sunset fever

Jiang Niao came again, because she knew Chen Bizhen, so she was sheltered, and she was able to walk around the camp freely. She was still a little timid, but she liked to smile more. Somewhat, the chin pointed out a sharp arc.

Today, I rode the horse at home and brought some things. A wounded soldier went up to talk to her. She grabbed a handful of milk tofu from the cloth bag and stuffed it into his hand, asking: "People on the battlefield When are you coming back?"

"It's not sure, there's no definite news yet." He can speak poor shepherd dialect.

The man looked at Jiang Niao with greedy eyes, but he didn't do anything bad, so he sat on the floor.

Jiang Niao's horse was not far away, gnawing grass with its neck down. Jiang Niao held a whip and asked him, "Why don't you go?"

The wounded soldier raised his broken leg and said, "I can't go far, so let's take care of it first."

The wind was blowing from a distance without any hindrance, so it blew violently and smoothly. For a while, the person's eyes could hardly be opened. Jiang Niao raised his hand and shook the person's shoulder, saying: "Please help me." Find someone, please."

She is still innocent and honest now, she thinks that Yan Xiu and Chen Bizhen are good friends, so she wants to ask Yan Xiu to spread the news, so today she brought a pack of snacks and a silver round plate as a gift for Yan Xiu.

Maybe not everyone knows Chen Bizhen, but most people here know and have even met Yan Xiu. The little girl made a simple request, and the wounded soldier readily agreed. Deep down.

There are flags fluttering in the wind all around, and some old ones have long been turned into gray rags in the wind. The flat land near the forest has completely become a crowded settlement, and Jiang Niao touches the horse's mane , humming in a low voice a song unique to the shepherds.

Not long after, Yan Xiu came out. He frowned slightly, probably because the wind had stung his eyes. He walked quickly, sizing up Jiang Niao calmly from a distance, and bowed to her when he approached.

Jiang Niao handed the things up, and pointed her thumb into the distance. She knew that Yan Xiu couldn't understand her, so she didn't say anything.

"We are not very familiar with each other, so you can give it to him yourself." Yan Xiu wanted to swear an oath of sovereignty, but when he thought about Chen Bizhen accepting the knife that day, he began to feel disheartened.

Jiang Niao saw that the thing was rejected, so he pointed to the distance and waved his hand anxiously, then pointed to Yan Xiu, nodded, and said, "The thing for you, you are friends, you are my friend."

The simple girl grew up on the pasture. She didn't read any books, and she didn't know how to read words. She didn't seem to have any bad intentions, and she put all her enthusiasm into it, but she chose the wrong person, but she didn't know it.

Yan Xiu looked at her silently, the wind was like an invisible wall separating the two of them, Jiang Niao put the things under Yan Xiu's feet, and saluted him, she was still a little embarrassed to be treated indifferently.

The figure on the horse disappeared into the distance, whether the weather is good or bad, I don't know when Chen Bizhen will come back, everything is unpredictable in the battle, Yan Xiu is also worried when he is angry, so he can't sleep well, he enters the tent, and the helper is there While pounding the medicine, Yan Xiu threw the bundle Jiang Niao gave him on the table.

Two days had passed before the team returned to the camp. Chen Bizhen ran to the military doctor's tent without even eating, but Yan Xiu could not be found. The assistant said, "I heard that you were coming back in the morning, so he said why did you come back now? Then I went out and haven’t come back now, only the two of us are busy here.”

The sky seemed to be warming up suddenly, and the wind was blowing higher and higher temperatures, but everyone knew that the sky would still get colder.

The real warm season is still far away.

Chen Bizhen took off the soft armor, and put on a waist-tied robe, he went from the camp to the forest, searched around, but did not see Yan Xiu's figure.He had no choice but to ride a horse and search from far to near. It was getting dark, the wind stopped, and the scenery was peaceful.

Except for the war, except for the anxious people.

Later, remembering that they were at the riverside together, Chen Bizhen went to the riverside. He looked up and found that the sky was pure and clear, dotted with many stars, and there was a moon that was not yet full.

Therefore, the field of vision is not small. You can see the grass by the river covered with frost-like moonlight, and the water is shimmering. Not far away, there is a person walking along the river, walking towards Chen Bizhen; for a moment, he probably noticed it. , turned around, and walked in the direction he came from.

He was wearing a blue cloak, which was even more silver-plated under the light. Chen Bizhen rode up to catch up with him, dismounted to chase him, and grabbed his wrist.

Ask: "Are you still thinking about that knife?"

Yan Xiu stopped, turned his head slowly, and said coldly, "Not a bad guess."

"I went to find her before I came back today, and I have already returned the knife. I said that I didn't know the customs of the herdsmen, so I misunderstood her intention."

"She came again after you left and brought me something." Yan Xiu was speaking, but his hand was suddenly pulled, and Chen Bizhen put his finger on his mouth and kissed it.

After a click, there was a sound of smacking.

Yan Xiu's breathing was rapid, he tried his best to free his hand, and asked, "What are you doing?"

In fact, he never intended to sever the relationship, but was displeased by Chen Bizhen's contempt for this matter. He was too worried about his safety on the battlefield, so he always held his breath.

In Chen Butie's eyes, Yan Xiu's expression gradually softened, even though he was still pretending to be indifferent, he did not refuse his approach anymore.

All it took was a simple martial arts move, and suddenly, Chen Bizhen tripped Yan Xiu and told him to lie in the grass under him, the grass was like dry water, drowning him.

Yan Xiu struggled violently, panting from the pressure, and said, "Get up, let's talk."

There was a wine pouch pinned to Chen Bizhen's waist, which was hard and pressed against Yan Xiu's stomach. Chen Bizhen said, "I haven't seen you for many days, and you don't miss me."

Through the moonlight, Yan Xiu clearly saw the wound on Chen Bichen's chin. His heart ached, he raised his hand to touch his place, his breathing became deep and chaotic, and he said, "I'm still angry, don't say what you want or not." .”

People mixed together on the battlefield, and they became more rough. Chen Bizhen leaned on him, and rubbed his chin against Yan Xiu's face. The wound was pressed against the two of them, and it seemed that it was going to become a pain shared by both of them.

Chen Bizhen went to pull Yan Xiu's clothes, so that his shoulders were exposed, the moonlight was like piled up white sand, and the light and shade on his face were evenly reflected.

Yan Xiu shook his voice and said, "It's too cold, it's outside."

"Don't take it off, okay? Don't take it off..." Chen Bizhen closed his eyes, began to kiss his mouth, and said, after a while, Chen Bizhen seemed to remember something, suddenly raised his body, took off the wine bag at his waist, He raised his head and took a big sip.

The wine exuded a unique aroma, some leaked out, and fell on Yan Xiu's face. Chen Bichen still had the wine in his mouth, so he suddenly leaned down and grabbed Yan Xiu's wrists with both hands.

Lips pressed against lips, and the wine was fed into Yan Xiu's mouth.

He knew that Yan Xiu couldn't drink much alcohol. After a while, Yan Xiu's cheeks turned red, and his eyes were watery. He originally had a rich and gentle face. At this time, he could be more seductive without knowing it. pant.

The world under the grass is an open-air bed surrounded by moonlight.

Compared with the most straightforward nudity, the cover-up in the field is the most risky. Yan Xiu's clothes are still on, but they are not what they used to be, with legs outside, shoulders outside, and chest outside.

The horse is not far away, it is tame, just burying its head in the grass, moving leisurely, like a leisurely fish in the moonlight.

People are also fish, or water, ice and rivers that can blend infinitely, and firewood that withers when fire meets the bottom of the valley.Man returns from the house to where the animals should be, and becomes a pair of beasts.

The war seemed endless.

The war at this time should really be endless.

When it was finished, Yan Xiu's cheeks became even redder. He was so drunk that he was talking nonsense, with Chen Bizhen's narrow waist still sandwiched between his legs, trembling, he said: "I'm not mad at you, I'm thinking of you."

Chen Bizhen pecked his lips obediently and said, "I know."

"Let's go back to Yangjing." Yan Xiu opened his eyes, and suddenly laughed, unintentional tears slipped from the corners of his eyes to his temples, he stopped laughing, and whispered, "I want to live in Taoyuan Pavilion, I want you to be the emperor .”

Chen Bizhen licked his tears and said: "If you don't want to be an emperor, if you don't want to be an emperor...it's good to do whatever you want, as long as you are with me."

"No, that way you will be the happiest, you can't live a hard life," he really cried, with the tip of his nose flushed, shivering and wiping his tears on the clothes on Chen Butian's chest, and said, "I, I see you living like this, I It hurts..."

Yan Xiu was almost unable to speak the words behind, and Yan Xiu choked up, pinching the cloth on Chen Butian's shoulders. He was not so drunk that he didn't understand anything, but he dared to speak more directly.

By March, fast forward to April, when the days are really warm, it's the time of spring when the trees put out their youngest and strongest leaves.

Yangjing has not changed, this late spring is no different from previous years, and Chongcheng has not changed. Some people enjoy it, some are deeply trapped, and some take the least money to live the most ordinary and not too sad life.

Chongcheng is a place that is difficult for ordinary people to touch, so the guards are naturally arrogant. It was already past noon, and they still ignored the little girl who had been kneeling outside Yande's gate for a long time.The girl was fourteen or fifteen years old, she was dressed in tattered clothes, there were blood scabs on her face after abrasions, and her whole body was dirty.

Her long hair was draped, and she didn't even have a simple hairpin, so she could only cover her back. She saw the guard who couldn't bear it coming, and was pulling the knife on his waist.

The little girl said: "I want to see Your Majesty, please pass it on."

She didn't seem to be afraid of anyone, and with such an appearance, she could easily be regarded as a beggar or even a lunatic. She raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

No one cared about her at first, but with the knife resting on her neck, she was not afraid. She raised her face and said loudly: "Please don't underestimate me. If you take my life here, you will regret it." , I am the princess of Dayan, titled 'Jing Lan'."

Time passed slowly, and the bones in Chen Yiyi's knees were stabbing. She was about to faint, and seemed to need some food. She stared at the open city gate, knowing that her life and death were uncertain.

But that's the only gamble.

The guards reported layer by layer and made an exception for her. After another hour passed, a young servant came with the guards. The servant knelt down and said to Chen Yiyi: "See the princess, please come up, the princess, the slave will carry you."

The chariots, horses and sedan chairs are ready, food is ready, bathing and lodging are all ready.

Chen Yiyi raised her hand and lay on the servant's back, her eyes dimmed, and then she literally passed out.

She didn't meet the silence in her imagination, and she didn't get killed by Chen Taoshao as soon as she entered the door as Chen Zhangqin said. After waking up, a maid with red lips and pink face was kneeling beside the bed, holding Chen Yiyi's hand .

She said: "Princess, the princess is awake, what do you want to eat? I will tell you to go down and add it."

Chen Yiyi mistakenly thought that she had a dream, there was no Zen seat, no escape, no loneliness and irritability in Jianting, she had been living a worry-free life in Chongcheng, and there were people waiting for her when she was sleepy or hungry.

However, the owner of Chongcheng is no longer Chen Biyi.

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