound, he bit the small tragus in front, grinding the tips of his teeth together. Wei Wan ducked aside for a moment, and Rong Xian caught his face and looked sideways. He ran into the dark and unclear sight.

Wei Wan's heart skipped a beat and he suddenly fell. There was endless pain and indescribable emotions in his eyes. They were entangled together as if they were woven into a dense web. By the time he realized it, he had been swallowed up and wrapped in it. .

"Rong Xian..."

He didn't give her another chance to speak, and swallowed all the lingering words. His lips and teeth touched each other, but he didn't go deep. He just tasted it briefly again and again. Rong Xian rubbed her chin, closed his eyes and pressed against her forehead. The words are vague: "Wei Wan,"

"You are so precious."

"You are so precious." He raised his eyes and looked into those twinkling eyes. The darkness and shock seemed to turn into mulberry silk, pulled out from their eyes, and when they were carefully twisted into a rope, he felt inexplicably. The coordination and co-production, “more important than anything else.”

The stone steps of Jingchen Temple were too cold, just like her body, silently held in his arms.

As soon as the words fell, they turned into gusts of wind and rain, attacking Wei Wan, scorching her limbs and torso, and spreading into the armor with moisture.

This book is actually a double life, but Rong Xian recovered his memory later, and now he has remembered everything, and can further develop his emotional line!

Otherwise, it would be too unfair for only one person to remember the relationship between two people.