Zhou Yan

Outside the wild road, the lush grass reaches to the waist, and the blue waves in the pool outside the reeds are rippling. Fanbang people wearing plush vests and white felt hats quietly dive out of the water and shake off the dust on their heads silently. Water drops, lying on the shore, pawing away the grass with both hands.

Immediately, his movements stopped. The tall young man was sitting cross-legged on the ground, using the reeds beside him to weave a mat, which was as wide as a seat. The young man was surrounded by a brightly colored little girl. The two of them sensed the movement and turned around. Look over here.

The Fanbang people looked at them quietly for a while, and then moved their eyes to the soldiers behind them who were silently holding the knives. There were densely packed people standing in the grass, and the shiny armor was visible to the naked eye. Then, the Fanbang people calmly held The bushes closed and silently dived back into the water.

Liu Dongzang poked through the grass with Xu Chen's sword, and saw that the Fanbang people behind him didn't know what happened, and when they swam to the shore for some unknown reason, they were grabbed by the wrists by the people next to them.

The man said something in their own language in a low voice, and the people who came up from behind glanced at the shore fiercely, made a sliding movement with their hands on their necks, jumped into the water and swam away.

"Come up and fight if you have the ability!" Liu Dongzang picked up the stone that Xu Chen used to press the straw mat and threw it towards the lake, just hitting a person in the head, bubbles bubbled up on the water, and his companion grabbed his arm , quickly took the person away.

"Being provocative when you can't beat him is really shameless!" Everyone left, but Liu Dongzang was still cursing.

"Don't be angry, Xiao Ming said that we can't act rashly at this time, I think it makes sense," Xu Chen gave Liu Dongzang the prepared seat to coax him to be happy: "They probably won't come again today, let's go back."

The freshly woven straw mat still smelled of green grass. Liu Dongzang liked this kind of gaudy things. He got up from the ground with his buttocks in his arms, and asked as he walked, "What are Shen Xian and Shizi doing? I haven't seen them all day. People, with us helping him fight, he can't even see people?"

"Young Master Zhou didn't have a good rest for the past few days, and Young Master Shen is accompanying him."

When Zhou Mingchao faced Fanbang alone a few days ago, he was indeed a little helpless. Liu Dongzang said: "That emperor is really not a thing. What is the difference between letting Mr. Zhou come here alone and letting him go to die? Fortunately, Shen Uncle came up with this method, otherwise, even if Young Master Shen rushed over with 2000 people, there might not be much chance of winning."

When Liu Dongzang and Xu Chen frightened the enemy away by the river, Shen Xian woke up early. He looked at Zhou Mingchao's rare sleepiness, and when he reached out to touch his black eyes, he felt that he had a low fever.

"Brother Zhou, Brother Zhou." Shen Xian pushed Zhou Mingchao.

Zhou Mingchao didn't open his eyes, and hugged Shen Xian even tighter in a daze.

"Brother Zhou, I can't breathe."

Shen Xian struggled under the quilt for a long time before he got out from under Zhou Mingchao's arms, and lifted the quilt. Shen Xian's face was flushed red from the lack of oxygen, and he breathed in fresh air.

Slipping out of the bed, Shen Xian got dressed, stood in front of the bed and touched Zhou Mingchao's forehead, then touched his own forehead, it seemed a little hot.

Poured a glass of water from the table, slowly and effortlessly helped Zhou Mingchao up from the bed, let Zhou Mingchao lie on his elbow, brought the glass to Zhou Mingchao's lips for him to drink.

"Brother Zhou, drink water, wake up."

Zhou Mingchao was dizzy and not so clear-headed, he was heavy, and it was a bit difficult for Shen Xian to hold him in one hand and hold the cup in the other. When Zhou Mingchao was shaking, the cup was not held firmly, water splashed out and wet Zhou Mingchao's clothes on his chest.

Zhou Mingchao raised his eyes, his curled eyelashes lifted to look at Shen Xian and then dropped them: "Xian Xian."

This beauty's sick and weak appearance melted Shen Xian's heart, let alone Zhou Mingchao's low fever, or Zhou Mingchao frowned, Shen Xian wanted to serve him as an ancestor again.

Meticulously and compromisingly fed Zhou Mingchao, drank the water, then put him back on the bed, carefully tucked in the quilt, Shen Xian turned and ran out the door: "Brother Zhou, be obedient and don't move around, I'll find you something to eat." come."

Shen Xian ran outside the house, picked two tangerines from the tree, went into the kitchen and brought Zhou Mingchao a bowl of porridge, and when he passed by the tent, a soldier greeted him.

"Young master, haven't you had breakfast yet?"

"Ah, I got up a bit late, brother, have you eaten yet?" There were two tangerines on Shen Xian's tray, and he staggered along the way, for fear that it would fall.

"Is the prince still awake? I saw his complexion not looking good yesterday, is he sick?" Xiao Bing saw Shen Xian holding two bowls of porridge.

"No, he is looking at the city defense map in the house, and I will bring him food back."

Zhou Mingchao is now the commander-in-chief of the first army anyway, so he can't show his timidity in front of the soldiers.

"Your Majesty is really tired. For us, he has worked really hard. I still remember that when he came to Shu Dao, everyone saw him as a frail scholar, and they didn't like him very much. But Shizi is a good person, so he didn't care about us." Xiao Bing Grinning, revealing big dies that are much better than black skin.

"Brother Zhou is not a frail scholar. He has practiced martial arts with my father since he was a child. He beats ten servants at a time in the street." Shen Xian paused, even though he knew that Zhou Mingchao had a hard time when he first came to Zhoucheng. It was too smooth, but he still wanted to ask what kind of dissatisfaction he could make the brother Zhou behind him change their mind.

"When Brother Zhou first came, how did these people treat him?"

"Ah, this." Xiaobing smiled awkwardly, blaming himself for being too talkative, and then he remembered that what he said just now was inappropriate.

"It's okay, everyone went to the battlefield, they are all brothers who were born and died." Shen Xian put the tray on the stone on the side of the road, and handed one of the oranges to the soldier: "If there is anything you can't say before, brothers, let's talk to each other. It's just a joke."

Xiao Bing didn't pick up the mandarins at first, and dared not say anything, but later Shen Xian said a few more words, confused him, and opened his mouth to completely betray Zhou Mingchao's arrival on Shu Dao.

Zhou Mingchao had just come to Shu Dao, and everyone knew that he was chosen to accompany this young prince to accompany him to his death. Since he was about to die, the soldiers had no scruples.

When standing in line, they were fooling around, refusing to answer Zhou Mingchao's questions properly, dismissing Zhou Mingchao's dispatch, and some even sneered: "My lord, we are all going to die anyway, we might as well rush out and fight with them!"

Zhou Mingchao didn't listen to him, he just pulled the disobedient people down and beat them with twenty army sticks each.

Although the next people were reluctant, they were afraid of being punished, so they followed Zhou Mingchao's orders. Later, they discovered that the gentleman who was sent from the outside to look gentle and handsome had some real kung fu on him.Zhou Mingchao was uncompromising and refused to accept his fate. He led these five hundred soldiers seriously and persistently to deal with foreign people on the Shu Road.

Although those people already knew that they were here to die, they seemed to be able to live a few more days after listening to Zhou Mingchao, and every day counted as a day, who in this world is not trying to save their lives!

"Later, we also admired the prince from the bottom of our hearts. If it weren't for him, we would have lost long ago. Those barbarians chopped off our heads and took them back to play as a ball."

Shen Xian didn't know what kind of mood he was in to send the little soldier away. When he returned to the room, he looked at Zhou Mingchao who was still sleeping on the bed, put the tray on the bedside, and Shen Xian sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him. At that time, I just felt that my heart was heavy, and I was falling hard.

"Xianxian," Zhou Mingchao tilted his head and opened his eyes to look at him, his light-colored pupils were like glass: "What's wrong with you?"

He could always tell something was wrong with Shen Xian at a glance, Shen Xian leaned over and touched his head with his forehead: "Does your head still hurt?"

"I'm fine," Zhou Mingchao rubbed his head: "Are you worried that I'm in a bad mood?"

"Get up and eat when you don't have a headache," Shen Xian tapped Zhou Mingchao's forehead with his head: "I even picked oranges for you, last night I let Little Potato eat one, she said it was sweet, so I ate it , it’s really sweet, did you eat it when you came here?”

Zhou Mingchao smiled and sat up from the bed: "I know it's very sweet, but I haven't eaten it yet."

Zhou Mingchao raised his eyebrows when he saw two bowls of porridge and one orange on the tray: "Xianxian, you only picked one orange?"

"Ah?" Shen Xian got off the tray by the bed, glanced at the tangerines on the plate: "You eat it, I won't eat it."

Zhou Mingchao looked at him, and suddenly hugged the young master who was in a bad mood, what Shen Xian said was true, even if this person was sick, he still had great strength.

"Who did you meet on the road just now?" Zhou Mingchao put the sleepy Shen Xian on his lap, approached him and asked in a low voice, "Why are you in a bad mood?"

There are orange trees everywhere outside. According to Shen Xian's habits, it is definitely impossible to pick only one orange and bring it back. After all, Shen Xian might not be able to eat a single orange. When he met Xu Chenxiaoming and those people, Shen Xian gave the orange to him. The possibility of them is even lower, and the only explanation is that in order to bribe a certain person, Shen Xian gave him oranges, and also got news from that person that made him unhappy.

"Xianxian," Zhou Mingchao touched his face: "Why are you suddenly unhappy? Tell me, okay?"

"Don't infect me with the cold protection," Shen Xian said, his voice muffled, but he didn't avoid Zhou Mingchao. He put his head on Zhou Mingchao's shoulder and called out, "Brother Zhou."

"What's wrong with us idle?" Zhou Mingchao gently pinched Shen Xian's chin, and raised his face: "Did someone bully you?"

Shen Xian drooped his eyelids, sitting on Zhou Mingchao and playing with the tassels on his belt: "No one bullies me, what if someone bullies you? I can't help you get revenge."

"No one bullied me," Zhou Mingchao coaxed him patiently: "I'm fine now, nothing happened."

"The emperor bullied you." Shen Xian grabbed the tassel tightly and lowered his head: "He let you come here alone, and even imprisoned your uncles and aunts. Those people don't listen to you and bully you. They are all bad people."

The young master was aggrieved and acted like a spoiled child in his arms, Zhou Mingchao wished he could hold out his heart and hand it to Shen Xian for him to play with casually.

He bowed his head and kissed the young master's wrinkled face: "It's okay, you come to help me, Xu Chen and Li Wei are also here, this is what uncle thought, they are all here, the emperor will not let us They all died here."

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It's almost over, hehe.