An Ning shuddered and almost threw away the meat. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

A man stood up from the darkness, tall and walked to the light of the candle, and it turned out to be General Bu.

This person has been staying in her tent all the time.

She shuddered at the thought that all of them were from Beijung, and immediately lowered her hand to hold her wrist - fortunately, her personal dagger was still there.

There was a bonfire burning outside, and people were dancing around the bonfire, roasting mutton, and the atmosphere was very lively, with the smell of roasted meat and burnt wood, and the sound of people singing and talking, which was very noisy.

Where did Qingyan and Liu Niang go? Where are they, Joe Four, Joe Five?

Will Yang Zheming leave her here alone?

General Bu walked to the table, picked up the wooden cup containing goat's milk, and said in a jerky Daliang official dialect: "Drink milk first, it is good for your stomach." ”

An Ning was almost stunned, and involuntarily took the cup and took a sip, with white milk foam on her pink lips.

General Bu found that An Ning was a little nervous, and his expression became softer, as if he was looking at a small animal that had fallen into a trap, and raised his hand to rub her head, An Ning immediately instinctively took a step back, raised his head and looked at his hand, very guarded.

General Bu looked at An Ning's eyes, she had a pair of very clear eyes, and she could see the vigilance and panic that could not be concealed, he smiled and retracted his hand: "Let's come out to play later." ”

Liu Niang, who was dressed in men's clothes, suddenly opened the curtain and rushed in, with a low voice: "General Bu, you will scare our little son." ”

Several soldiers outside also walked in, saying a few words in Beijung, as if they wanted to stop her, but Qingyan was stopped at the outermost, with an anxious expression, as if they were about to start fighting.

Seeing the familiar face, An Ning breathed a sigh of relief, and saw Yang Zheming standing not far from the tent from a distance, he was wearing a black windbreaker, standing in the dark, and the third prince was holding his shoulder, drunkenly shouting: "Abu, Abu, come out and play......"

General Bu glanced at Liu Niang, there was anger in his eyes, and An Ning had a feeling that he seemed to be going to draw a knife and cut Liu Niang in the next second.

She hurriedly said, "I'll go out later." ”

Her voice is very crisp and beautiful, and in the rough voice of a group of men, it is very amazing.

General Bu looked at her, was very pleased with her reaction, gave a few words to the soldiers in Beijung, turned around and walked out of the tent, and several soldiers hurriedly followed.

Liu Niang hurriedly rushed to An Ning's side, and said anxiously in a low voice: "Little boy, are you okay, we were all stopped outside just now......" An Ning shook her head, her legs and feet were a little weak, but she was thinking very quickly in her heart - why would a Beirong general be interested in her.

"Dress me." An Ning commanded. She stretched out her hand, picked up the cup of goat's milk, and drank it clean. She couldn't get distracted right now, she was surrounded by enemies that needed her full attention.

An Ning walked out of the tent, and in the distance at the campfire, Zhuji and Kyaukyue were dancing in gorgeous dresses, and almost all the soldiers were attracted by them, revealing greedy eyes.

General Bu sat with the third prince and Yang Zheming, General Bu saw An Ning and beckoned to her, and the soldiers looked at An Ning.

With the enemy on all sides, it was impossible for An Ning not to give General Bu face at this time, she clenched her fists and walked towards General Bu and them.

When he arrived at them, General Bu just wanted to reach out to pull her, Yang Zheming suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled An Ning in front of him, he raised his hand and wiped the traces on his lips for An Ning, with a gentle expression: "Why don't you wipe your mouth after eating, so sloppy." ”

Yang Zheming's fingers were very cold, and he grabbed her wrist so hard that he almost broke her bones.

An Ning endured the pain - Yang Zheming was worried.

In this case, even if she was unheard, she could understand his worries a little—he was worried that General Bu would think badly of her.

After all, anything can happen to a wild and non-religious people like Beirong, and playing with young and beautiful little boys may also be a peculiar hobby of General Bu.

This is not uncommon in the powerful family of Daliang, but it is covered up a little deeper.

Yang Zheming wiped An Ning's mouth clean, and wrapped her into his arms, as if he was holding his younger brother, declaring his ownership: "My brother has worried the general." ”

This sentence was a bit literary, General Bu didn't understand, so the third prince helped translate it, his already drunk tongue was big, and patted Yang Zheming on the shoulder: "Ah Zheming, your younger brother is so good-looking, Abu also had a younger brother before, just like him, very beautiful." ”

He chattered, and his voice was very loud: "It's a pity, I'm sick and dead, and Abu is very sad now." ”

The people of Beirong seemed to have no scruples about such a thing, and General Bu was not annoyed when his scars were revealed, but instead raised his head and drank a large sip of wine, and beat his chest three times.

In the custom of Beijung, beating the chest three times is an expression of emotion, indicating that the fear and pain in the heart will be broken, as if it will become stronger.

An Ning felt that Yang Zheming seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and her body relaxed a little, and she also relaxed.

Fortunately, she has not yet become a tool for being coveted and vented.

General Bu poured a bowl of wine and handed it to An Ning: "Don't say anything sad, drink!" ”

An Ning hesitated - only Yang Zheming could block the wine for her, but his body was ...... She gritted her teeth, took the bowl, closed her eyes, and threw her head up to drink.

Yang Zheming couldn't stop it, he didn't expect An Ning to drink so quickly and so quickly, he didn't even have time to ask Zhuji to come over to help.

General Bu also seemed to be frightened by An Ning's cheerfulness and laughed.

The wine was very bitter and very cold, and it was very strong after entering the throat, and the amount of alcohol in An Ning has never been good, so I was choked immediately, and my whole face turned crimson with a cough.

Yang Zheming patted her on the back, helpless and funny, and scolded in a low voice: "How can you drink indiscriminately." An Ning grabbed Yang Zheming's collar, leaned his forehead on his chest, coughed and lowered his voice and said viciously: "You are all responsible." ”

Yang Zheming was helpless and casually admitted: "I hurt it." ”

An Ning wrapped her arms around his neck and suddenly whispered in his ear, "Shall we kill him?" Yang Zheming's body stiffened.

He suddenly realized that Anning's revenge was more profound than he had imagined.

Even in such a happy atmosphere, she still remembers her mission and holds an irreversible hatred for Beijung.

A trace of worry flashed in Yang Zheming's eyes, wrapped his arms around her waist, and leaned back into her ear and said, "Wait, now is not a good time." ”

This situation fell into the eyes of others, and it was just a younger brother coquettish to his brother. An Ning let go of her hand and seemed to sigh with pity.