The battle with the barbarians lasted for two months, and it was only when the roses in Yanhui's courtyard were scorching that she received the first letter sent back by Yu Zhuliu. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The letter that was sent in an expedited manner for 800 miles contained only one sentence:

Don't read it, it's all right.

Although Yu Zhuliu did not mention his recent situation, and only covered it up with a few words, his life in the army would be so easy.

Yan Hui sighed lightly and put down the letter paper in his hand.

Outside the window, under the porch there was still the birdcage of the green finch, which had become more rounded than it had been three years ago.

Although it has only accompanied Yan Hui for three years, this is almost its life, its voice is no longer clear, and its feathers are no longer dazzling, but Yan Hui has become accustomed to his presence.

Lychee walked in with a few slices of cut melon, and the crisp melon fragrance smelled very pleasant in this summer.

"Why didn't you use the ice cup to ride?"

"Madam, your little days are just these days, but you can't be greedy and ruined. ”

Yan Hui listened with a smile.

"It's as expensive as you say. "In this ancient summer, there was no air conditioning fan, and if you didn't let people eat something cold, how could you spend this summer.

Yan Hui shook the Luo fan in his hand, these gentle breezes could not blow away the summer heat at all.

"Lychee, go and tell the people below to knock some ice, the weather is too hot these days, I really have no appetite, you go to the kitchen and pick up a few jars of pickled plums and osmanthus nectar, pour these things together with crushed ice, and make me an ice bowl, I am almost hot to death by this day." ”

"Madam......" Lizhi wanted to persuade again, but saw Yan Hui looking at her pitifully.

"Good lychee, just let me have a bite, I promise to eat only a small bowl. ”

In the face of such a master, Lychee was also very helpless, "Then you wait here, and the slave will do it." ”

Seeing Lychee walking away, Yan Hui threw off the light gauze covered by her body with her hands and feet, Lychee was not there, she could finally take off this "warm clothes".

It's obviously the season to wear suspender hot pants, but people just wear a small coat and a skirt, and then cover it with light yarn, and even wear a pair of socks when wearing shoes.

Yan looked back at the window and shook the fan in her hand even harder, Lychee will not be there, she can still do this, when she comes back, she will have to wrap it back one by one.

"Well," Yan sighed back, "when will this summer pass?" "Looks like we'll have to find a way to escape the heat.

I heard that the barbarians live in the northwest, where the summer days are short and cool, and if the barbarians settle down later, it is a good place to escape the heat.

It's just that the barbarians are now at war.

"I don't know what happened to him on the battlefield. ”

Yan looked back at the letterhead on the table, a little worried in her heart, "I just hope what you said is true." ”

In the Northwest Wasteland, the snowstorm that fell two months ago has disappeared, and the wild grass that has absorbed the snow grows wildly in the crevices of the rocks.

Yu Zhuliu sat on the ground, for two months he had made meritorious contributions, and even the hussar generals had been praising him, but this was not enough.

Xu Mu took out the gold sore medicine from the bag he was carrying behind him, and sprinkled it on Yu Zhuliu's neck, the wound was too deep, Xu Mu simply poured the whole bottle, and then he barely stopped the wound that was desperately oozing blood.

The pain of the gold sore medicine sprinkled on the wound was like a bee sting, but Yu Zhuliu didn't care, only staring at the general of the barbarians in front of him, the king of the barbarians, Kuhe Tuoba.

Unlike the Xia and Shang dynasties, the barbarians believed in the respect of the strong, and their king was the invincible god of war of their barbarians.

This Kuhe Tuoba, Yu Yuandao has fought with him several times, although there is no defeat, but there is no victory, the strength of the two is between five or five, whether it is mental strength or strength.

But Yu Zhuliu didn't believe it, it didn't make sense that what Yu Yuandao couldn't do, he couldn't do it!

Moreover, Yu Zhuliu touched the wound on his neck.

Although the wound had been bandaged by Xu Mu, he could still feel the wound clearly.

It was three inches below his ear, grazing his throat and slashing dangerously across the side of his neck, the flesh on both sides of the wound rolling up, and an inch deeper, and there was only one dead man left for him to wander away.

And this arrow is due to the other party.

Thinking of this, Yu Zhuliu's eyes were even more gloomy, no matter what, he had to avenge this arrow, as long as Kuhe Tuoba died, his military merits were enough for him to be named a general, and he could go back as soon as possible...... See her.

When Yu Mo came, he saw such a Yan Hui.

Wearing only a bandeau skirt, the two tender arms were stabbed across the bamboo couch, in order to be greedy, Yan Hui kicked the corners of the skirt, and the pair of jade white and delicate calves were exposed together with the pink instep.

And she herself, her eyelids were raised, Sakura's lips were slightly open, and she was obviously already asleep.

It was noon, and it was about to rain, so the air was extremely hot, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on Yan Hui's forehead, and a few strands of sideburns were wet with sweat and stuck to her cheeks.

is obviously a beautiful and unparalleled beauty, but in this situation, I only feel that there is a kind of charm all over my body, that kind of "charm" is not vulgar, nor explicit, but it makes people feel that a heart has been sucked away.

Yu Mo frowned when he saw it, why didn't there even be a maid by Yan Hui's side.

Yu Mo was about to pick up the sari on the ground, when he heard a sound of footsteps behind him, but this was not a good time to stay here.

Yu Mo stepped on the ground and turned directly onto the beam on the roof.

"Madam, can you see what the slave is doing right?" Lychee came in with an ice bowl, but saw that Yan Hui was already asleep.

"Why do you take it off like this? What if you accidentally catch a cold? Obviously, it is not the first time that Yan Hui has been like this.

Lychee wanted to take the thin quilt and cover it with Yanhui, but this action woke up the other party.

"Lychee, why are you here so slowly?" Yan Hui lazily turned his head to look at Lychee.

"Madam, the slave made the ice bowl you said, but I don't know which one you want, so I made more, and it's too late. Lychee said as she helped Yan Hui up and stuffed a soft pillow behind her back.

"Ma'am, would you like to sleep for a while, or will you use it now?" ”

"Use it now," Yan replied, "It's so hot, you can sleep there." "Even if she could sleep, the ice bowl should melt.

Yan Cong looked at the tray where four or five ice bowls were placed.

In addition to being drizzled with plum and osmanthus nectar, some ice bowls also have diced fruit pulp in them, which looks very appetizing.

Yan Hui picked out a bowl, and with just one bite, it made her feel that her whole person came to life.

The ice bowl brought by Lychee, except that the ice is not powdery enough, the rest is almost the same as the current shaved ice, and even faintly exceeded.

Yan Hui narrowed his eyes contentedly, he couldn't be happier to eat such a shaved ice in the hot summer.

Seeing Yan Hui "clicking" the ice cubes, the lychee on the side became more and more worried.

"Madam, although this ice is good, you must also estimate your body, if this woman catches a cold, she will suffer a big loss in the future. ”

"I know what you're worried about. Yan Hui took the cold plum in his mouth, and the plum that had been frozen was really cool and crisp.

"It's nothing more than worrying that I'm hurting the roots, and Yu Zi is in the way, but Lychee, don't forget, as long as I, Yan Hui, still live in this country's mansion, my country's duchess will never have an heir. ”