Playing intrigue is worse than engaging in infrastructure

The ranks of the army stretched very long, but even so, this was only a small part of the light cavalry among the soldiers who went out.Most of the army is still stationed in Tongqu, waiting for the situation to stabilize before withdrawing to Mobei.

When the bonfire was lit, the trees and grassland under the night were brightly lit, and the soldiers who had trekked all the way sat around the bonfire in groups, holding a piece of food called "cake" in their hands. .

This piece of cake not only has a beautiful meaning, but also tastes particularly sweet and delicious. The soldiers dug out a small piece with a serious look on their faces, carefully put it into their mouths, and felt the taste of the cake slowly melting.

Of course, the five-story cake tower is the highlight of the night. Where have people seen such an exquisite thing, let alone this one-man-tall tower is constantly exuding tempting aromas.

Therefore, when the cake tower was launched, it immediately became the focus of much attention.

Under the warm red light of the bonfire, the moist cream on the outside glowed with a honey-colored soft light. Everyone who saw it couldn't help but hold their breath, for fear that they would disturb the scene in front of them if they made any noise. Dreamlike scene.

Song Qingyuan didn't expect that everyone's reaction would be so violent, but under the cover of the fire, the cake, which was originally ordinary in his eyes, did have a bit of hazy beauty that cannot be described in words.

From Song Qingyuan's point of view, the appearance of this cake is of course a bit simple, otherwise he would not try to make the cake the largest size possible, in order to have a shocking effect in terms of volume.

Song Qingyuan's original plan was to share the cake tower with everyone and eat it, but he didn't expect to be met with eager opposition from everyone as soon as he spoke.

They all said that it would be wasteful for such a beautiful and magnificent thing to be eaten by everyone, and it would be better to put it in the middle for everyone to appreciate.

Song Qingyuan didn't expect everyone to react like this, and he froze in place for a while, not knowing what to say.

But this cake is made for everyone to enjoy.

Besides, it is not a model made of plastic. If it is left overnight, let alone whether the cake will be deformed, the cream on the outside will be sour first.

Song Qingyuan and the crowd stalemate for a few minutes, but in the end they couldn't hold back the "public opinion", so they had to take a step back and promised everyone to keep it until the end of the dinner, and then share it with everyone.

The soldiers returned happily with Song Qingyuan's compromise.

Song Qingyuan, on the other hand, looked at the backs of the crowd, trying not to think about whether there would be a lot of dust on the cake tower if it was left outside overnight.Comforting myself dumbfounded, feasting my eyes is another kind of enjoyment.

"Let them go."

Lian Ti walked over from behind him, smiled and comforted: "They love this cake tower, and they are reluctant to eat it now. Your Highness will let them appreciate it for a while."

Even he himself was shocked when he saw the cake tower for the first time, let alone the ordinary soldiers below.

And when he thought that today's grand celebration was organized by Song Qingyuan himself in order to welcome him, Lian Ti was not only shocked, but also delicately sweet.

Song Qingyuan nodded, and said, "The cake was originally made for celebration, so it's good for them to be happy."

There was a slack smile in his voice.

For some reason, when he returned to Muhe Grassland, he relaxed, and even looked a little lazy, without the usual sense of alienation.

This subtle change was keenly perceived by Lian Ti.During the celebration at night, he moved closer to Song Qingyuan, but Song Qingyuan didn't react too much, and he looked defenseless.

At night, everyone celebrated the victory and praised the bravery of the soldiers on the prairie. The voices were high and joyful. Many soldiers sang to the sound of the zither, releasing the emotions accumulated in their hearts through singing.

Many people came to invite Lian Ti to join him, but Lian Ti just gave them high fives, but did not sing.

This has happened several times in a row, Song Qingyuan can't help being aroused a little bit of curiosity.

Because he was sitting next to Lian Ti, and the distance between them was only an elbow, Song Qingyuan raised his arm to touch Lian Ti's shoulder, turned his head and asked, "Why don't you sing with the soldiers?"

Not only today, Song Qingyuan thought about it carefully, during the previous two New Year's Eve dinners, he didn't even seem to sing a song.

At first, he thought that Lian Ti, as the king of Mobei, had a noble status and would not allow him to be so reckless.

But after seeing the scene of the martial arts competition with everyone, Song Qingyuan dismissed the idea. What could be more intimidating than fighting with a dozen soldiers?

Although more than a dozen people did not win together, and Lian Ti beat the dozen or so Mobei warriors to the ground, but he himself was inevitably covered with grass clippings and dirt, and he still looked a bit embarrassed .

In this case, Lian Ti rejected the invitations of the soldiers to make peace one after another, which is very intriguing.

Sure enough, when he heard Song Qingyuan's question, Lian Ti did not answer immediately, but paused for a long time before looking at Song Qingyuan hesitantly, with a subtle tone: "Your Highness, do you really want to know?"

Song Qingyuan nodded, his eyes sparkling.

"Okay." Lian Ti sighed, and replied: "Your Highness, do you still remember those generals who sang around us when you participated in the New Year's Festival for the first time in Mobei? My singing level...is the same as They're about the same."

After finishing speaking, Lian Ti lowered his head and took a sip of his wine as if giving up on himself, avoiding Song Qingyuan's sight.

But after a while, he didn't hear Song Qingyuan's voice either.Lian Ti couldn't help being puzzled, and when he looked up, he saw Song Qingyuan's smiling eyes.

With a "puchi", Song Qingyuan laughed in front of him.

Afterwards, Song Qingyuan smiled with his head tilted, waved his hands at Lianti, and said intermittently: "I... didn't want to laugh at first, but really, it's so funny... I couldn't hold back."

Seeing Song Qingyuan's appearance, even mentioning the original shyness disappeared, and laughed together with him.

After a while, Song Qingyuan finally calmed down.

He never expected that this was the reason. Thinking of the outrageous singing before, and the blushing and thick-necked man from Mobei, Song Qingyuan found it particularly funny when he brought it into Lian Ti's deep and handsome face. .

He tried his best to suppress his bad idea of ​​wanting Lianti to show off his singing voice, and asked Lianti to give him a piece of sizzling lamb chop as if to divert his attention.

The fresh and tender roasted lamb was salty and fragrant, juicy when chewed, successfully attracted Song Qingyuan's attention.

But on the other side, Lian Ti had the same thought. He looked at Song Qingyuan with a smile, and couldn't help but ask, "Can Your Highness sing?"

Song Qingyuan swallowed the mutton in his mouth, and looked at Lian Ti in shock, as if to say: I'm kind enough not to let you sing out of embarrassment, why are you still climbing up?

Lian Ti was stared at by Song Qingyuan with half anger and half resentment, and he was not at all embarrassed, and raised his eyebrows suspiciously, "Can you sing it for me?"

All right, let's make you feel ashamed today.

When passing by the grassland today, he heard a young girl in the tribe humming a few tunes. Although the lyrics were not very clear, but because the melody was so beautiful, he stopped to pay attention.

Song Qingyuan wiped his hands, recalled the melody he had heard during the day, and hummed softly.

It was originally a mellow and lingering ditty, but because of Song Qingyuan's voice, it became like the clearest spring water in the mountain stream.Lian Ti listened to his voice, and quietly watched the profile of the person in front of him by the light of the bonfire.

There were not a few lines in the minor tune, and Song Qingyuan quickly finished humming and turned to look at the other party.

Because he was behind the light, he couldn't see the emotion in Lian Ti's eyes clearly, so he raised his chin slightly and raised his eyebrows at the other party.

Lian Ti didn't look ashamed at all, instead he praised his singing seriously.

Song Qingyuan himself was embarrassed by the praise first, and just about to say something, he heard Lian Ti's voice turn around, and the voice with laughter seemed to be magical, and it got into his ears verbatim.

"Although there are no lyrics, this song... I remember, it was sung by a young girl to the man she loves."

As if worried that Song Qingyuan's expression was not dull enough, he added fuel to the fire: "Of course, young men are fine too."

When Lian Ti said this sentence, he glanced at Song Qingyuan intentionally or unintentionally, for fear that Song Qingyuan would not know that the "man" in this sentence meant him.

Song Qingyuan wanted to explain to Lian Ti that he just overheard it and didn't know the lyrics.

But when he saw Lian Ti's expression, he gave up this idea.

How could Lian Ti not know that this was just a misunderstanding, but even if it was a misunderstanding, seeing Song Qingyuan's distressed expression because of his teasing, he felt very satisfied.

Song Qingyuan looked Lian Ti up and down, then smiled with his lips curled up, and said in an airy voice, "I know."

This time it was replaced by Lian Ti at a loss.

Hearing these four words, he first seemed to think he had heard it wrong, and after a long moment of stunned, he realized that it was not his mistake.

But before he could open his mouth to ask a question, the people around him stood up, left a sentence of "I'll go back to the tent to rest first", and walked towards the big tent lightly.

Looking at Song Qingyuan's back, Lianti bowed his head and cursed, then pulled a handful of weeds as if to vent his anger.

Why didn't I catch Song Qingyuan just now, but stayed in a daze for a few seconds?

Thinking of Song Qingyuan's smile before he left, Lian Ti looked annoyed again, drank a few sips of wine, wishing to pick up himself a few minutes ago and beat him up.

The expression was so indignant that even the adjutant who came over and asked "Do you want to share the cake tower with everyone" was stunned for a moment, for fear that he would appear at the wrong time and offend the king.

"Divide it, divide it!" Lianti waved his hand, signaling the lieutenant to go down quickly. He is now full of what Song Qingyuan said "I know" just now, and he doesn't care whether the cake tower will stay or not.

"Yes." The adjutant replied cautiously.Just when he was about to retreat, he heard their king calling him to stop again.

"etc".

The lieutenant quickly turned around, "Is there anything else you want to order, Your Majesty?"

"The cake on the cake tower," Lian said after a pause, "remember to leave a piece for me."

The cake tower was designed and made by Song Qingyuan himself, no matter how depressed he was, he would never miss this.

"Your subordinate understands." The lieutenant nodded quickly, and bowed out of Lian Ti's sight.

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