Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

The sky was getting dark, and the lampstand was standing on the table, gently swaying the flames. In the hall, Wu Qing, whose belly was getting rounder and rounder, was talking to Hu Sanniang with a smile on her face. She was holding newly made clothes in her hand, and she would pick them up from time to time in front of the lamp. Look, the moment I look at my belly is full of happiness.

Hu Sanniang had an indescribable look on her face. She looked at Wu Qing's belly with eyes that seemed to be envious and a little afraid. She touched her flat belly from time to time, looked at the woman opposite, and finally stretched out her hand: "Sister, let me Let me touch your belly."

"Touch, touch, I've touched it hundreds of times in the past few days." Wu Qing gave her a funny look and felt the woman's slender fingers pressing on her belly: "Sister, hurry up and get pregnant with your husband's child. This way you can touch your own.”

The normally sassy Yi Zhangqing's face turned red with embarrassment, and she lowered her head without replying. Lu Bu had been away on an expedition in the past two days, and their relationship had improved by leaps and bounds. Now, the titles of sister and sister came out of her mouth without any reluctance.

"My sister is now with her husband. Sooner or later she will be pregnant. What's there to be ashamed of?"

"I...I picked out the wick."

Hu Sanniang blushed, picked up a small metal stick and fiddled with it gently, and the light suddenly became brighter.

As if she thought it was fun to tease Hu Sanniang, the pregnant young woman patted her husband's hand and said, "What's there to be ashamed of? Now that the husband is back, my sister should stay with him more, otherwise it will be difficult to get pregnant."

"Sister..." The blush on Hu Sanniang's face reached her neck, and she called out softly, her almond-shaped eyes full of pleading.

Until now, she has been talking to the children of the world, talking about the heroes of the world, and talking about the flash of swords and swords. When has she ever been teased about the relationship between men and women, she has already been ridiculed and felt like sitting on pins and needles.

"Okay, let's not talk about you anymore." Wu Qing saw that she knew that the other person was as thin-skinned as possible. She didn't necessarily want to make fun of this young man. She just saw that the other person's shy look was interesting, so she couldn't help but say a few words and put it down. Clothes in hand: "Mr. Lang will be back soon, tell the cook to bring the food."

"Okay." With a breath, Hu Sanniang hurriedly stood up, took a few steps with her long legs to the door, and stretched out her hand to push it.

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"Ok?"

Outside the door, Lu Bu retreated. The door flashed past his eyes, causing two strands of hair to float up. He looked at the open door in astonishment, and then glanced at Hu Sanniang, who stretched out her hand to push the door open. Her expression was a little strange.

"Lang...Lang Jun..."

The blood on the pretty face opposite had already gone down a bit, but when she saw the man, her eyes suddenly surged up again. Her face was red, and there was a layer of sweat on her forehead. The woman's bun was visible to the naked eye. There is white air rising from the hair.

"What...does this person do badly? Do you need to vent your anger like this?" There was a smile in his eyes, and the tall man was rarely in the mood for joking.

Biting her lip slightly, Hu Sanniang's face looked like a cooked shrimp. For a moment, she didn't know whether to retract her outstretched hand or wipe the sweat from her forehead.

"My husband is back, don't tease my sister, come in quickly." Wu Qing walked over with a bulging belly and smiled when she saw the figure outside. Recently, she likes to be around her man more and more. .

Lu Bu also looked at the pregnant woman with a smile, stepped forward and wiped away the sweat from Hu Sanniang: "I'm joking, don't take it seriously."

"Both of you are bullying me." Stomping her feet fiercely, the heroic little woman turned around and ran to the kitchen. As the cold wind blew, the rising body heat began to drop. When she saw her man, she remembered Wu Qing's words before, and her cheeks It's getting hot again.

In the room, Lu Bu did not let the pregnant woman come forward and take off her cloak. He untied it and hung it up. He carefully protected the woman and sat down: "How are you? The most important thing now is to rest."

"It's okay, slave. Mrs. Ruan said that exercise is good for the body." Wu Qing smiled, but still followed the man's movements and sat back on the chair: "Will Mr. Lang go out in the next few days?"

"No." He turned around and walked back to the chair, looking at the woman's plump face in the past two days: "I'm going to take a rest in the village recently, so that I can recover from the recent harvest. I won't be moving for a while..." Then he raised his eyebrows. : "But she's about to give birth?"

"It's been two months." Some happily picked up the clothes on the table and showed them to the man: "Look, I made this myself. This material..."

"These are the clothes I made for my child. This material and style can be worn by both boys and girls. What do you think, husband?" The figures in the line of sight were a little blurry, and the voices were overlapping. Under the dim light, Lu Bu's mouth curled up with a smile. Smile: "Very good..."

"The husband thinks it's good too? (The husband thinks it's good too)?"

The overlapping sounds seemed to reach their peak at this moment, and the tall figure's face became softer and softer. A "squeak" sound from the door woke up the smiling Lu Bu, and a long-legged girl walked in: "Lang Jun, Sister, dinner can be served soon... huh? Why is Lang Jun so happy? "

"Oh...it's okay..." The man, who was still smiling, looked at the two young women and repeated, "It's okay..." He murmured in a low voice, "I'm just happy."

"Huh? What do you mean?" The two women didn't hear clearly and looked at Lu Bu strangely.

"Someone said...go wash up."

The man who stood up quickly walked into the inner hall. The two women outside looked at each other, shrugged, and talked with a sweet smile. After a while, the maid brought the dishes. When Lu Bu came out, they ate and chatted.

"I heard from my father that the village wants my brother to go to Liaodong? How can it be so far away?"

Under the light, Hu Sanniang drank a cup of rice wine, her eyes a little curious. In the past two days, she heard from her father that her brother was preparing to sail. In the past, although her brother was also running around, he would never go as far as Bianliang, but now he actually ran there. The Liao Kingdom was so far away that it made her feel unreal.

"Well, it's been decided. The cottage is now big and always needs development. Besides..." The man holding the wine glass looked at the two women on the side: "I can't stretch my legs and arms here in Jingdong. It's better to jump out of this world... …”

He drank the warm wine in one gulp and said, "Look for another way."

Wu Qing and Hu Sanniang looked at each other, frowned and said, "Then...should I leave here right away?"

Lu Bu was startled for a moment, and seeing the two of them looking a little worried, he said with relief, "Don't worry, it's not that fast. Everything has to be done step by step."

Pausing for a moment, she watched Hu Sanniang pour liquid into the wine glass, and sighed with emotion: "I have eaten a lot in my hurry, whether from myself or others, I must avoid these things this time."

Wu Qing breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and said: "As long as the slave gives birth to a child, I can follow my husband wherever he goes."

The man laughed: "It must have come in time."

The night got darker, and not long after, the three people who had finished dinner called the maid to take away the bowls and chopsticks, and then took care of the pregnant woman to sleep. The moment the lights were blown out, the petite figure was embraced by the burly shadow, and melted. As one body.

In the courtyard, the half-waning moon exudes a cool light, and in the early spring, it seems like a cat is meowing.

……

The light of night shines in every corner of Liangshan Mountain, and night owls are chirping in the woods at the back of the mountain. From time to time, they flap their wings and make a snapping sound as they pass over the branches, disappearing into the dark depths.The strong man carrying the wine pot was walking in the direction of the prison area in the back mountain. The bonfire standing in the mountain path brought sparks flying into the night sky. From time to time, groups of infantry carrying long guns and wearing leather armor walked by. They all saluted the visitor, and the strong man nodded in response.

Looking at the brightly lit courtyard in front of him, he took a breath and knocked on the door with his thick and strong knuckles, making a thumping sound in the night.

The door opened, revealing a somewhat tired face. The moment he saw the strong man, he quickly cheered up and said, "Chief Bian, why are you here at this time?"

"Come here to have a drink with someone." The rough voice said, flashing the wine jar in his hand: "Why, can't you come now?"

"See what Xie said, there's no curfew here, how can you not let Xie come?" With a playful smile on his face, the gatekeeper let Bian Xiang inside: "Quick, it's cold outside, Xie come in quickly."

"Okay." Stepping in, the strong man looked at the simple decorations in the room, looked at the burning brazier and the wine and pickles on the table, and smiled and cursed: "You are quite leisurely, too."

"Hey, it's nothing, don't you? Just drink a little and you won't miss anything." Rubbing his hands, the gatekeeper smiled a little awkwardly.

"You're so scared, I didn't stop you from drinking." He raised his hand and patted the other party's shoulder, looked at the thick cell door and said, "Is that Dong Ping still in there?"

"Here you are." The man quickly found a bunch of keys, bowed and walked forward: "Take me with you, little one."

The gleaming metal lock opened with a crisp sound, the heavy wooden door was pushed open, and six cells with bars inside came into view: "It's not interesting here."

The smell in the air is not unpleasant, there is no rotten sour smell, of course, it is not a good smell.

"Only a few people are imprisoned all year round, so there won't be much of a smell. It makes our leaders a little mysophobic. Prisoners have to go to a special place to poop or urinate." The guard explained with a wry smile. .

Bian Xiang chuckled and didn't answer. The man took a fire stick and lit a torch and stuck it on the wall. In the dim sight, there was a figure on the left sitting up. He was wearing a white undershirt, with a few straws on his disheveled hair, and his face was expressionless. Although he is a little pale, he can still tell that he is a handsome young man. He is Dong Ping, the commander of the army and horses of Yunzhou, the two-gun general.

The minion bent down in front and opened the lock of the iron chain, then opened the wooden door and stood beside it.

"Okay, let's go out. I'll have a chat with this guy." Bian Xiang grinned, bent down and entered, holding the wine jar and saying to Dong Ping, "We meet again, let's have a drink?"

Dong Ping lazily raised his eyes, without any expression of sadness or anger. He just curled his lips and said, "Having wine but no food is not considered sincere."

"Hey..." Bian Xiang choked, turned to face the outside and shouted: "Bring some food to go with the wine and bring in a brazier."

There was a promise from outside, and not long after, the man brought the things in and set out bowls and chopsticks for the two of them.

"Now we have it all." Bian Xiang sat down on the ground, poured drinks for the two of them, looked at the unmoving figure, and raised his head: "Why are you still sitting there, are you afraid that I will poison you?"

"Afraid of birds!" Dong Pingping said expressionlessly, moved his body, then covered his head with a grin on his face, sat down slowly, and picked up the wine bowl: "You bunch of birds are really sneaky, I am now My brain still hurts badly."

"Hahaha...it has to be like this when the two armies are fighting." While laughing, Bian Xiang touched the bowl with him: "Or do you, Dong Ping, show mercy?"

"Whoever shows mercy on the battlefield is seeking death." He grinned and took a sip of wine, then picked up his chopsticks and ate some soy meat, and exhaled: "Now that you feel comfortable, tell me, when will you kill me?"

"Kill you? Why?" Chewing meat in his mouth, the sturdy man looked up at him in shock.

"..." The handsome governor was silent for a moment and pointed at the food and wine: "Isn't it Guantou wine?"

"Hahaha - I'm thinking too much!" Bian Xiang raised his head and laughed, and slapped Dong Ping on the shoulder. He immediately covered his head with a painful look on his face, scratched his head, and said apologetically: "Ah... I'm sorry. , I forgot that your head was injured."

After a pause, he took the bowl and took a sip: "I bought you a drink because I like you, not because I want to kill you."

The two-gun general put down his hands and looked at the man opposite him with a frown: "It's pleasing to the eye? What do you mean?"

"On the battlefield, you are the only one who dares to stand against us Liangshan. You are a man." He said casually, swallowing the sauced meat into his mouth, and said vaguely while chewing: "The rest are all eggless things. , I don’t even bother to glance at it.”

"Who says it's not the case!" Dong Ping also got angry and slammed the table: "These bird-men have made me miserable. They are simply not worthy of being a human being."

"That's it." The two touched each other again, each drank the wine, and Bian Xiang wiped his lips: "What, come to our Liangshan, you can't go back now anyway."

"Hmph, I am defeated, but I may not be able to go back." Dong Ping rolled his eyes and stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the meat.

Bian Xiang looked at the opposite side meaningfully and said softly: "Do you know where all your armor and weapons went?"

The chopsticks that reached the meat stopped.

The rough voice continued: "We asked someone to change your clothes and break up Sucheng. Tell me, how can you report this matter if you are an official in Sucheng?"

Holding the piece of meat between two wooden chopsticks, he put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly. Bian Xiang looked at him like this. After a long while, the two gun generals showed a cruel expression: "Then you won't be able to escape being destroyed by Yun Zhao..."

"Yun Tianbiao is dead." The voice that came out softly made the other side feel like falling into an ice cave: "Beheaded on the battlefield by my brother, including four high-ranking military officials from Hebei..."

He stretched out his thumb and scratched his neck: "No one escaped, they were all killed on the spot."

"No...impossible!" His eyes were a little panicked, and the voice of the two-gun general suddenly rose: "You are lying to me. How can an army of more than [-] people be defeated?"

Looking at the pale prisoner, Bian Xiang added: "You are in a coma in prison. No one in Beijing or Hebei knows about this. Just go out and ask anyone."

The speechless man immediately stooped down, just holding the empty bowl in front of him. Bian Xiang did not rush him, but filled the wine for him, and he picked up the vegetables and ate the meat. For a while, there was only chewing left in the cell. and the sound of burning coals.

At a certain moment, the frozen figure raised his arm, drank the wine in one gulp, threw the empty bowl on the table, whirled around, and raised his wolf-like eyes: "I've suffered so much from you, it seems I just want to I can hang out with you!"

"Hahaha, come on, have some wine!"

The voice is bold and joyful. (End of chapter)