"General, the messenger is here, do you want to let people in. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Fu Jing's guards came in and announced.

It's still afternoon, the sun is a little strong, and the painting smoke feels very unfair in his heart, the general's tent is still guarded, and his own one, the person enters casually, so he is the messenger, this difference, the painting smoke only swallows the unfairness in his heart, after all, he is not ambiguous when he orders his subordinates.

"General, please come in." The guard came out and said. But there was dissatisfaction in that expression, I'm afraid I heard about the morning.

The painting smoke raised his feet and went in, but the autumn water behind him was blocked. The guard stopped in front of Qiushui and said coldly: "The general only needs the messenger to go in alone." ”

Huayan saw the unwillingness in Qiushui's eyes, so he could only say with relief: "It's okay, you go back first, anyway, it's so close, it's okay for me to go in, don't worry." ”

Seeing that Qiushui was still a little unwilling, he hesitated, so he only ordered directly: "Go back, I want to go back and eat dessert, you go and do it, if I go back, you don't do a good job, wait to pack up your baggage." "It's a bit of a joke in the painting, but the expression is serious. This time, Qiushui no longer hesitated and immediately turned back. Painting cigarettes is happy in my heart, or it is better to order.

It's just that disgust flashed in the guard's eyes, and somehow, compared to Ke Junshi, although the military division is very cold, but he treats everyone equally, he doesn't like to order people, and he is very good to the soldiers.

In this way, Huayan stepped into Fu Jing's tent alone, and as soon as he entered, there was a fresh smell of tea, which filled the air, spreading out layer by layer. There are no extra furnishings in his room, the same is only the setting of a bed and a table, but there will be one more table, which looks like a desk, with a map on it, and Fu Jing is standing on the edge of the map.

It was rare that Fu Jing was still focusing on his map, and he didn't aim the iceberg face at Huayan, so that Huayan had a chance to take a good look at him.

Every time, he met this male protagonist in a hurry, and then he left in a hurry, and indeed he did not observe this person carefully. This is a person who has a delicate relationship with himself.

Because I look at the side, the first thing that catches my eye is the firm nose, and I have to say that the nose is perfect, as if the sculpture has been carved, and every minute is just right.

The eyes of the painter moved to the eyes, it is a pair of very beautiful eyes, I am afraid that the adjective that can be given is only beauty, it is beautiful in the shape, and even more beautiful in it has a perseverance, it is not easy to perceive things, it is easy for people to take the beauty it reveals as a part of the eye shape, but no, it is a thing that adds color, if not, so the beauty will become dim. Moreover, the shape of the eyes reveals a kind of coquettishness, but with more perseverance, it brings a sense of strength and masculinity.

And up, when the men of the ancients grew up, Fu Jing's hairstyle was a bit modern, like a woman tying up a bundle of hair, and then all draped behind her, very concise and capable, revealing a refreshing beauty. Painting smoke doesn't know that the man's long hair is combed with a hairstyle similar to that of a woman, but he can't see the woman's breath at all, but it is more and more atmospheric, and the sedan chair is the same as the heroine's regular hairstyle, which is also to modify the identity of the daughter, and the male protagonist's is a little uninhibited. Of course, the heroine looks very dignified, and that hairstyle is also suitable for her.

Painting Yan's gaze began to move down.,Touching the mouth.,This won't have time to refine a lot.,The male protagonist turned around.,His eyes suddenly met the gaze of the painting smoke.。 I couldn't help but be annoyed that the woman actually looked at his lips.

And when Huayan realized that Fu Jing turned around, due to inertia, he reacted a few seconds late, and when he raised his head, he saw the strangeness in the male protagonist's eyes, and a trace of imperceptible disgust.

"The messenger of words still has this hobby." Fu Jing made sarcastic remarks.

"Huh!" Huayan laughed dryly, hid his embarrassment, and said, "The general's life is good-looking, and it is natural that he can't help it." ”

"Good-looking?" Fu Jing asked rhetorically, he hadn't been said the word good-looking positively, he didn't feel the word, but now, he heard it, he felt that he hated these two words, this is a word only used by women. He hates people who use those two words to describe him even more.

Huayan looked at the person in front of her who was approaching step by step, as well as the anger in his eyes, she was a little weak and scared, and couldn't help but move backwards slowly, she wondered if Fu Jing would strangle her neck again. But where did I go wrong, and praised him!

Do you believe that flat ground can wrestle? In such a tense atmosphere, when there was no deliberate stone blocking the way behind the painting smoke, the painting smoke tripped over the right foot with his left foot when he stepped back, and began to fall backwards.

The most serious thing is not this, when changing positions, the body turned, the foot did not turn around, the painting smoke heard a "click", the ankle of one leg was fractured, it really hurt!

Painting smoke and gasping, feeling the cold air in her mouth, she pressed herself and didn't scream, or it was so painful that she couldn't scream, she turned over and picked up her leg at the first time and shook it for a while, it was so painful that she couldn't help it, trying to relieve a little pain. The nerves in the whole body have been occupied by this bone pain. The pain reminded her for a moment of modern times.

Fu Jing was still surprised, he forgot to react when he saw that he was about to fall, his brain was occupied by the word good-looking, he didn't expect the person in front of him to fall, and he didn't expect a fall to cause a fracture.

He forgot about the mess, leaned down and unwound his clothes with his hands, and examined them, causing another gasp of smoke from the painting.

"It's a broken bone." Fu Jing came to a conclusion.

What kind of pain is in the heart of the painting smoke, she knows that she has a fracture, what she should do now is to find a doctor, find a doctor, not to see how seriously she is injured!

But the painting smoke hurt so much that he couldn't speak. Sure enough, it was the female owner who was pulled by the male owner to avoid falling to the ground.,The smart male owner is the female owner.,Now she wants a doctor!!

Then when the painting smoke was still in pain, when the painting smoke did not realize it, Fu Jing suddenly grabbed the painting smoke's feet, twisted his hand, and a piercing pain rushed into the painting smoke's brain, and because it came too suddenly, the painting smoke screamed "ah ......" The sound penetrated the tent, which seemed a little sharp, which made everyone's curiosity rise suddenly, but the good military habits made them suppress their doubts.

Fu Jing got these things and stood up, and shouted to the outside: "Zuo Li, go and ask the military doctor to come." ”

And left the painting smoke on the ground holding his feet, howling silently!

The action was really ugly, Fu Jing thought to herself, but she didn't feel much disgusted, after all, she was surprised that she hadn't moaned.

It wasn't until after a while, when the pain was a little better, that she regained her voice, and she understood that he was straightening her bones, and there was nothing to say, but wasn't the culprit him, he just let her stay on the ground, and she still felt the pain all the time. Although she did not alike the pain, and had felt it many times before, she did not want to stay on the ground, but could she expect him to help her, or hold her? A voice in her heart told her: Dream!

After a few moments of convulsions on the ground, she felt a little better, so she struggled to stand up with her good feet and hands before anyone came in to see her embarrassed appearance.

On one side is the male protagonist sitting at the table, continuing to look at his map, and on the other side is the bed. The painting moved decisively to the position of the bed.

Fu Jing was originally looking at the map, but when the woman moved, she accidentally attracted his attention, of course he wouldn't turn around and look at her, he was a little curious about her behavior, it was not the same as the people in the army, if anyone in the army was injured, there was a big cry of mourning, and then a burst of scolding, at least most people would be like this, of course, it is impossible for him to be injured There is no action language, this injury is naturally far from the battlefield, so it is normal not to spill.

But aren't women very weak, like Ling'er. As soon as he thought of Ling'er, he felt angry, obviously the face that was still smiling before was lifeless, and this was caused by the person in front of him.

What are you doing, what are you thinking?

Fu Jing began to fall into a kind of entanglement between hatred and reality.