Chapter 42: city

Women wear men overhead Su Wen
There are five rounds of poetry. The title of the second round is "New Year", so the content of the poems should be festive. It's still a quarter of an hour, put the pen in and hand it in, and send it down for reading.
Qidi may be a habit formed by the temple test. When he saw the people below the book, he couldn't help but stand up from the position, stepped down to the side and looked at the poems of the people himself.
Because of the arrival of Emperor Qidi, some people who were not calm enough couldn't help being nervous, and couldn't write good poetry any more.
Luo Annian racked his brains and thought of only Wang Anshi's "Yuanri": "One year old in the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth to Tusu. The next day, thousands of households always exchange new peaches for old symbols." There are also firecrackers and these customs, otherwise he can't take it. After all, he is the protagonist of the world, and luck is definitely good.
004 told Ye Junge early that Luo Annian chose which song, Ye Junge raised an eyebrow. This poem seems to be a tribute to the New Deal? Isn't Luo Annian afraid of the emperor using this kind of poem?
Sure enough, after Qi Di came to Luo Annian, his face sank slightly. Xiao Jiu's poems are praised for "removing the old and welcoming the new", can't he wait to see the prince take over?
It is also that Luo Annian himself did not understand the meaning of this poem. He only thought that it was New Year, but he did not expect that there was a deeper meaning in it.
Looking at Qidi's expression slightly pulled down, Luo Annian felt a little uneasy. Was this poem bad? Why was the emperor unhappy after seeing it?
The poems of the New Year are not easy to write. In this sensitive period, the links necessary for the New Year, except for the old and the new, have become the emperor's inverse scales. If you are not careful, you will taboo.
The taste of those in power at this time must be praised together with the new year and the old year. It must be emphasized that the new year is a continuation of the old year, not a replacement. Moreover, Luo Annian's poem is a quatrain. To compare with him in form, he obviously must choose a rhythm poem. In the case of quatrains and rhythmic poems, literati are more inclined to rhythmic poems, because quatrains are not solemn.
So Ye Junge chose a relatively familiar poem. After all, he said that he would face--
The wind and the sky are over, the weather and the sky are full;
Adding new years, spring is full of old mountains and rivers.
Mei Liufang Rongzheng, Songyan old-fashioned;
Tu Sucheng drunk and laughed at Baiyun Wo. (From Ming Ye Ye, in Xinzheng)
Everyone nodded slightly, although the New Year and New Year's custom scenes were not mentioned throughout the text, but there was a new weather and joyful atmosphere in the words between the lines, which made people feel very comfortable. In addition, he praised the
weather and peace
of the old year and the new year positively. Hearing Qi Dilong's heart is pleased. This is not to praise him as a bright monk.
The smile on Guijun's face grew even bigger: "Mrs. Zhenbei is really powerful. This rhythm poem is very good. It should be a top priority. Xiao Jiu's quatrain is very strong, but it is slightly inferior in the form of the verse." Jun paused strangely, then continued with a smile and said, "You third son's poem is the third, can you disagree?"
Qi Di nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, the third round." Satisfied on his face, but did not know what he thought.
Luo Annian breathed a sigh of relief, and it seemed that Qi Di's face was just dazzling.
Because of what happened before, Luo Annian didn't bother to think about this round. He is still the second child of ten thousand years. There will be three rounds later, so sooner or later, Fu Yanqing will be pushed down.
Gui Jun continued to pose questions. In the third and fourth rounds, Ye Junge slightly converged, and Luo Annian got a good idea. He did not use familiar poems and did it on the spot, so Luo Annian didn't find anything wrong. After all, Luo Annian is the prince no matter how much he can't afford to lose face.
The final round is the final tie, Ye Junge and Luo Annian, whoever wins this round is the real leader. The theme this time is "Plum Blossom", which is all about the theme.
Guijun suddenly said: "Benjun has an idea. This round of poetry and painting are combined and tested together. That is to say, you must draw as required, and then put the completed poems on the painting. You can make one poet. Draw an inscription for one person, and evaluate separately. "
This proposal is very interesting. The sleepy people who listen to the poems are all interested and agree.
"Then, you can go down and see the process of painting inscriptions by others, just don't be disturbed." Guijun brought people different colors of paint, although it is estimated that they are not used, after all, it is plum blossom, plum plum There are more yellow plums, and other colors are rarely used.
In terms of poetry, there are too many poems written in plum blossoms, no matter which dynasty, so it is obviously more difficult to make new ideas. Most people are clichés, but the poems are not bad enough, so that they ca n’t be too difficult. So this time, many people are willing to give others a taste.
Luo Annian painted his own inscriptions and wrote poems, as did Ye Junge.
Luo Annian chose the popular Wang Anshi's poem. This round is no longer handed to Guijun for evaluation in advance, but for everyone. Luo Annian gave the painting to the little with confidence, and he showed it to everyone. His plum blossoms are softer, leaning on the corner of the wall with snow on it, and the inscription on the upper right corner is: "The number of plums in the corner, Ling Han opened alone. I do n’t know it is snow, for a subtle fragrance. "
This "Mei" in China of the primitive mother star is almost known to anyone who has attended school. However, the poem is relatively shallow, and there is no problem as long as it is over the mood.
"Xiao Jiu's poem is quite good. It emphasizes Xue and Mei's white, not the same as other poems. Paintings and poems complement each other, which is very good." The prince uttered a sigh of praise, and he felt that the person he liked really looked like him. all good.
This compliment has offended some people. One pole overturned a ship. If no one had dared to dissatisfaction before, it is different now. The Prince's status is already alive.
Before Luo Annian was too proud, Ye Junge said leisurely: "This is a coincidence. His Royal Highness Nine Emperor even thought of going to a place with me." Ye Junge turned to look at the eunuch, with a smile: "Trouble father."
The father-in-law didn't even dare to lift up Ye Junge's painting. This painting embodies Xuemei's pride. Not far from plum blossoms, there are also intoxicating figures of plum-seeking people. It seems that they can secretly smell the fragrance. Poetry: "Mei Xue was unwilling to fall in spring, and the review of Sao Renge's pen fee. Mei Xuxun's snow was three points, but Xue lost a piece of incense." (From "Snow Plum Two (One)" Song Lu Meipo )
Luo Annian's complexion changed. He hadn't heard the first two sentences, but no matter how ignorant he was in the last two sentences, he knew it was a very famous modern sentence. Did Fu Yanqing also wear it? !! But he almost never heard his own poems before!
Luo Annian thought to himself, and decided to go back to show him the poems that Fu Yanqing had written. As long as he found another song he had seen, he could conclude that Fu Yanqing was like a genius. Luo Annian smiled. He did not believe that Fu Yanqing was really talented. He must have copied it!
Guijun smiled: "Is there no objection to this poem? Madam Zhenbei is indeed a wizard who can compete with Jiangnan talents. This" Xuemei "describes the characteristics of Xue and Mei in three points. The artistic conception wins Xiaojiu has a strategy, but Xiaojiu's song is considered second. Although this third poem is not new, it has a strong foundation, so Benjun thinks that it should be the young lady of the Ministry of Librarians. "
The Prince frowned, dissatisfied: "Is Mrs. Zhenbei's poem off-topic? The snow and plum he wrote, not pure plum."
Guijun retorted calmly: "Nevertheless, the master wrote Mei, and set off Mei through snow. What does His Royal Highness think?"
The prince stopped talking, and he saw his grandfather Zuo Xiang shaking his head at him.
Guijun was in a good mood and continued: "In terms of painting, Mrs. Zhenbei's painting skills are amazing." He glanced at Ye Junge in surprise, "It is comparable to Master Lin Fang who has been immersed in this way for decades. . "
People who do n’t know how to paint are very surprised. Lin Fang ’s reputation in the art world is not a cover, but I also want to know that Guijun will not make fun of this, and he has to suppress his doubts.
Ye Junge remained calm. If he was not clumsy, how could he be comparable to him?
"All of you are very good at calligraphy. The character of Mrs. Zhenbei is arrogant and arrogant. It is amazing that Benjun can see Xuemei's demeanor." After finishing the comment, Guijun clapped her hands and laughed, "So, no doubt "Mrs. Zhenbei is the ultimate winner, Your Majesty." He turned to look at Qidi.
Qi Di laughed: "Since I promised to make a good show, I naturally will not break my word. I heard that my mother gave Mrs. Zhenbei a hundred sons and grandchildren's account? In this case, then you also gave you a set of hundred sons and grandchildren dishes, I hope Mrs. Zhenbei will conceive Liner as soon as possible. "
Ye Junge: ... = 憋 = 憋 stop me, I want to be Jun!
004: ∑ (っ ° Д °;) You Junjun, calm down!
"The poetry and painting are over, what's the next?" Qi Di was stirred up and looked forward to the rest of the competition.
"The next is a piece of music. The guzheng of the owner of Anyuan County is very good, but don't let Benjun and His Majesty be disappointed." Lan Yinghou, the father of Anyuan County, is a disciple who was collected by Guijun's father during his lifetime. Gentle and good-tempered, maybe you feel a lot like yourself, and Guijun loves her very much.
Luo Annian's thoughts are not affiliated. He was not able to listen to Gui Jun's analysis at all, and immersed himself in his world until the start of the next round of tests.
Ye Junge didn't participate again this time, and he wasn't a showman. Why did he perform in this way? Anyway, he also found out that the piano player of Anyuan County defeated Luo Annian, so he didn't need to do it himself.
In the rest of the test, Luo Annian failed to get the top spot. After all, in the original book, he can't miss the first reason, and the reasons behind the attack are bad. Those who are better than him are not just uncomfortable, did not participate in the game or accidentally played abnormally. The rest are small attackers who have made hands and feet, anyway, not relying on their own ability to win. At this moment, he hastily performed his performances, and Ye Junge was watching beside him. Those people did not have the opportunity to do small moves at all.
The annual banquet that should have shined was Luo Anian's incompetence. The only poem that can hold a little hand is still suspicious. After all, many people know the poor poems of the nine princes, except that he was stunned. Of the small attackers, the rest of them are confused, but they can't think of the reason. In the eyes of everyone, Luo Annian did not cheat in writing poems, unless he guessed the problem in advance and found someone to memorize it. It seems very possible to think about it this way, after all, the questions that Guijun presents are appropriate, and it is easy to guess.
No one doubts that Guijun helped him cheat together, after all, everyone in Guijun is very clear.
After the annual banquet, he went back to his family. Ye Junge missed his man rarely. Maybe it was stimulated by Zhennan Fufu at the annual banquet. Maybe the family reunion atmosphere made him feel very lonely.
Ye Junge sat alone in the pavilion and drank. Xiaoxue, who had stopped in the afternoon, began to swell again in the middle of the night. When the wind blew, he was drawn into an uncovered pavilion, some fell on his hair, and some hit his clothes and cheeks melted.
He was rushed to the promenade and waited. He was originally asked to rest. He refused to keep it. Ye Junge simply stuffed him with a hand warmer, clothed in fox fur, with cool single clothes inside, and mental protection is not uncomfortable.
Xiaoxiong stared at him all the time, for fear that something would happen to her master.
[Junjun, you can meet him if you want him. You can purchase a one-time teleporter, but you need to double the contribution value required to purchase the volume. 004 can not stand it, persuade again.
Ye Junge looked down at the dropless jug, set it aside, and finally nodded: ‘OK. ’
Back in the house, he retired the night owl who wanted to stay vigil, locked the door, took out the teleporter to rely on the system database to determine the location of Mo Yuanling's room, and clicked directly to teleport.
Mo Yuanling was drunk in the room alone. His alcohol consumption has always been very good, but today he is easily drunk. It is estimated that he misses too much and is not drunk.
Ye Junge turned to lock the door of the room, and extinguished a few candles, leaving only the small lamp on the bed extinguished.
"Wife-in-law ..." Mo Yuanling was lying on the table squinting and watching the busy figure of the man, this is an illusion ...
"Yes." Ye Junge didn't bother to care about him when he celebrated Chinese New Year. He stepped forward and hugged people and put them on the bed.
Mo Yuanling: ... the daughter-in-law is as sturdy as ever in my dream _ (: 3 "∠) _ Can't we be weak again? !!
-Pull the lamp-
Early in the morning, Ye Junge barely braced himself to sit up. The sting under him made him frown, and looked helplessly at the mess in the room. He didn't have extra effort to clean up, and directly exchanged the contribution value for a one-time use. Clean and restore the room to its original state.
Destroyed his shattered clothes, and put on another suit. Ye Junge looked at the dead lover sleeping in the bed, touched the bandage wrapped around his arm, and kissed him with a distressed bow. At the corner of his mouth, he relentlessly tapped the teleporter and returned to his room.
As soon as Mo Yuanling woke up, he recalled the pin-soul scene in the dream last night, and there was a kind of contentment and loss in his heart, and it took him a long time to barely wake up.
When Luo Annian returned home, he smashed a lot of things, then called the dark guard sent by his elder brother, and asked him to find all the poems of Fu Yanqing.
The next morning he got what he wanted and turned it over one by one without any words that made him feel familiar. Was it really a coincidence last night? Or did he remember it wrong, but with similar sentence patterns?
Luo Annian was bewildered, but he still didn't plan to let go of Ye Junge. If he blocks his way, he will not let him go.
Time flies quickly. In the spring, there is a custom of going to the temple to pray for the gods, and the husbands in Kyoto like to go to Peian Temple outside the city.
Generally, the men at home take the family with them. Even if the family is no longer favored, the young lady and the son are eligible to participate. Of course, only the side room and the favored aunt can go in the small house. I thought.
Mo Yuan Ling Yuan was outside the customs, and he didn't have a chamber and children. He was an orphan himself. He was a child who was slipped back from Saibei by General Bei in the old town. Both parents died under the Huns. After General North died in the old town, he had no relatives. In previous years, I went to the temple to serve incense by myself, and this year Ye Junge went alone.
Xiaoyan is busy helping the housekeeper to pack things away. On the first day of spring, Pei'an Temple will be booked by the royal family, and Ye Junge and Mrs. Zhenxi won grace because their husbands fought abroad. They can go together today. After saving, they can squeeze with other powerful families. In one place, both families are few anyway. Mrs. Zhenxi has been married for many years. Due to the small gatherings and many leavings, only one son under his knees is only seven years old. His small body is very strong. . General Zhenxi didn't have a waiter, his parents died early, so their family was just two.
Ye Junge was dragged to speak by him, and the little boy followed him calmly, without any impatience.
"Ling Lang was so calm and bored." Ye Junge glanced at him. The child looked promising, and he was definitely not in the pool when he grew up.
Mrs. Zhenxi patted his son's head: "He knows that I am always lonely at home, so he refuses to leave me half a step easily, and is a good filial child."
Ye Junge smiled and nodded: "Good boy." I couldn't help but wanted to tease him again: "You will go to the battlefield with your father in the future, isn't you going to leave your uncle then? What if your uncle is lonely again? it is good?"
The little boy frowned, thought for a moment, frowning, and looked up at him: "At that time, my father can step back and accompany the uncle."
Ye Junge chuckled: "What if your father would step back on the battlefield?"
The little boy couldn't help it. He turned to look at Mrs. Zhenxi, and was struggling. He wanted to be a great hero like his father, but he didn't want to leave his uncle.
Mrs. Zhenxi shook her head: "What are you doing to shake him like this?"
"Oh, I just put this fact in front of him in advance." Ye Junge rubbed the little guy's head, "Listen, young man, you should grow up quickly, and then marry a good-tempered wife, let He will give you a few fat boys, and your uncle will not be lonely with your wife and son. "
The little boy opened, and nodded again and again: "I see! Thank you, Fu Zhengjun!"
Mrs. Zhenxi said silently: "... Yanqing, you are enough."
Ye Junge laughed and waved his hand: "I'm going one step ahead. You go slowly. The scenery here is pretty good. Let the little guy take a good look. You can't see it when you go west."
I went to the main hall to smell the incense, and when I came out, I saw Gui Jun coming with the concubines from a distance. Ye Junge, who did not want to kneel and salute, walked out of the door.
"Jingjun?" Xiao Yan panted and followed Ye Junge back to the forest. Ye Junge stopped suddenly.
Ye Junge waved his hand to let him leave: "I'll walk by myself."
Xiaoyan frowned and looked at him disapproving, but he couldn't help him, so he had to leave first.
'what happened? ’I just heard the 004 reminder.
[Luo Annian found someone waiting at the pavilion in Houlin. He wanted to lead you over and let that person force you, and then the person he arranged would bring someone else to catch you. Even if this strategy fails, there is a lake next to the pavilion, pushing you down, anyway, Fu Yanqing will not swim, and then wait for everyone to push you and then save you, you have close contact with other men also Seen by others, this can be regarded as ruining your reputation. When your man comes back, you will naturally detest you. 】
Ye Junge sneered: ‘It ’s really a bad thing. Since he has arranged so much carefully, why can't we help him out? Where is he now? ’
[He was afraid of an accident, so he kept hiding near the pavilion. 】
‘He ’s the only one? ’
[Yes, the others were sent away by him. 】
Ye Junge lifted his feet and walked over to the pavilion. There was no one in the pavilion, but he sensed that there was a man hiding behind the rockery beside the pavilion, and there was a man who hid further.
He walked into the pavilion and sat down, quietly waiting for the arranged man to make his move.
Sure enough, not long after, the man behind the rockery rushed up in three or two steps. Ye Junge patted the stone table and jumped away, raising his hand to catch his veins, and the other hand was directly on his acupoint, and he could not move. Already.
Ye Junge is not actually using acupuncture points. After all, this body has no internal force, but the mental force is condensed at the fingertips, which has just invaded his veins through contact, temporarily locking his ability to move and speak.
Luo Annian, who was hiding in the distance, was stunned, didn't he say that Fu Yanqing would not martial art? !! He just came to Houlin consciously to enter the forest just now. He did n’t even need someone to arrange for him to come out to lead him. He still wanted to help me, but it turned out in minutes? !!
The man who was attacked by the attack also collapsed, which was different from the script!
Ye Junge came slowly to Luo Annian, who was still there, grinning badly: "Are your Highness the Nine Princes happy?"
Luo Annian stared blankly at him, opened his mouth, couldn't make any noise, and didn't know what to say, so he closed it again.
Ye Junge picked him up and said with a cruel smile, "Enjoy it." Then he walked to the lake and threw him down.
It was still very cold in the early spring, not to mention that it was on the mountain, the temperature was lower, and the lake water was frozen like ice water, making the hands and feet stiff. Luo An could swim every year, but no matter how he fluttered, every time he was about to go ashore, he would be stabbed again by Ye Junge, watching the movie with a smile and watching him dying.
Another forgotten man froze anxiously in the pavilion, staring at this side. If something happened to the emperor, he wouldn't even want to live, His Royal Highness will surely kill him!
After playing for a while, Luo Annian was almost out of energy, and swimming was physically exhausting, not to mention that Luo Annian was habitually bred, and the lake was so cold, and the heat from her body dissipated quickly. The thick clothes that were originally worn to keep warm became heavy after absorbing water. Luo Annian felt that he couldn't support it anymore, and the strokes gradually became smaller.
Ye Junge focused on his feet and stepped on the water with his mental strength, and lifted the person up. He rushed to the shore and let him blow the cold wind, regardless of whether he would be frozen out.
‘What about the man he arranged to catch? Why haven't you come? ’Ye Junge asked impatiently.
[It's coming soon, Junjun. 】
Ye Junge listened carefully to the movement over there, and finally a voice came.
Ye Junge smiled at His Royal Highness Jiu Ji, who was lying on the ground like a dead fish with a smile, and saw him shivering: "You ... what do you want ... why?"
"Of course, don't let His Royal Highness make your arrangement invalid." Ye Junge clutched his collar, and threw the man into the lake again.
Luo Annian: ... qwq Ma Ma! The ancients are so scary! Wo to go home!
Man: ... you have a lot of stuff! Do n’t even want to live if you play dead!
Ye Junge turned around and left leisurely. Luo Annian breathed a sigh of relief and tried to swim to the shore, but he had spent too much energy before, and he could only paddle in place to prevent himself from sinking. After Ye Junge walked away, he moved his fingers, and the mental strength of the big man slowly dissipated. He didn't care that he was still stiff all over the body, and quickly jumped into the water to save Luo Annian. This scene happened to be seen by everyone who came by.
The rigidity of the big man hasn't subsided yet, and he was easily caught by several princes. Because of the arrangement before Luo Annian, only he and a few people who participated in it knew that even the prince only knew what he was going to do without knowing the specific actions. Therefore, several princes did not know that the big man was sent by the prince to protect Luo Annian. When he saw that he was about to run, he quickly caught people, and he didn't show any mercy.
Luo Annian was scared and stupid, and he didn't expect to ask the Han for anything. Now it is himself who has damaged the festival. Although he has always had little reputation, rumors and seeing it with his own eyes are different after all.
Ye Junge watched from a distance, then turned and left. He wasn't worried that Luo Annian and Dahan would confess to themselves. Let's say everyone believes that the weak Fu Yanqing would have fought against that big man. Even Luo Annian's temperament doesn't believe that he is innocent. Besides, they must be able to find out that the Han was a guard sent by the prince, and Fu Yanqing couldn't even beat the class. Not only can't beat, but the to save the prince is a matter of course, everyone will believe that Luo Annian slipped into the water by himself.
If the original plan succeeds, Luo Annian doesn't want to think about how he would explain that the guard sent by the prince not only guarded him but ran to Houlin and happened to rescue Mrs. Zhenbei who fell into the water. Things that are too coincidental are not coincidences.
As he expected, Luo Annian's irritated brain was unconscious. When people asked him what was going on, he kept saying that Fu Yanqing threw him into the water, and said that Fu Yanqing defeated the guard given by his elder brother. Upside down, like a crazy attack.
"Xiao Jiu, you are frozen in the lake, your mind is not clear, you blocked his mouth, did you see him talking nonsense with a fever?" The queen mother swept coldly across a maiden beside her, and the little maiden was frightened to find Covered his mouth with a clean papa.
The identity of Dahan was also tortured. Although he also said that it was Fu Yanqing, it was revealed by Guijun in a few words: "This man is in love with Xiao Jiu's master and servant, and he helped the master to frame him. To find a credible statement, I know that Mrs. Zhenbei pressed Xiaojiu's head at the New Year's Banquet last year, which made him very unhappy, but people learned by the truth, Xiaojiu was too small. "
Several princes frowned dissatisfied, and spoke to Luo Annian.
"Enough!" The queen mother glanced around, and the princes didn't dare to say any more. In the weekdays, the queen mother has a lot of prestige in the palace, and Kaidi and her mother and son are affectionate, and feel that the queen's affairs are very sorry for her, so no one except the queen dares to talk to her. These princes have not been able to see her since she was a child. She has been reprimanded many times, and now she dares not make trouble even when she grows up.
"Today's thing is that Xiaojiu lost his footing and fell into the water. The guard dragged it down and returned to the palace."
"Yes..."
The queen mother deliberately did not seal it, so it was rumored outside. Some people said that the nine emperor was an ominous person. If you worship a buddha, you can fall into the water. The Buddha is definitely not willing to see him. The guard was in a private meeting in Houlin. I heard that someone came and was so frightened that I fell into the water; some people said that the nine emperor wanted to pretend to fall into the water and said that Mrs. Zhenbei pushed him into the water just after passing by. Therefore, the prologue did not meet the whisper when it was sued, but it seemed that he was talking crazy. No matter how it is transmitted outside, Luo Annian's reputation is completely ruined. He was rescued by the guards after falling into the water, and the festival was damaged. It is estimated that no one would marry him. Even if the emperor ordered him to marry, he would not be spoiled. It ’s just for good, not only for his food and clothing, but do n’t think about the others.
After listening to the rumors, Luo Annian wanted to commit suicide in anger and was stopped by several princes. The princes quickly sent someone to block the rumors, but everyone knew well. How could Luo Annian really want to commit suicide, and he wasn't the ancients who regarded Zhenzheng as heavier than anything else, but just doing drama.
When Ye Junge was watching the opera, the news of truce finally came.
His man is coming back.
When Mo Yuanling came back, his sky was very beautiful. Although there was no sun, such a cloudy day with a breeze was Ye Junge's favorite weather.
He stood among the people and looked at the confident and powerful man in an armour, riding a strong warhorse, and behind him the triumphant soldier who returned.
The solemn atmosphere and uniform movements, although there are only a few dozen people, but they can also see through the style of the army stationed ten miles away in Beijing-if you ignore one of the guys who are obviously not Han people This person should be the messenger sent by the Huns.
Ye Junge examined his body carefully, and breathed a sigh of relief, without seeming to be seriously injured.
The people spontaneously stood on both sides, leaving a wide passage for the returning soldiers. They were deeply emotional and most of them had family members in this army.
Mo Yuanling rode on his horse and brought his guard to this side. The war horse trot, not fast, so that the people around him could clearly see the appearance of dozens of people, and look for their loved ones.
Mo Yuanling's guard is not a child of the generals' family. They are all soldiers who stand out among the common people.
Suddenly, Mo Yuanling speeded up, and the guards behind him followed closely.
Ye Junge watched the man stare affectionately at himself, sprinted closer, and then slowed down again. He got in front of him and took himself to the horse.
The people around them exclaimed, and then someone recognized Ye Junge's identity: "That's Mrs. General!" The people were just as happy as they were, cheering and looking at the two with blessed eyes.
Ye Junge sat sideways in front of the man, and was pressed tightly in his arms. He moved and found that he was held tighter: "What are you doing?"
"Don't move, let me hug." Mo Yuanling buried his face in his hair, took a deep breath, and kissed him severely, "I want to die!"
The people around were cheering louder, and Mo Yuanling's vice general Da Ma came over and laughed: "Hey, sir, okay! Our general thinks of the tea you think about every day, so we have to fight the Hun to try to ease the acacia. Haha. "He said as he ran away, for fear of being caught by Mo Yuanling and packing up.
The messenger sighed in fluent Chinese: "The general and his wife have a great relationship!"
Ye Junge chuckled, looked at the reddish auricle of his man, raised his head and kissed his chin, and said softly, "I miss you very much."
As soon as Mo Yuanling's eyes brightened, Ye Junge slowly added a few words: "On New Year's Eve."
Mo Yuanling lost a moment, and smiled cheerfully again: "I know Mrs. You just feel embarrassed to say that you must have been thinking about me, just like me." The man took the stubble stubbornly. Fucked his lover's face, and received a crackling chestnut.
"You want to poke me to death ?! How long have I not shaved ?!"
Mo Yuanling smirked and shifted the topic: "Madam, I dream of you on New Year's Eve."
Ye Junge sneered: "Dream dreaming of making love with me? Semen."
Mo Yuanling coughed, his wife really knew him, and she knew it all _ (: 3 」∠) _