The happy life of the devil and the devil

Perhaps it was due to physical exhaustion, this sleep, Ling Yucheng slept so soundly that he didn't even have a dream.

When I woke up, the sound of horse neighing could be heard faintly outside the tent, and the smell of milk tea and mutton soup burst into my nostrils in the cracks of the thick felt tent.Ling Yucheng let out an "oops", turned over and was about to sit up, but an arm was wrapped around his waist heavily, making him bounce only half way before falling back down again.

"No hurries……"

The lamps and candles in the tent have been relighted, either Yuan Shao has got up once, or someone has come in to tidy up.Thinking of the current situation falling into the eyes of others, Ling Yucheng moved his body uncomfortably, and when he turned his head to look at Yuan Shao, his lips were blocked unexpectedly, and a hand slipped into his underwear.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty...it's getting late...we have to march today..."

It took a long time for Ling Yucheng to struggle to push Yuan Shao away, his fingers arranging his belt were already a little unsteady.Yuan Shao leaned comfortably on the pillow, put his hands behind his head, narrowed his eyes and looked at the dots and spots on his back, and smiled lightly:

"What are you doing in such a hurry to get up? I slept with you all night, and my arms are numb. I have to charge some interest, right?"

It's not like I didn't fall asleep with my pillow on his arm before, but it's just that this topic is brought up today, and it's extremely difficult to answer.Ling Yucheng pursed his lips, but in the end he didn't fight back, but got up and went to the ground, and put on his belt by himself.

There was constant laughter from behind.The situation in front of them was not much better, starting from the step in front of the bed, the clothes of the two people were entangled in a mess, and it continued to the door of the bedroom.Ling Yucheng glanced casually, and saw under the door curtain, a felt shoe whose heel was crushed turned upside down, lying on the tangled outer shirt, and the other flew to nowhere.

Picking up all the way to the door, looking at the jacket that was torn several times under the door curtain, and seeing the belt that was only half lying in the bedroom, Ling Yucheng's face turned red and white, and he could hardly lift the door curtain leading to the study.The breakfast has already been served, God knows if the servants have come in to clean the study, if they see it like this...

The temperature on his face was rising all the way, even without a mirror, he knew that even the roots of his ears must be burning red.He took a deep breath, suppressed his thoughts and raised his hand, but the back of his hand suddenly became hot, and it was already firmly held from behind.

"Don't take it to heart." Yuan Shao's voice was somewhat determined, and his other hand naturally wrapped around Ling Yucheng's waist, "They dare not say anything when they see it. Those who dare to chew their tongues, It was disposed of a few years ago."

Things in the room can be hidden from the world, but also from the personal servants.Tidying up the couch, washing clothes and bedding, everything is the work of serving people personally.Among other things, if the masters asked hot water to go in at night, how could it be concealed from others?

From the very beginning, Yuan Shao slept with him every day, in order to show others the appearance of being the special favorite.Just looking at the fact that no news has been leaked in the past few years, it is clear that the servants who can come into contact with such things have been treated in a submissive manner since then-what they dared not say back then, of course they still dare not say now.

Ling Yucheng understood this truth at first, but under embarrassment, he couldn't think of so much for a while.Now awakened by Yuan Shao's words, although the roots of his ears became hotter and hotter, his breath calmed down.Raising his hand to lift open the thick felt curtain, he saw that the study room had already been packed neatly, and the clothes were neatly folded on the table. He just took a look and put his energy into washing and changing clothes.

Yuan Shao sighed sincerely.

That Ling Yucheng who was at a loss and didn't dare to look at him just now is so delicious... There is not enough time, you can't eat it dry, it's good to tease it, why did it immediately become like this again...Look at Ling Yucheng Putting on the tight-fitting black military uniform with narrow sleeves, putting on high leather boots, and tightening the leather belt around his waist, he was dressed like a neat military general again in a moment. While he quickly tied up his hair, he couldn't help but slapped him to the side. suffer:

"Last night... how are you?"

On this side of his body, Ling Yucheng just turned in a direction, if intentionally or not, avoiding the elbow that was stabbed by him.Facing Yuan Shao's question, he finally straightened his clothes, then stood up straight in front of the table, bowing his head gently:

"Your Majesty is concerned, I'm fine."

"Really? You used wound medicine last night..." It's a pity that he fell asleep when he came back. Even if Yuan Shao had the heart to examine the wound, he couldn't shake him awake even though he was sleeping like this.Fortunately, Ling Yucheng's movements were unhindered this morning, so it should be nothing serious.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, it's just a slight scratch." When asked about such a topic, Ling Yucheng was obviously a little uncomfortable, but he answered in a calm voice, "It's been a night, and I'm all right."

"That's good, don't be brave." Yuan Shao nodded, just about to say "I'll show you tonight", when there was already a commotion outside.After a while, a servant announced loudly through the curtain:

"Your Majesty, the Eleventh Prince seeks an audience!"

Little Eleven is having a good time these days, and he can't even eat well.

Looking forward to the stars, looking forward to the moon, and finally looking forward to the full moon, not only did the master not come back, but even the emperor secretly ran out in the middle of the night!

Waiting and waiting, it took another two days and two nights, even though there was only a distance of more than twenty miles, the father refused to let go, and no one was willing to take him there.He didn't come back until the moon was full and his father was missing, but the master was injured again. He couldn't take him on a horse, couldn't correct his homework, and even hugged him, he could only hug him hastily with his left hand.

She intends to act like a baby, but both master and father are so busy that they can't wait for one person to be three servants.Even if he doesn't feel wronged even if he has half a cent of food, clothing and daily necessities, even if a group of high-ranking officials and heirs of the same age surround him with stars and moons, but the master can't spare time to accompany him, and the emperor can't spare time to take care of him, what's the point of living this day? Well!

Finally, the brigade began to return, and the emperor no longer had to be busy summoning his courtiers all day long.It was agreed to have dinner together this morning, Xiao Shiyi got up before five o'clock, and spent a long time spinning in the tent, eagerly waiting for the sun to shine, and rushed to the door of the imperial tent impatiently. Blocking him outside, he stomped his feet in the snow and waited for a long time before the servant came out to lead him in.

The tent was full of fragrance, father and master sat at the table one by one, looking at him with smiles.Seeing that his cheeks were red from the cold, and he ran in stomping, leaving behind even the servants who led him, the royal father still had the heart to make a joke:

"Are you so hungry? Waiting at the door early in the morning?"

"-Father!"

For more than half a month, this was the first time the three of them had the time to sit down and eat together at the same table. Even though they were traveling, it was breakfast again, and the table was full.There are seven or eight plates of steaming steamed buns, oil cakes, and various snacks. The big bowls of beef and mutton are fragrant, and the rice porridge is boiled until every grain is blooming.The little guy cheered, climbed up on the high stool and sat down on his hands and feet, and did not forget to bring a large plate of pancakes to his father, and when he turned his head to look at the master, Ling Yucheng had already filled a bowl of porridge, looking after himself. Get started.

The little guy eats comfortably.It was the first time for him to go on a tour outside the Great Wall. Foods such as milk fruit and milk tofu were new things to him, and the freshly made food on the grassland had a different flavor than the imperial food in the palace.Watching Yuan Shao take the pancake he brought and break it in half, put a few slices of mutton in his mouth and stuff it into his mouth, he followed suit, took a couple of bites, and gulped down half a bowl of milk tea.

"The food here is still delicious...hehe..."

While talking, while looking around.The gauze on the master's right hand has been removed, he is holding a spoon, and is slowly drinking porridge one mouthful at a time. There are only two or three sour, crunchy and refreshing pickled radishes, kohlrabi and the like on the plate in front of him.The little guy thought for a while, quickly grabbed a piece of bone-in mutton, sliced ​​a few slices of meat, scooped up a plate full of milk fruit, added two pancakes, held it up with both hands and placed it in front of Ling Yucheng:

"Master, eat~~~~"

... He doesn't want to touch these easy-to-get angry foods at all!

Having said that, the little guy was full of filial piety, and eagerly brought the food over, Ling Yucheng really couldn't say a word of rejection.Being in trouble, Yuan Shao coughed lightly, smiled and nodded his youngest son's forehead:

"You only care about your master? Father is so sad..."

"Father!"

The little guy's face flushed red, and he couldn't remember to refute "I served food to my father from the beginning", and twisted and twisted with his mouth pursed, as if a few nails were driven into the high stool.Yuan Shao chuckled, picked up the porcelain plate that Xiaoshi brought in front of Ling Yucheng, poured it into his own bowl, and gave Ling Yucheng a few chopsticks of side dishes like bean sprouts.

"Your master has been working very hard these days when he sent troops to fight, so let's eat some light food to nourish his stomach." He quickly cast a look at Ling Yucheng, "Don't let the children know if you know what I know", and got one in return. Unexpectedly, he rubbed his youngest son's head with a smile, holding the pancake in one hand, and dipping the bone-in mutton into hot milk tea with the other, and continued to munch on it.

The little guy was immediately distracted.He quickly filled his stomach, seeing that his father and master hadn't put down the bowls and chopsticks, he jumped off the ground and sat beside Ling Yucheng, clutching the master's robe, not wanting to walk away a step:

"Master, master... what do you eat during the war?"

The two adults exchanged glances quickly.Yuan Shao nodded lightly, Ling Yucheng put down the spoon, and patted the little apprentice on the shoulder:

"Fried rice and fried noodles. Lang'er want to try it?"

"Ok!"

"Alright. Come!"

Soon someone came in with a bag.The mouth of the bowl is thick, more than three feet long, and the contents inside are almost emptied, leaving only the bottom.Ling Yucheng watched the little guy untie the rope at the mouth of the bag, tossed hard for a long while, and spilled more than half of it on the table, then scooped a large spoon full of light yellow fine powder from the bowl, and stuffed it into his mouth inside.

"Woo...cough, cough!"

Being choked to tears, the little guy lay on the edge of the table and coughed for a long time, grabbed a bowl of milk tea and downed his throat, then wiped his eyes and raised his head: "Master, what is this... It's dry, choking and smells weird... ..." He almost choked to death, okay!

The author has something to say: Qi Jiguang’s version of marching rations:

On a daily basis, each person takes two liters of rice, wraps it in fried yellow, and grinds one liter into fine powder.

One liter is separately packaged; two liters of wheat noodles, one liter of sesame oil as coal, one liter of steamed, good for Liuhe

Soak in shochu, dry in the sun, soak again, grind to make noodles, and wrap separately; four-in-one use salt

Soak in vinegar in the sun, to the extent that it does not enter, and dry in the sun to make the powder, and pack it separately.