box of hearts

Chapter 73
"The country is an enemy country, but people are relatives. The third master was sent to Tatar when he was young, and he and the second prince have been sworn brothers for more than ten years. Compared with each other's brothers, they are thousands of times closer." Qingtian thought of Qi The lame little prince in the story that She once told her, and the big boy who stretched out his hand to lift him up from the ground.She smiled slightly, turned to Mu Yun and said, "The third master said that he 'almost' doesn't trust anyone, and the second prince is one of the 'almost'."

There were about several hundred Tatar soldiers, and they quickly and quietly set up camp on the outskirts.Suhebalu himself was invited by Qi She into the big tent for a chat, and after an hour, the two of them left the tent side by side.It was getting dark, and several huge pillars of fire were ignited in the empty field of the camp. He Wuwei, Mo Zhigen and a dozen other soldiers from the two armies sat on the ground, and the low table in front of them was filled with delicious food and wine.Qi She and Suhe Baru sat at the head of the table together, and a small table was added obliquely next to Qi She's hand, which was Qingtian's seat.

Since taking off the brand last year, Qingtian has never experienced a night of singing and singing, and he did not entertain guests with wine tonight, but he became the chief guest of honor, and he didn't know how to dress up for a while.After choosing and choosing, I picked a long gown with a single apricot on the ground, a simple handkerchief skirt, a bun, a pair of ginkgo-sized pigeon blood stone plugs in the ears and eyes, elegant and pretty, supporting Mu Yunshan Shan appeared.There were two warriors practicing swords and guns on the field, and just as they were cheering from all sides, she took advantage of this moment to quietly sit down at the next table to Qi She.Qi She caught a glimpse of her, bumped his elbow at Suhe Baru beside him, pointed to Qingtian, and said something.Suhebalu turned his square purple-black face, smiled and nodded to Qingtian, while carefully measuring her, he wrapped his arms around Qi She's head and neck and murmured a lot.Qi She shook her shoulders happily, nodding and shaking her head for a while.All of this was seen by Qingtian, she was slightly unhappy, and stared straight at him with raised eyebrows, meeting Suhebalu's eyes.The wild-looking Mongolian man froze for a moment, then shyly flashed a little, and turned his eyes away.

Many, many years later, Qingtian would listen with a smile to Suhebaru's reminiscence of this meeting, but at that time, she only picked an empty and malicious "Ai" to Qishe.

The field has been replaced by a Tatar boy with long eyebrows and handsome, playing the qin with a rich tone. Qi Shezheng was listening to it fascinated. When she called her, he turned his face in disbelief, "Huh?"

Qingtian leaned towards him, and lowered his voice: "What did you tell that Tatar about me?"

Qi She bit his tongue, leaned over, and said in a low voice, "What 'Tatar'? Be polite, he's your future uncle."

"Don't try to get around it, what are you talking about me?"

"I said," he looked forward to Qintong with a pair of smiling eyes, and only brought his face closer to her, "I'm bumping into a 500-year-old affair, and I've seen thousands of people, like this Fortunately, Xi Niang’s Pang Er has rarely seen it before. But people are dazzled and speechless, and their souls are flying in the middle—"

Qingtian didn't wait for Qi She to continue reading Zhang Junrui's love speech to Yingying in "The Story of the West Chamber", and laughed and cursed: "Fuck you! Tell me, why are you talking to him about me for so long?"

"Speak carefully. I just talked to him. This time, my brother has fallen. I have met the Yasha star in my life. If you don't succeed, you will succeed."

When Qingtian heard this, he knew that Qi She was talking nonsense, but his face couldn't help but burn with fever.He didn't like it well and turned his eyes back to look at it, but when he saw it, the flush on her face became more intense.Qing Tianjiang frowned his cheeks with one hand, gave him an annoyed look, retracted his upper body and sat upright with his eyes straight.

Qi She also pulled away and laughed silently.Qingtian has blushed several times in front of him. It's not like he's never seen a woman blush, but it's a completely different thing for a woman who is a man in her life to blush.In fact, the beauty of Qingtian is not untainted. It is like a woman made of water. The water is splashed with dirt, and after a long time, it becomes necrotic and becomes a nest of mud.But she is like a continuous, bottomless living water, no matter how much dirt she eats, if she swallows and settles over time, she will become a clear water surface that can be learned from.Different from the innocence of an ignorant girl, the innocence in this dusty atmosphere, in Qi She's view, is even admirable, just as people admire a man who cannot be promiscuous, rich or poor, and mighty and unyielding.

He was sitting a few feet away from Qingtian, and kept thinking about her shy appearance: the bright red under the pale skin was gradually dissipating, like a drop of blood, turbulent in a bowl of thick kumiss .

The mellow aroma of kumiss permeated the four directions, and the stars rose in the sky.It is impossible to convincingly that the stars on the prairie are the same as those elsewhere, because the ones here are obviously rounder, brighter, and full of texture. Compared with them, the one in Beijing is just fake. Jewelry-like fakes.

Just under this bright sea of ​​stars, the men were drinking, shouting, and laughing for fun.Qing Tian also chatted and laughed with Mu Yun, poured herself a drink, and occasionally heard a loud laugh from her side, she glanced out of the corner of her eye, and met Qi She's eyes.Unreasonably, she dodged hastily, not daring to look carefully.

His eyes were the second thing that made her restless after the memories of the past.

13.
It didn't take long before I heard Chinese and Mongolian voices mixed together and roaring applause.Qi She and Suhe Baru got up together and walked towards the field. Qi She smiled slightly drunk, took off his coat a few times and coiled it around his waist, revealing half of his body naked.

The torch was burning scorchingly behind him, and Qingtian watched the fire from the other side, only feeling that the fire was burning all the way into his heart.Through the clothes, she has seen Qi She's body countless times, and without the clothes, she has seen more men's bodies, but never once, she has seen this kind of body: muscular, strong like a lion, dark There is hair growing on the chest, and there are many scars entrenched.She recalled Qiao Yunze, lean and graceful, with smooth leather, holding a gentle white jade pen in her hand; and a knife in front of her eyes.Qingtian suddenly wondered if he would get cut if he brushed his fingers across Qi She's sharp back.

Sukhbaru on the other side also took off his shirt, his body was generally tight and strong.He pressed his right hand to his chest, bent down to salute, and then stretched out his arms and rushed over.Qingtian didn't realize that they were wrestling until he and Qi She wrestled together inextricably, while she was staring intently at it with greedy eyes.

The scar on the palm of his hand was itching strangely again, Qingtian scratched the gauze while turning his flushed cheeks away.Mu Yun beside him was watching the battle with all his attention, and suddenly screamed, he was so nervous that he grabbed her and shouted hello desperately.Qingtian let him chatter and chatter with excitement, he just picked up the wine bowl in front of him and took a big gulp, without looking into the arena again.

She didn't know when the game ended, nor did she know the outcome, but suddenly heard thunderous applause, and then smelled a scent, not a fragrance, but surprisingly pleasant.When she turned her face back, she saw: Qi She was passing by her, with a layer of sweat floating on her back, like heavy golden beads, which he wiped with his own hands, and flicked them rudely.Qingtian suddenly understood that it was his sweat, his body odor, and it was this smell that filled her dream last night.The beauty in the dream is still as vivid as a picture, it is a demon realm, tempting to sink.

She silently chanted the Buddha's name, and consciously calmed down a bit. Beside the fire, a dozen or so Tatar wrestlers had already bowed and left, and a group of young girls appeared on the stage.They sing and dance, flying their limbs in all directions with the intense rhythm, and throwing bright eyes one after another, accompanied by the five-color brocade robes on their bodies, light-yellow silk belts, emeralds and corals on their hats... everything is beautiful. Shining youthful and moving brilliance.

When the music stopped, the most dazzling of the dancers came straight to the center, faced Qi She and gave a salute, filled his golden wine bowl on the table with both hands, held it up, opened his vermilion lips and showed his teeth.A voice swaying about love, with a long aftertaste.After a toast was sung, the audience was thunderous, and Suhe Baru, who shared the table, was overjoyed, clasped his hands and whistled.Qi She was stupefied, clasping his palms and laughing loudly, took the wine from the girl's hand, turned over the bowl to meet each other.The new round of cheers continued, and he had refilled the empty wine bowl, stood up, dipped his fingertips into the wine, flicked the wine beads to the sky and the ground, and wiped them on his forehead again. The girl who looked straight at the toast opened her mouth.

Qingtian has never heard a more melodious male voice in this life. The lower part is deep and quiet like water, and the higher part is bright and bright like flames. The empty part is wind and sand; the real part is iron and gold, soul-stirring and moving. Soul.She couldn't understand a word of what Qi She sang, but she could hear her body trembling one after another, as if trying a piece of fine silk naked, and the exquisite patterns and luxurious touches crawled over her skin inch by inch.There is no woman who would not want to take such material as her own and use it to cut a good dress that fits every curve of the body.

Amidst the cheers of mountains and tsunami, the Tatar girl's cheeks were flaming, and she took the wine bowl with her hands raised high in front of her eyebrows, and with a slight twist in her hands, she deliberately pressed her dazzlingly red lips on the edge of the bowl and sipped it all together. Where the wetness still remains, drink it up in one gulp.When the bowl is lowered, the eyes that shine like a morning star are revealed, pointing directly at the man's eyes with the openness that points directly to the north.And the latter is just like Zhengbei, receiving this admiring gaze generously and unwaveringly.

(End of this chapter)