Meng Wenya just drank wine and stopped talking. "More than a confidant." She muttered silently.

After three rounds of drinking, Si Baihong fell asleep in a daze, his cheeks were full of redness. Leaning sideways, snoring.

Meng Wenya looked at him like that and thought in her heart. "It's not good, I really got Xianggong drunk." She wiped Si Baihong's forehead, it was very hot.

"It's not a bad thing." Meng Wenya dragged Si Baihong's body, sorted out his unkempt hair, and then put it on the bed again.

One by one, she took off her bulky clothes and set them aside. Then he shook the silk quilt and gently covered Si Baihong's body.

"Xianggong, sleep well!" She said silently in her heart, and was just about to blow out the candle when she found a yellowed letter falling out from underneath.

"What was written?" Meng Wenya looked at it for a long time, and couldn't help but be curious. "Xianggong, he's already asleep, he won't really find out."

She opened the letter and read it quietly by the light of the moon. "Son, be sure to treat your daughter-in-law well, Dad still counts on you."

Meng Wenya looked at the handwriting, it was General Si Lao's. I thought to myself. "This bad man is disobedient and makes me cold and bitter."

Then he looked down. "The new daughter-in-law is a gentle and gentle person, don't hurt the hearts of others, you must care for her a lot, and take care of her at all times."

She read it several times in a row, and carefully put the letter in its original place. "That's it, let's go quickly, go back and rest."

Si Baihong was lying on the bed, in a haze, watching something move. "What's going on?" It's just that he was confused, his eyes were closed, and he fell asleep involuntarily.

When he woke up the next morning, Si Baihong checked his surroundings. "Everything is the same as before." He also dispelled his doubts and continued to train the soldiers.

Meng Wenya is still doing her own thing, although those people are still gossiping behind her back, but she is still unmoved by them.

"With a sincere heart, someone will understand me." Meng Wenya washed the tent again and kept wiping the stains on it.

Si Baihong walked towards the mountain with the soldiers on foot. They trotted all the way, shouting trumpets. "When you get to the top of Eagle Mountain, go down again."

Looking at the diligent appearance of those soldiers, Si Baihong stepped up his urging. "Brethren, follow the cliff to the brook below."

Although the cliff was very steep and rough, they also clung to the rattan and struggled to go down. His body was ground and covered with scars and blood blisters.

Si Baihong took the lead and climbed over two cliffs in a row. Those who were stuck in the cracks in the stone were also pulled by him and brought down by the rattan.

"I'm so tired, but I'm glad I had last night's chicken soup." It took a long time for Si Baihong to lead the team back. Meng Wenya was holding a broom, sweeping the dust on the side.

Si Baihong saw that her body was covered with dust. "You don't have to do this, you're tired of yourself, and there's no need for that."

So saying, he walked over, stretched out his hand, and helped her kindly. Meng Wenya felt a strong throbbing in her heart, and her palms were sweaty and trembling.

"Xianggong took the initiative to touch me." She tried her best to suppress her excitement and set the broom aside. "Adult, little one goes back and cooks."

Si Baihong looked at the meaningful eyes of those soldiers and shouted loudly. "What's there to see? Don't hurry up and respond to rest. ”

He walked into the tent alone, and on the wooden table, there was a plate of pigeon meat. There is also a large bowl with fragrant egg fried rice.

Meng Wenya smiled embarrassedly. "My lord, the pigeon meat was shot with arrows by the small ones, and the eggs were bought from the villagers."

Si Baihong sat down and didn't move his chopsticks. "You little thing, it's very interesting, it's hard to spend that little money, don't spend it indiscriminately."

Then he kneaded his hands, squeezed out a few blisters, and frowned. "This time I went to the mountains to practice, but I couldn't torture me."

Meng Wenya looked at Si Baihong like that, and her heart hurt very much. "Major General, eat quickly!" Si Baihong stretched out his chopsticks and gulped down the rice.

The relationship between the two is now a little awkward. Si Baihong only felt that this person's enthusiasm was unacceptable, and Meng Wenya, who loved her in her heart, couldn't say it.

After a while, Si Baihong finished his dinner and burped. "It's really hard for you, don't meddle outside the tent in the future."

Meng Wenya lowered her eyebrows and whispered. "The little one understands, in the future, he will be in this tent, and he will never go out casually, let alone trouble others."

Si Baihong raised his eyebrows, stretched out his fingers, and flicked Meng Wenya's forehead. "You little thing, you can understand everything, just don't be smart."

At this time, he felt a pain in his ankle below. Barely standing, he slipped to the side and knocked over the wooden case.

"Your Excellency." Meng Wenya quickly ran forward and held his shoulder. "I'm fine, but my foot is twisted, and it's not in the way."

Meng Wenya looked at Si Baihong's expression and knew that he was enduring pain. "Adult, the little one will bring a basin of hot water and wait for the adults to wash their feet."

"You don't have to!" Si Baihong said very embarrassedly, but the pain of those feet seemed to be biting by countless ants, which was very inconvenient.

"Just this one." Meng Wenya walked out and smiled in her heart. "I'm too concerned, but there's no way, who made him my father-in-law?"

As soon as I walked to the well, behind the fence, a messenger came. "This letter is for your major general, help me send it." Stuffed into Meng Wenya's arms.

"It's another letter, again from home." Meng Wenya clenched the two horns with both hands, and was so curious in her heart that she finally endured it.

"Major General, this is the letter." She handed the letter to Si Baihong. "Major General, please wash your feet." Si Baihong took off his shoes and soaked his feet in the basin.

Meng Wenya punctured several blisters in a row, and then massaged Si Baihong's feet. "Enough, next time I'll come by myself, you can go back!"

Si Baihong felt that his feet were very comfortable, but he was too embarrassed. Meng Wenya went out with water, packed up everything, and returned to the camp tent to rest.

Si Baihong looked at the letter, which was still stamped with Meng Lao's seal. "Major General, if there is anything wrong with the little girl, you are welcome, you can train at will."

He pondered for a long time, then leaned back with his head out. "It's just that I don't know what's wrong, who asked me to leave her alone in the city."

This is too much for Meng Wenya, if you think about it carefully. "There's no way to do it, it's fateful and unforgiving, it's really unbearable."

Si Baihong threw the letter on the table and didn't continue to read it. Rubbing his body, he lay down on the bed and fell asleep. A gust of wind blew, and the letter floated out of the tent.

The wind was blowing the letter and was blowing on Meng Wenya's face. "Oh?" She had already fallen asleep, rubbing her hazy sleepy eyes and staring at the letter.

With trembling hands, she finished reading the letter. "It turned out to be a letter from home." Thinking of this, she folded the letter and placed it on the wooden case.

Looking at Si Baihong sleeping happily, Meng Wenya turned around and walked away. "It's a good husband, the slave family is too worried." When I returned to the camp, I not only burst into tears.

Early the next morning, Si Baihong woke up and rubbed his eyes. "I was exhausted yesterday, but thanks to that little soldier, he pricked the blisters out for me."

The warm light shone on him. "What do you want to do so much?" He hurriedly put on his armor, rode his horse, and looked at the school grounds.

The soldiers were dressed in light leather armor and held knives in their hands. "Turn back!" He gave the order majestically, forgetting the fatigue of the previous one.

Meng Wenya woke up after a long time. "I'm getting up a little late, and I'm going to delay it." She hastily put on her shirt and carried a bucket on her back.

Thinking back to what had happened last night, she became optimistic. "Xianggong is just very busy, and when the military affairs subside, he will care about me."

Meng Wenya slowly pulled the bucket, grunted, and the bucket was full. "That's enough, right?" She picked up the bucket and walked back.

On the way, several soldiers walked over and stopped her. said arrogantly. "You're such an interesting person, let's get you some work today."

Before Meng Wenya could react, they used their arms hard, and with a thud, she fell to the ground. The bucket also fell apart with a bang.

The soldiers were just about to leave with a smile, when suddenly, Si Baihong appeared. "You things, I'm afraid that if you want to die, you will be punished with a hundred military sticks."

They didn't expect that their evil deeds would be discovered so quickly. They knelt down one after another, kowtowing heavily, their faces pale with fright.

"Nope." Si Baihong shouted majestically. "Since you dare to do such a thing, then you will naturally have to pay the price you deserve."

Meng Wenya looked at them, rubbing her back and pleading. "General, you don't have to be so powerful, just educate them."

However, even so, Si Baihong did not back down in the slightest. "Pull them away." Several guards came and tied them tightly with rattans.

Si Baihong looked at Meng Wenya and said kindly. "When you're out alone, you don't have to put up with it too much, what's more, you're doing things for me."

He patted Meng Wenya's shoulder again. "So, let them know in the future that if you insult you, you will insult me, absolutely not."

Meng Wenya sat on the school field on the side, looking at those people, who were beaten with military sticks and were dripping with blood. "Let them bask here."

The soldiers, groaning in their mouths, fainted to death. They licked their shriveled lips and cracked gaps, and there was not a shred of water.

The other soldiers pointed their fingers. Meng Wenya looked at their miserable appearance, felt pity, took the water bowl, and walked over.

"Drink!" She brought water to the soldiers. Si Baihong saw it from a distance and sighed in his heart. "What a kind man."

At noon, outside the tent door, another man asked to see him. "I am Liu Da, the family member of the General's Mansion, and I have come to bring gifts and letters to the Major General."

Si Baihong looked at the man and said excitedly. "It's you." This family member got along well with Si Baihong when he was a child, so he opened the door.

Behind came a carriage with heavy stuff in it. "Major General, the old general specially froze the fruit with ice cubes and asked me to bring it over."

Meng Wenya also walked over and helped carry things down. "Send them all there, and, tonight, you will also drink with me."

When she heard Si Baihong's words, she was excited. "It seems that Xianggong has really accepted me, and now, it's just a matter of finally finding out my identity."

As the sun set, Si Baihong finished the day's training and ordered the soldiers to return to the camp. "Tonight, have a good drink, and tomorrow will be a day off."

Meng Wenya was on the side, holding a sharp knife, slaughtering a goat. "Wash it a few times, get rid of the smell, and we'll eat hot pot tonight."

She looked at the shadow of Si Baihong and Liu Da hooking their shoulders and smiled. "At the wedding, he still served the table, and when he recognized me, he had a lot of fun."

Thinking of this, she peeled off the skin of the goat and carefully picked at the meat marks on it. After a while, cut the lamb into several large plates.

Liu Da sat cross-legged in the military tent, looked at Si Baihong, and said respectfully. "Without a major general, where is the tranquility of the border stoppers?"

Listening to his compliments, Si Baihong smiled politely and politely. "Where, it's just that my father's glory will never allow me to live up to it."

The two were talking, and Meng Wenya walked over with slices of meat in both hands. "Major General, please use it slowly." Put the table away and go out quietly.