Datang Fenghua Road

Footsteps suddenly came from outside the tent, the sound was very soft, but it kept getting closer.The elder sister shivered habitually and subconsciously picked up the stick in the tent, while the younger sister trembled all over and arched her head to the ground.

In the past, people often approached their tent at night. Every time, the elder sister used a stick to stop them, but every time they were rushed in by the bad guys. They were too weak to resist the bad guys.

So the elder sister cried and hugged the bad guy's waist, and then the bad guy stripped off her clothes and pressed her to the ground, while the younger sister hid in the corner and sobbed, watching her sister being bullied.

The footsteps outside were getting closer and closer, and just when the sisters panicked and feared to the extreme, the footsteps suddenly stopped.

No one rushed in!

"Have the two little ladies slept, and Master Hou?" A simple and honest voice sounded slowly, with a trace of remorse and caution in his tone. "Damn it, the villain is disturbing in the middle of the night. We are all clerks in the army. Thinking of the unbearable cold at night, we specially made a brazier and brought it here..."

"Give us a brazier? Didn't you come to bully my sister?" My sister's eyes lit up and she couldn't help but glance at her.

The voice of the guy outside came again, with a hint of ingratiating: "We have three people in total, the villain is holding a brazier in his hand, the other two guys have sober soup and some food, and the two little ladies also please lift As soon as the curtain is lifted, we are all men and rough, and it is not convenient to enter."

The sisters looked at each other!

Their tent curtains can't stop people at all, and they can enter with just a hand, but people outside don't dare to do it, they have to ask them to lift the curtains.

"Sister, I'll lift..." My sister was very excited, her face was a little red, she ran to the door with bare feet, and suddenly reached out to open the tent.

There was a cold wind in the middle of the night, roaring and raging, and the younger sister shivered when the wind blew.

The three clerks at the door looked at each other, and quickly moved forward with their feet. The three tall bodies stood side by side, standing together at the door to block the cold wind.

Just such a small detail made people feel a sense of security, and in a trance, my sister felt that she was not so cold anymore.

The chef holding the brazier had a stern face and a very vicious appearance, but he lowered his eyebrows and even smiled flatteringly. , it is not convenient for us to go in, so you can only take it yourself."

This brazier is very large, and there is a flaming charcoal fire inside. The brazier is surrounded by thick cloth soaked in water, and it is not afraid of being hot.

Even so, the chef seemed to be a little worried, he suddenly put the brazier on the ground, then took off his coat and wrapped the brazier in a thin circle, then whispered: "Now I can guarantee that it won't be hot at all, little lady, you don't need to. Don't worry, the villain promises not to burn you."

The younger sister took the brazier foolishly, carried it into the tent foolishly, then walked to the door foolishly, and said timidly: "Thank you uncle, you are a good person..."

The little lady will thank you?

The chef was flattered, obviously a tall and burly man, looking at him like a helpless child, only grinning with a simple and honest grin.

He has a ferocious appearance, but his smile comes from the heart. He doesn't look scary at all, but rather funny and funny.

When the two men next to them saw their companions being praised, they quickly brought their big faces close, bowed their waists and smiled flatterly, and whispered, "We also cooked sober soup, stewed the marching meat, and asked the little lady to do the same. Take it into the house, it's unbearably cold late at night, you need to eat a little supper."

The hangover soup was steaming white, and the meat porridge exuded a strong aroma. It was obviously something that had just come out of the pot. My sister couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

"You can eat it!" The cook nodded like a chicken pecking at the rice, and said with a smile on his face: "We are not good at craftsmanship, and the meat porridge is not well cooked. The little lady is willing to eat it, it is a reward for us, and I will be able to blow it when I go back. an hour..."

My sister is in a daze!

She stared blankly at the three cooks, and then looked at the utensils in the hands of the cooks, and she always felt like she was in a dream tonight.

A whole big bowl of sobering soup, plus three bowls of thick meat porridge, boiled up late at night and sent it over in the cold wind.

This kind of treatment has never been said before, and I have never even dreamed of it.

She stretched out her hand to take the hangover soup, and said a little shyly: "Three uncles, wait a moment, I can't get it at one time, and it needs to be divided into several times. The bowls of your rice are really too big..." She said here Wei Wei stopped for a moment, afraid that the three cooks would be angry, and then explained: "Sister can't come out to help, she is helping Xiang Gong to warm his feet!"

This is a bit ambiguous. What my sister wanted to say was that my sister used her chest to warm Han Yue's feet, but the guys got it wrong. The three tall men took a few steps back at the same time, accusing them again and again: "The villain should die, he shouldn't stand. at the door."

Dear my mother, it turns out that Lord Hou is having sex with the little lady, we dare to disturb this matter, it's really damn.

The ancients had many names for sexual matters, and one of the warm feet was to do that on behalf of her. My sister couldn't express the meaning of the word clearly, which made the three cooks break into a cold sweat.

They didn't dare to stay, and suddenly put the meat porridge to the place, the three turned around and raised their feet at the same time, and hurriedly ran back to the camp.

In the darkness of the night, the wind whistled, and there were vaguely worried voices in three Chinese characters.

"Do you think Lord Hou will get angry and beat us up?"

"...Probably not. The last time I accidentally scolded Lord Hou, I just got a kick in the butt!"

"I don't know if the little lady will help us to intercede..."

The younger sister was stunned for a while, and seeing the cooks fleeing away, she had to take back all the meat porridge on the ground three times.

Tonight there is a brazier and thick and fragrant meat porridge. Although it is cold outside, the tent is warm and thawed.The warmest is not the body, but the heart.

Chapter 358 Liu Heishi was frightened

There were three whole bowls of meat porridge, and a bowl of sobering soup made with longan and dates. The white gas kept coming out, and the greedy little sister kept swallowing saliva.

Even my sister's stomach rumbling quietly a few times.

The brazier was emitting raging heat all the time, and the cold breath in the tent was constantly being dispelled. However, my sister was still unwilling to take Han Yue's feet out of her arms, and hugged Han Yue even tighter.

"Sister, bring the sobering soup, let's serve him and drink it..."

The little girl said "oh", and moved to the blanket with a big bowl. One of the two sisters gently squeezed Han Yue's mouth open, and the other was holding a bowl to feed the soup.

The army uses large bowls, the mouth of which is as big as two palms. It is very inconvenient to hold soup in this kind of utensils. Unfortunately, the two sisters are too poor, and they don’t even have a spoon at home, so we can only be careful Hello.

"Ouch..." Hangover Han Yue suddenly opened his mouth and threw up.

The younger sister was startled, but the older sister was unusually calm. She tore off a corner of her clothes and gently wiped Han Yue's mouth, while whispering: "If you are drunk, you will vomit, but when you spit it out, it is much easier. Our father was also drunk before. , Mother and I serve like this. Sister, you can remember, in the future, if he is drunk, you can just sassafrass like this, and you can't use too much strength, otherwise it will make him uncomfortable..."

The younger sister obediently said "oh", and seeing Han Yue's face turning pale from vomiting, for some reason, she felt a little uncomfortable when she was careful.

"What's the matter, is your heart hurting?" My sister giggled, reaching out and pinching her nose.

"Why is he drunk and throwing up like this?" The younger sister looked at Han Yue with her small head tilted while holding a big bowl.

The elder sister sighed faintly, and said in a low voice: "When a man is suffering in his heart, he tends to get drunk easily after drinking."

"Why does he feel bitter?" The younger sister became more puzzled and whispered, "He has a lot of troops, even the Turks have to flee, and the second-generation Han slaves have to kneel."

She paused slightly when she said this, tilted her head for a moment, and then said: "And the uncle the cook just now, they are all very strong men, but they cooked porridge and delivered meals to him in the middle of the night in the severe cold. , I only dare to stand at the door, not even our tent..."

"This is power and prestige." My sister looked at Han Yue, who had a pale face, and said quietly: "This is a real man, who holds the power of troops and horses, but his heart is soft. When he drinks, he bursts into tears, then Not crying for myself, but for us."

Suffering makes people mature. This sister is only sixteen or seventeen years old, and she has not even read a book, but her words are clearly philosophical.

The younger sister bit her lip, as if she didn't understand, she looked down at Han Yue, and then at the big bowl with the hangover soup in her hand, she said with a sad face: "What should I do now, this bowl is too big, hello Soup is very inconvenient, and he will vomit again when he lifts his head..."

The elder sister was slightly startled, her eyes flashed suddenly, and she said, "Sister, do you think he looks good?"

This question was ignorant, but the little sister's face was red, and she said in a voice like a mosquito: "It looks good." She shyly glanced at her sister, and continued to whisper: "The nose is good-looking, the eyes are good-looking, and the eyebrows are also good-looking. …”

This girl is actually 15 years old, and she looks thin because she doesn't have enough to eat all the year round, but women are precocious, which girl doesn't have spring?She also has ignorant emotions in her heart.