My lord, she is beautiful and good at fighting

Listening to her clear and coherent explanation, it was obvious that there was no trace of sentimentality.

Rong Xian's fingertips holding the pen holder paused, and the force of the pen tip falling was neither light nor heavy. When he raised his eyes, he saw Wei Wan's particularly serious face suddenly changing. Before the words that sounded like a smile or a tease came out, he He saw her raising her hand, pinching his wrist, and shaking it to the side.

With a 'snap' sound, the pen barrel rolled to the ground, splattering out little bits of ink.

Rong Xian couldn't help but be stunned. He lowered his eyes following her movements and looked at the place where he had just written. He blinked slowly for a while, raised his long eyelashes and looked straight at Wei Wan, his Adam's apple showing. Scroll up and down, burning a little unbearably: "Awan."

His fox eyes were lightly closed, leaving only the blush at the end of his eyes, showing his emotion and planning, and he fell silent for a while.

Wei Wan couldn't hide the lust in his eyes as she looked at him. The ends of her eyes were stained with red rouge. It was rare that she could feel a little confused. Her interest in playing tricks suddenly arose in her heart. If Rong Xian restrained herself and returned to her courtesy, she would She wanted to drag him into the mortal world and be tainted with lust, but on the contrary, Rong Xian was obsessed with lust, so she wanted to see him restrained and unable to escape.

"Brother did it on purpose?" Wei Wan pressed closer to her, Rong Xian's heavy breath became increasingly hot, all on her neck, with waves of itching, "Look, brother knows what he touched. ?”

"A slightly blooming cherry is red. It sings exquisitely in the sound of heartbreak. The light fan covers...[1]" Wei Wan raised his voice and read the poem slowly, and suddenly the ringing sound like jujube honey disappeared completely. , and then you can see the thin and beautiful hands with clear joints covering Wei Wan's face, covering her lips tightly.

"Don't tell me," Rong Xian put his forehead on her left shoulder, his voice hoarse as he swallowed, "what nonsense did you learn."

Wei Wan laughed slowly, pushed away his hand, and said in a meaningful tone: "Brother, why are all the grass and trees like soldiers? It's a bit too muddy. They are just words to praise the delicate beauty of women. Brother, I have read a lot of poetry and books, so it's Where did you think of going?"

"Tsk, delicate and beautiful?" Rong Xian's understanding of her temperament was deeply engraved. If he kept avoiding it, she would step on the back of the knife and climb up the blade to walk. The color of the dyeing shop would be thrown in his face. Momo, "I'm afraid Ah Wan doesn't know... what is delicate and beautiful,"

"There are four first-blooming cherries, one at the top, two in the middle...and one at the bottom." Following his words, the eyes fell on the essence, "half-covered with pink and cream, shy and timid, salivating jade beads."

……

"Decai, these bastards," Jin Heng got off his horse, spat out bloody foam, and went back to back with Jiang Du, who was holding his shield to kill the enemy, and moved forward to capture the head at the same time, "I have never dared to imagine this scene before. "

"Don't say it's blood, even the old man in my family has to support me." Jiang Du chuckled: "Who doesn't?"

Yeah, who isn’t! They are all nobles of the capital, even if some are not direct descendants of the same line, but among the aristocratic families, the direct descendants are always connected, and with the name of the aristocratic family, whoever leaves the family does not represent the honor and disgrace of the family.

Jin Heng stepped on the corpse to recover the Chang Ge, reversed the reincarnation behind him, and held the barbarian soldier's neck. Because he had held the weapon for a long time, he had long since lost the strength to harvest, so he had to grit his teeth and pull the man towards him, and then kicked the barbarian sideways. , knelt down heavily on one knee.

Jiang Du held his elbow, his eyes were blurred with sweat, he blinked hard, and looked up at the black smoke and blood of the empty wilderness around him: "Is it still possible?"

"Of course," Jin Heng said hoarsely, and the blood in his chest was about to surge up again, "As long as I'm here, these bastards can't even think of crossing Dingxiang."

"Heh, look at them, they're about to go straight in." Jiang Du held up his shield, separated the attacking barbarians, and used gravity to push him away, "Because you don't look like you're good at it."

"You fart," Jin Heng supported his arm and stood up. Before in Weidu, he and Jiang Du could be said to despise each other. Jiang Du had a bad mouth and he had always had a bad temper. He would make mistakes when they met on the street. Eyes crossed, not even a word of greeting.

But after opening the city to meet the enemy a few days ago, the two of them led the team. As captains, they inevitably had to discuss tactics together and adapt to the grind again and again. Watching the people under their command die around them one by one, they felt guilty and ashamed. There is a little more sympathy for each other.

"Why didn't you talk back?" Jin Heng unexpectedly didn't hear Jiang Du's venomous tongue and looked at him with discomfort, "It can't really be wrong, is it you? Don't be embarrassed, just call Brother Heng, I will protect you you."

Jiang Du still didn't speak. He just used the horn of his shield to drive away the person and looked into the distance. His eyes were steady. He didn't know if the light of the setting sun was reflected in his pupils or if it was burned by the fire. It was obviously a bit brighter. Jin Heng frowned. He looked, exhaled, stood up and swept away the barbarians who wanted to attack Jiang Du. He followed Jiang Du and looked into the distance: "How did you..."

"Reinforcements," Jiang Du's voice was trembling, and it was not easy to detect, but Jin Heng had been fighting with him for many days and got to know a bit about his personality. He could hear the excitement in his voice, and his eyes widened immediately, "Yes. Wei Jiajun."

[1] "Huanxisha" Song Dynasty·Lv Wei Lao.

I'm getting better and better at writing obscure and crooked poems. I can't look directly at my little green one. Everyone knows what I'm writing, right? [Qing Mimi Conspiracy·jpg].