Investing in the Rebirth of the Empress, She Called Me Husband

Li Mo: "!"

Watching the girl lift the skewers and put them to his mouth, he lowered his eyes and looked at them quietly, like the moon stained with the color of fireworks.

Maybe, that is to say, maybe.

Is it possible that Dalang knew it was poisonous, but still picked it up and spun it? Anyway, Bingtuozi is definitely more foul than Jinlian'er in the fabricated story.

"Hmm..."

Under such a difficult situation, her stinky brother Xiao Li classmate had no time to entangle, and she opened her mouth and bit off a piece.

Ying Bing thought for a while, and opened her mouth lightly:

"Be good."

"....."

Li Mo shrank his neck. This mutton is from Pleasant Goat, right? Otherwise, why did he eat it with his scalp numb and a little shivering, but the corners of his mouth were harder to suppress than Hammer Bao?

Zhong Ling: "!"

She now feels that the strong liquor she drinks is sweet.

This.....this this this!

Did Li Shaoxia secretly invite Fairy Han to give her a textbook-style demonstration? ?

Li Shaoxia is such a good person. Not only is he powerful, but he is also so nice. She wanted to give herself two noses when she thought of what she did when they first met during the day.

She will have to toast him with two glasses of wine later. Now...

"Stinky brother, eat." Zhong Ling followed suit and raised a leg of lamb.

"......"

Zhong Zhenyue hesitated for three and one-third seconds, and chose to use the leg of lamb to plug his stomach full of question marks.

Then a strange scene appeared.

Bingtuozi took Zhong Ling as a reference. Seeing her feeding Zhong Zhenyue, she followed her and fed Xiao Li.

Zhong Ling took Bingtuozi as a textbook demonstration. Seeing her feeding Li Mo, she learned and sold it to Zhong Zhenyue, but she didn't learn it very well. It was a dimensionality reduction attack by the seller's show.

The two of them learned their own things, and it was a vicious cycle.

It was very confusing.

Their table was the only lively one in the whole restaurant.

The kid at the next table asked curiously: "Mom, what are they doing?"

Then his mother covered his eyes.

"Wait a minute!"

Zhong Zhenyue held his stomach and raised his hand.

"Huh?" Zhong Ling looked unfriendly.

"Brother Li, I can't digest these ingredients for a while, I really can't eat them."

Zhong Zhenyue untied his belt slightly with a bitter face, and his underwear was immediately pushed up by his round belly.

Ying Bing fed Li Mo a piece, and she ate a piece herself.

Zhong Ling almost stuffed the whole leg of lamb into his throat.

"Sister, you eat it too, it tastes really good."

"Oh, you are sensible."

Zhong Ling happily took a bite of the dish handed by Zhong Zhenyue, and secretly gave Li Mo a thumbs up.

As expected of his wife-boosting fighting spirit, the method he gave was effective. Zhen Yue had never fed her before.

"....."

Teacher Li held his forehead to hide the black line on his forehead.

If you say the love operation failed, Zhong Ling also ate it.

But if you say it was successful... he felt that something was wrong.

He took a bite of the dish and was biting the tip of the chopsticks to find out what was wrong, when he met the eyes of a certain Han fairy.

She looked at the dishes on the table, and then at Li Mo's chopsticks, her eyes almost wrote:

'Are you really going to eat it yourself? '

"Yeah, eat."

Li Mo picked up a chopstick of potato and green pepper shreds and handed it to her mouth

Ying Bing frowned slightly, slightly turned her face to the side, and pursed her lips and refused to open.

Rejection.

"???"

A small question mark appeared on Li Mo's head. Didn't she like green pepper and potato shreds?

Fortunately, he is a genius.

This time, his genius was not misplaced. In that instant, he had a flash of inspiration and keenly captured those millions of details.

He blurted out:

"Sister, eat?"

"Yeah."

Ying Bing's eyebrows relaxed, and then she opened her mouth like a cold cat seeing an acquaintance.

"..."

Really?

Li Mo just had a complete inspiration. After all, Zhong Zhenyue had called Zhong Ling sister since he was a child, but Bing Tuozi was only two months older than him...

There were many soldiers in this store. As they ate and drank, acquaintances inevitably chatted with each other.

"This is the famous Wang... er, Dugu Qijian!"

"The one next to him is Han Xianzi."

Zhong Zhenyue introduced the soldiers, and the atmosphere became more and more heated. After all, the nine heavens and ten earths are so vast, and there are countless heroes, but there are only a hundred geniuses who can be called potential dragons, and there are three sitting at this small table in front of them.

Two of them are ranked high and are talked about by people.

"Young Master Li, if you don't mind, I'll drink with you."

"When I saw him just now, I felt that he was not an ordinary person."

"Is Young Master Li married...hiss, this wine is really strange, two glasses will make you drunk. ”

At first, the soldiers just gave the young marquis a face, but later they found that this Wangqi Douhun was not arrogant and was quite approachable, so the atmosphere in the field became a little more lively.

Zhong Zhenyue was a little surprised, but he thought it was normal. Brother Li seemed to get along well with people who were not extremely vicious.

He also smiled and said:

"Brother Li will come to the barracks tomorrow to cooperate with our training. When the time comes, brothers must be more energetic and don't lose face for our border army."

"How to train? Young Master Li doesn't seem to have served in the army." The owner of the hotel, the one-armed man, asked curiously.

"You will know this tomorrow."

Zhong Zhenyue drank a corner of the wine and smiled:

"Our commander has praised him. If Brother Li joins the army, he will be a brave general. Uncle Qu has never praised me like this. "

The soldiers looked at each other, feeling more solemn.

Their commander Qu never spoke nonsense, but always thought deeply and made sure of what he said. He was always sure of what he said.

"I wonder... Brother Li, how many troops can you take in? Is it more than the young marquis?" the one-armed man asked tentatively.

"Take in the troops?"

Li Mo looked at Zhong Zhenyue.

Zhong Zhenyue explained: "A hundred soldiers form a military formation, which is called a formation. The power of the formation is usually reflected by the eye of the formation. The stronger the physique and the spirit, the more power the formation can take in."

"Now, with the cooperation of Sister Ling, I can take in four directions at most. "

This is exactly the number of personal guards he brought to Nanguan City.

Li Mo roughly understood.

The power of the military formation is so turbulent that it is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to control it. To embody the power of so many people in one person, the quality of this person is particularly important.

Those who can accommodate ten directions are already great generals and can be pioneers.

Those who can accommodate a hundred directions are called ten thousand enemies, and they are able to roam the battlefield.

As for the god generals of the time... the Dayu Dynasty has them.

The King of Zhennan.

Of course, in addition to the 'eye of the formation', it is also related to the elite level of the soldiers and the command quality of the commander of the military formation.

"If I study the military formation, I wonder how much military power I can accommodate..."

"Brother Li can try it tomorrow."

....

A group of rough men were chatting with interest, and their rough voices were so loud that the ceiling of the restaurant was shaking.

"He should be able to sleep well tonight? "

Ying Bing looked at the young man not far away, who was also like a fish in water among a group of soldiers, and couldn't help thinking in his heart.

Martial artists in the Guanshen realm can use meditation instead of sleep.

But unless the situation is urgent, they will still take a short nap every day to relax their spirits.

But Li Mo hasn't had a good sleep for a long time.

At this time.

The child at the next table was sleepy, rubbing his eyes, and couldn't sleep because of the noise.

His mother, a local woman in southern Xinjiang, patted his back gently and sang softly:

"It's dark, it's going to rain."

"It's dark, dark..."

The nursery rhyme in local slang gave the noise a clear and soft tranquility that was not abrupt but allowed the child to fall asleep in comfort.

The girl's eyes were soft and peaceful in the fireworks night.

I didn't remember it specifically.

The nursery rhyme remained in her heart...