Rebirth of the fairy in the painting

In the past few days, a rumor has gradually emerged in the military camp of the Xia Dynasty, saying that the second day after cutting off the grain and grass, the white-clothed young man brought back by His Royal Highness was actually a fairy. His Highness the Fifth Highness who was pursued by the soldiers, out of compassion, immediately got down from the cloud, wounded a group of soldiers and saved the life of the Fifth Highness.

Later, His Highness the Fifth Highness tried to persuade him to stay again, wanting the young man in white to sit in the army, firstly to repay his life-saving grace, and secondly, to use the auspicious spirit of the immortal to help my Daxia army defeat the Xiao clan.

The original young man in white did not agree, but was moved by His Highness Fifth Highness's sincerity, so he came to the barracks.

The rumors spread so vividly, some were skeptical and some didn't take it seriously, but those who had seen Zihua were convinced of it, in their opinion, only the gods in the sky could grow up to look like the young man in white.

Although the rumors were raging, Zihua didn't know anything about it. Firstly, no one chewed these earbuds in front of him, and secondly, he himself was not a lively person, so the news was blocked.

He and An Xining have been living together since their return. Marshal Chen wanted to prepare another military tent for Zi Hua, but An Xining stopped him on the spot.

The reason is that his tent is spacious enough for another bed to be separated by a curtain. In addition, his tent is tightly guarded, which can better protect Zihua and not waste the manpower of the army. Why not do something that kills two birds with one stone.

Marshal Chen was an old fox, so he didn't know An Xining's secret tricks, but he couldn't see through it, so he immediately wrinkled his face and looked at Zi Hua who was standing beside him in embarrassment.

There was nothing wrong with Zihua. In his opinion, the two had been in the same room a few months ago, and it would be meaningless to separate now, so he nodded on the spot.

Chen Yuanshuai could only send Zihua, the little white sheep, into the wolf's den with complicated feelings.

An Xining, who succeeded in his plot, was undoubtedly the happiest one. Although they were still separated by a curtain, they lived together anyway, and this was the biggest improvement.

One day, the two were waiting for dinner in the tent, Shi Da, the little guard next to An Xining, came in, put down a few plates of vegetarian dishes, and then stood quietly aside, peeking at Zi Hua from time to time.

He was recently transferred to follow An Xining. The original one was transferred from his post for some reason. Marshal Chen saw that he was honest and careful, so he let him take over the post of guard next to An Xining.

In this regard, Shi Da also wrote a long letter home and sent it to his parents, saying that he was fortunate to be favored by His Highness the Fifth Highness, and to follow him, and he would definitely do his duty faithfully in the future until he died.

Regarding the young man in white in His Highness's tent, Shi Da knew in his heart that he was really a person on the cusp of His Highness's heart, and he must not be neglected. In addition, he was His Highness's savior, so he was even more respectful to Zi Hua, so he almost Tribute him up.

This morning, in the camp, he heard a group of brothers talk about the recent rumors about Zi Hua, and he thought about it, and suddenly realized, no wonder he has an urge to worship the young master every time he sees him, it turns out that the young master is really a god!

"This is terrible." Shi Da was annoyed, and he almost apologized with death. Several brothers next to him saw his face changed, and asked him why.

Shi Da hesitated for a long time before saying: "A few days ago, I asked the kitchen to prepare food for the young master, and what I served was all meaty things. If the young master is as the rumors say, wouldn't I be blaspheming the gods?"

When the brothers around me heard it, is it okay?Several people hurriedly worked together to give Shi Da an idea so that he could redeem his crime.

Therefore, today's all-vegetarian feast at noon appeared.

An Xining is a carnivorous person, seeing the green and white ones on this table, his face sank on the spot: "Shi Da, what are these things?"

Shi Da was also stunned, and couldn't understand An Xining's expression at all, so he happily jumped up to introduce his Highness and Young Master: "This is Longjing Bamboo Sun, it is fragrant, crisp and tender, light and pleasant, you and Young Master will definitely like it, This is ice flower snow lotus, which our brothers bought specially when we went outside the customs. I heard that eating it can beautify the skin, and this is Yanying Golden Vegetable, all the ingredients..."

"Okay, okay," An Xining interrupted impatiently, "Why are there all vegetarian dishes today?"

Shi Da looked at his highness in disbelief: "Because the young master is a god, he cannot eat meat dishes."

As soon as these words came out, An Xining almost choked, what do you mean shooting yourself in the foot?This is called.

He didn't expect that the rumors he let his confidants spread would have such a negative effect, he was really speechless, so he had to eat food in silence.

Zi Hua looked calm, put the vegetables in his mouth, swallowed them lightly, and then said: "Don't be so scruples, I can eat both meat and vegetables."

Shi Da was stunned, and then thought again: "Young Master, you don't have to force yourself just because you take care of us."

Zihua remained calm: "I won't force it."

An Xining on the side had choked up his internal injuries from laughing, put down his chopsticks and pulled his hand, and said, "I'll take you out to find something delicious."

Zi Hua's eyes lit up, but his demeanor was still calm.Although he wasn't obsessed with food, he definitely had enthusiasm, and immediately followed An Xining out of the tent without any hesitation, leaving only Shi Da with a sad face.

The Shangmi River is located in a remote place, even to the nearest small town, it takes two or three hours to go back and forth, so it is impossible for An Xining to take a painting with such a long distance.

But this place also has an advantage, that is, it is far away from human footprints, and there are a lot of wild game, and because of the harsh living environment, the meat is fresh, tender and chewy, which can be described as a rare delicacy.

In the forest, An Xining and Zi Hua lay motionless in the grass, staring closely at the small mound not far away.

Zihua was a little careless, he didn't know the significance of this move at all, didn't he say he came to find delicious food, what's the matter lying in this haystack now?

After lightly moving his body several times and pulling a bunch of dry grass in front of him, Zi Hua finally gave up struggling and turned to stare at An Xining beside him.

At this time, An Xining was rarely serious. He wore a grass ring made of withered vines on his head, and a few leaves were still stuck in his hair. Hua's heart beats for no reason.

Perhaps his gaze was too direct, An Xining suddenly turned his head, and grinned at him, hearty and bright, even the winter sun lost its warmth.

Zihua panicked, and just about to pretend to be angry to cover up her embarrassment, An Xining covered her mouth and said silently, "Don't make a sound."

Zi Hua froze his body, the heat from his palm made it difficult for him to breathe, he was flustered and at a loss, so he had to look at An Xining with those eyes. He wanted to hold him in his arms and pamper him, but it was obviously not a good time, so he regretted rubbing Zihua's smooth black hair to satisfy his greed, and then continued to stare at the small mound in front of him.

After an unknown amount of time, there was finally movement in the pile of dead wood behind the small mound, chattering, and it sounded like a lot.

An Xining smiled triumphantly at Zihua, picked up a small stone beside him, poured his inner strength into it, and threw it into the pile of dead wood.

After a muffled sound, the pile of dead wood shook violently, accompanied by screams of panic, and then gradually subsided.

An Xining was quite confident in his martial arts. He pulled up Zihua on the ground, and carefully patted the grass clippings off his clothes before walking towards the pile of dead wood hand in hand, taking advantage of it aboveboard.

After peeling off the dead wood, what lay inside was a fat, dying pheasant with shiny back hair and gorgeous tail feathers, which was no less beautiful than the birds that were admired in the palace.

An Xining held the wings of the pheasant, and said cheerfully: "Zihua, this kind of pheasant is called Zhuji, and it is a specialty of the Shangmi River. Want to eat."

Zihua stretched out his index finger and poked the pheasant's head: "Whether it tastes good or not will be discussed after eating."

"It's natural, Zihua, you wait, I'll do it for you now."

Not to mention, even though An Xining is a distinguished fifth prince, his skill at roasting chicken might make even the royal chef feel inferior to him when he sees it.

Zi Hua saw that he took out various seasonings from the hidden pocket of the saddle and sprinkled them on the chicken. After a while, the oily chicken with a tempting aroma was roasted.

As a qualified wife-slave, An Xining deliberately tore off two big chicken legs, and handed them to Zi Hua in a doggy manner, while he happily gnawed on a big chicken shell.

Zi Hua was a little moved, but also a little embarrassed, and took one of the drumsticks and handed it to him.

An Xining originally declined, but when the quilt was drawn, he cheerfully accepted it, thinking happily that it was because his wife loved him.

The pheasant was quickly divided by the two, and even the bones were licked clean. What An Xining said was true, this pheasant was mixed with the fragrance of pine branches, and it tasted oily but not greasy. It was really delicious big move.

While Zihua was reminiscing, An Xining suddenly leaned forward, his face was very close, breathing softly: "Isn't it delicious? I'll bring you here next time, okay?"

This proposal was exactly what he wanted, and Zi Hua tried hard to suppress his upturned face: "It's okay."

His duplicity made An Xining's heart itch, and after holding back, he stretched out his hand to hold Zihua, saw him looking over with a puzzled expression, and said solemnly: "You got something on your face, I'll take it off for you. "

An Xining's expression was too serious, Zi Hua didn't suspect him, but thought it was from eating meat just now, when he was about to wipe it off, An Xining stopped him: "I'll do it."

Warm and callused fingers brushed over the tender cheeks, as if touching the finest silk, An Xining couldn't put it down with nostalgia.

"Not yet?"

When Zihua's cold voice came, An Xining suddenly let go.

"Should we go back to the camp? It's getting dark." Zihua reminded, after all, the two countries are now at war, and it might not be safe to be too far away from the military camp.

"En." An Xining led Ta Yan, still holding Zi Hua in his arms half a circle, flicked the rein of the horse, and ran towards the outside of the forest.

Suddenly, Ta Yan neighed and stopped. An Xining was wondering when he heard a wolf howl, which was long and shrill, heart-wrenching.

The dead leaves fell one after another, and there was a dead silence all around, like the calm before the storm.