The negative one seems to embrace the world, and the house of the second son is peaceful

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"Hey, I'm really fine," Qi Han was defeated by his scary appearance, sighed and pulled him, Zhao Yun's lead-like feet stepped away, "In the future, I will find a sword to match my body in the future, preferably, that kind, the kind of sharpened iron like clay, so that no one can threaten me anymore......"

In order to comfort Zhao Yun's peace of mind, Qi Han deliberately slowed down and looked relaxed, but he just spoke word by word, as if his tongue was not working.

Excessive fright, explosive movement dodge, standing in front of Zhao Yun at this moment, Qi Han only felt like there was a mountain to rely on for him, and the whole person relaxed, so the alcohol in his body surged into his head again, more violently than before.

"Ah...... Ah Yun, you can take me to buy a sword, okay?" came out of that strange title again, stammering, but revealing a rare intimacy.

Zhao Yun was slightly surprised by his "Ah Yun" call, and couldn't help but squint his eyes and look over-

The torches in front of him reflected his slightly drunken face, and his cheeks were dyed a thin red, as if a faint layer of crimson skin had been wrapped in the warmest white jade. In those steep eyebrows, there was an unconcealable sorrow, like a fog shrouded in smoke, which only the closest people could see.

Zhao Yun didn't know what Qi Han was worried about in his heart, let alone that the worry came from himself, but he was inexplicably infected by this feeling, and the anger in his heart was gradually replaced by the sorrow that came from nowhere.

The brow furrowed even tighter.

After a slight pause, he seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief and responded with a sigh: "Okay." I promise you a good sword, and I will protect you. The hand that was clenched at his side slowly released.

Qi Han didn't listen to what he said, and walked forward with a smile on his face.

A gust of cold wind blew, I don't know whether it was because of drunkenness or fatigue, or because of a low mood, Qi Han's steps gradually became messy, a moon-white shirt was broken and swaying in the night fog, he bent his waist and limbs, and his posture was clear and staggered, just like the immortal who was drinking under the moon, about to leave by the wind.

There are beautiful women in the north.

Peerless and independent.

A look at the city.

Then look at the country.

Rather than know the city and the country.

Beautiful women are hard to come by.

Zhao Yun stopped in a daze, looking at Qi Han's expression that seemed to be worried or happy, and a moment of confusion flashed in his always bright eyes. As if in the middle of evil, these few little poems popped up in his mind.

At this point, the gloom under his eyes completely dissipated.

"Huh...... What are you doing?" Qi Han's crooked steps finally stepped into the air, and in the next second, he waved his hands in protest, but the whole person rose in the air and was firmly secured on a solid back.

"You just stepped into the ditch. Zhao Yun suppressed the smile in his voice, "Didn't you say that I will carry you back if you are drunk." After laughing, he grabbed his waist with his backhand.

Alas, this waist is really thin, soft and tough, as if there are no bones, and it is even smaller than a woman...... When I turn around, I have to get him some good food, he is young, but I am afraid that he will have to grow his body. Zhao Yun raised his eyebrows, thinking secretly in his heart.

Qi Han's head was not clear. Although his hands were held by Zhao Yun and clamped on his shoulders, he still refused to twist honestly, only to make Zhao Yun have to clasp him tightly and make him unable to move. Feeling that he was being restrained, Qi Han's mouth began to curse bits and pieces some words that Zhao Yun didn't understand, Zhao Yun couldn't help but want to listen carefully under his confusion and curiosity, he might as well turn his head, but his cheeks were heavily touched by Qi Han's warm lips-

The thin lips pressed against Zhao Yun's side face, and he inadvertently squirmed a few times, popping out two or three vague and broken syllables. The warm and sweet breath that was drunk spit out, forming a layer of mist on Zhao Yun's face.

Zhao Yun's brain exploded, as if a thunderbolt had exploded.

As if something in his soul was broken, he shook under his feet, and almost stumbled to knock the man on his back down.

Zhao Yun reacted so quickly, and in shock, he hurriedly reached out to support the other party's leg and held his waist tightly.

But his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and he couldn't move.

He just stood like this, adjusted his breathing for a long time, only to feel that his heartbeat was like a drum becoming more and more intense, and he wanted to get out of his mouth and run away from him. raised his hand to straighten the other party's head, so that his fluttering mouth no longer moved, and honestly fell into his shoulder socket, but he felt that the place on his right cheek that had been touched by the kiss was crispy and numb, as if it had been burned by a flame, and it became more and more hot and spreading.

The initiator was unconscious, and he kept his eyes on Zhao Yun's back with his eyes closed from beginning to end, comfortable, stable, and gradually confused.

Feeling his long and deep breathing, Zhao Yun's restless heart gradually calmed down, he exhaled and raised his eyes to look at the snow-white moon in the sky, and walked in the direction of his home.

“…… There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent. One look at the city, and then look at the country...... I don't know if the city and the country are captivated, and it is difficult for a beautiful woman to get ......"

For some reason, the mood is much better. Zhao Yun hummed a few simple words in his mouth, and the originally beautiful tune came out of his throat, and it actually changed into a silent and desolate tune.

Qi Han seemed to be disturbed by his low singing, and snorted on his back, breathing deeper and longer.

The night breeze blows, and the pace never stops.

A cold wind slid across Zhao Yun's face, and he smelled the breath that belonged to the late autumn night at the tip of his nose. Bleak, cold, cold, and a little frozen. But he felt a warm patch on his back, like the heat penetrating through the muscles of his back, and his heart was also warmed. The surrounding houses were quiet, occasionally there were babies crying, farmers snoring, chickens crowing, yellow dogs barking, Zhao Yun listened, and suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart that he had never experienced. The kind of thing that has lived for more than 20 years, but has never had it, is safe in this world, and there is no sense of luxury.

The warm breath in his shoulder socket drenched his white robe, and he couldn't help but glance sideways at the person on his back again, and then a smile appeared on his lips, and he hummed the tune-changing order again, and hurried in the direction of home.

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The morning fog is heavy and the cold is cold.

A certain sound on the window woke up Qi Han.

Although the voice was so soft that it was barely audible if you weren't careful. But since coming to this chaotic era at the end of the Han Dynasty, he has been much more vigilant than before. What's more, for the battle of turning defeat into victory, the change of command, the construction of urns and corners, and the tunnel crossbow machine all need to be arranged by him, and his work and rest have been disordered for a few days, and he has gotten up very early for intensive training these days, and there are also people who suddenly wake up on the third watch.

Yesterday, because of Liu Bei's arrival, he was depressed all day long and a little depressed, and this drunkenness was really thorough. The mood at the night banquet was up and down, and on the way back, he was assassinated by Zhang Fei, and under the fear of being frightened, he slept very unsteadily at night. He has been dreaming bizarre dreams, making him unable to distinguish between reality and dreams.

Qi Han propped up his elbows and sat up obliquely, his face still a little foggy. The quilt slipped a few points off the body, revealing a half-open neckline.

He raised his left hand and rubbed his eyes, and saw that the morning light was still dim and unclear, and wisps of mist poured in from the window, a little sympathetic and cold. A tall figure stood there, holding a cloth in his hand, trying to close the gap in the mullions. The slight sound was the sound of the rough fabric clashing with the wood.

As if hearing him get up, Zhao Yun looked back, touching Qi Han's confused expression like a young deer, and his gaze became very soft. He smiled and said, "Woke you up, let's sleep again." It's not the fifth watch yet. ”

"Hmm...... What are you doing when you get up so early? Qi Han groaned and fell back on the couch. Reaching out to rub his aching temples, his voice still lazy and sleepy. His head ached, and he woke up even more uncomfortable than last night, his throat was dry and dry, and he wanted to vomit but couldn't vomit. He raised the corners of his eyes, staring at Zhao Yun who was only wearing a white middle coat with dissatisfaction, what did he get up early in the morning to toss.

Zhao Yunwaner: "This time is the coldest time of the day, you drink too much, and it is not good to suffer from the cold wind." I got up and blocked the ventilated area. As he spoke, he turned his head and continued with what he had just done.

His fingers were slender and flexible, and he quickly covered the empty part of the window with a thick cloth, and the cold haze did not drill into the house, Qi Han obviously felt that the cold air in the room was not flowing, as if it was really warm.

He didn't blame Zhao Yun for waking him up, he glanced at the person in front of the window, and the corners of his lips curled. I didn't care about the headache anymore, so I quickly closed my eyes and wanted to sleep a little longer. There will be a loud noise in the morning training assembly, and he needs to catch up on sleep.

Although in this era, Zhao Yun's house is no longer bad, and it may even belong to a small mansion. But for Qi Han, who is accustomed to living in high-rise buildings, such a house is too simple and the environment is relatively bad.

Zhao Yun was keenly aware of this, so he took care of him everywhere. At night, he always likes to kick the quilt, exposing part of his feet, chest and back, and only wrapping a large part of his abdomen, which is very easy to get cold.

In this era when medicine is very unprosperous, it is not a trivial matter to get a cold and fever for no reason. Zhao Yun saw that Qi Han was not strong enough and didn't know the way to maintain health, and he was not honest when he slept with a quilt in late autumn, and he knew at a glance that he was a habit he had developed over the years.

Maybe his life was really quite good in the past, maybe it was his unimaginable environment, maybe there was a stove in his house for many years, which made him develop such a bad habit.

Zhao Yun wrapped the window, and the light in the room was a little darker. He lit an oil lamp, cut the wick, and there was a little light in the room.

He walked up to Qi Han with light steps, and pulled up his quilt to cover his exposed neck as he did on weekdays and nights. deliberately ignored the other party's jade-carved snow-like collarbones and chins, and went to the other end, pulled a few times, wrapped his feet, and then tightened the quilt around him. After making sure that Qi Han was like a silkworm chrysalis and was restrained by the quilt, he walked back to lie down on his own, put his hands under his neck, and squinted at the people on the next couch.

Every night, hearing the sound of Qi Han lifting the quilt and turning over, Zhao Yun would hate that he had practiced his martial arts too well, and he was too deaf and clear-sighted.

Although I wanted to sleep, I couldn't bear to see him get cold, so I had to get up and help him tuck the quilt. I always have to get up three or two times a night. He is now a little skeptical, will he not get enough sleep in the long run?