She could see the outline of the barracks in the distance, rubbing the horses under her seat with one hand. It seemed to read its master's emotions, clamped the horse's legs, and galloped forward.

The horses took pictures, and the dust was flying, and only the sand was left to disturb the human eye.

"Hey, this guy is in such a hurry?" Xia Ren tried to open his eyes, but the woman in red beside him was already nowhere to be found.

He shouted loudly, and slapped his hand on the horse under him, "Brothers, why don't you speed up too!" ”

The only sound in the air was the "stampede" left by the horse's hooves, interspersed with the occasional cough.

A horse slowed down, but the mood of the man on the horse was unusually nervous, and the thought that the person who was in his heart could see it the next moment was full of joy, but then full of worry.

She lifted the corners of her red coat, dismounted quickly, and straightened the folds of her coat, but the corners of her mouth were unconsciously hooked.

That person pays the most attention to her behavior, and whenever she puts on a big hat, he will always come from behind her, a pair of slender hands gently tighten her collar, so as not to expose her neck too much, as if he does not want people to snoop a little, and has regarded it as his own property.

In the end, as if he had obsessive-compulsive disorder, he would always smooth the big coat on his clothes with his own hands, and bring her full of sweetness.

Some seemingly casual actions contain his deepest friendship for her. He dressed her with his own hands, tied her hair, gritted his teeth because she was distressed, showed his teeth because she smiled, cleared the difficult road ahead for her, tried hard to hide everything bad for her, and only knew how to hide clumsily.

He never treated himself well in the slightest, gritted his teeth and persisted when he was injured, never relaxed his requirements, but gave her all the goodness.

is such a man who makes Jun Ziyue feel astringent in her eyes, astringent in her nose, and sour in her throat.

She held back her emotions, trying to ignore the overwhelming scenes in her mind, and walked forward with the reins in her hand.

"Ziyue, how are you ······?"

She raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes were red, and her small mouth was stubbornly pursed, hiding her emotions, "Zhao Da, please help me tie Xiaohong up." ”

"Oh, good, good!" When he saw her situation, he didn't know what was happening, but he was also at a loss for a while, and just took the reins in his hand.

"Are you alright?" He still asked in a whisper, although she was a woman, but the brotherhood of the earlier military camp could not be forgotten.

What should have been done in the past, and what is still the case now, but I can't hook my shoulders as before, but I still have some worries in my eyes.

"It's okay, where is the general now?" She didn't have time to care about him, she just wanted to see the person she had in mind.

He was in the tent in front of him, and he was in a very bad mood

Before he had finished his sentence, the man went forward, presumably not hearing or hearing.

"Zhao Da, is that person Ziyue?"

He nodded and sighed, "That's right! ”

"Presumably when she comes, the atmosphere in the army will at least become different!"

"Maybe! How long will this battle be fought? I want to have a good rest, too! ”

"Come on!"

The two of them looked up at the people in the barracks, as if they had lost their vitality and looked very tired. How long has it been since they came home and haven't had a good rest?

Sighing silently, the two patted each other on the shoulder, and then helped each other to patrol the back.

Jun Ziyue walked forward lightly, and when she reached the outside of the tent, there was only a curtain away, but she was nervous.

Her hands were twisted into the tips of her fingers, and her feet were as if they were filled with lead, so heavy that she couldn't move a step, and her heart was clogged.

She first wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her bare hands, and then as if touching the scene, the pearl broke the thread and went to the ground drop by drop. After a while, she sniffed her nose and tried to squeeze out a big smile.

She didn't know when she liked to cry. She has been in the barracks for a few years, and she has suffered everything, but she is sad for only one person, and the whole person is so uncomfortable, probably because she has planted a poison called worry.

A curtain in the corner of the curtain was lifted with a bare hand, and a face broke into her eyes as if it were nothing. From a distance, it is a haunting face, but it is a little more unfamiliar.

She whispered closer to him, but he didn't notice, focusing only on what was happening.

There was only the sparse sound of the pages turning in the air, the occasional swallowing, the tiny sobbing, but only the one who made the sound could hear it.

She approached step by step, and appeared silently, only to see his slender fingers casually turning the pages. The book is a little shabby, a little shabby, and it seems to have been read many times, which shows that the owner of the book is diligent and loves to learn.

There are few geniuses and precocious children, and most of them are head hangers, taper thorns, smell chickens, and practice in the dark.

The person in front of him, although he is precocious, is also hard-working, watching him become a general at a young age, you can think of his hardships and hardships.

Look at him now, his brows furrowed, and his eyes are firmly fixed on the book in his hand. A person who used to be so shrewd is now so irritable that he doesn't even notice that a person has come in.

Jun Ziyue walked towards him, his eyes were on some art of war, and he must have been annoyed by the loss of the array map.

"Brother Yu."

A sweet and greasy voice came from Nangong Yu's ears, like the rhombic pear flower sugar cake in February, just one bite, it is sweet to the heart, making people feel happy.

He raised his eyes to look at the source of the sound, and the corners of the woman's mouth were smiling, and only a pair of eyes were red, which made his heart twist.

"Are you crying?" He glanced at her eyes, but he also stood up, his hand gently caressing the redness and swelling, trying to heal her pain, and his tone softened.

She laughed, covered her mouth with one hand, and grabbed his hand with the other, and then explained: "The wind and sand on the road just now were too strong, and my eyes got into the sand." ”

The man seemed to be in disbelief, and his face was suspicious.

As soon as she finished speaking, her hand went to her eyes, wanting to rub them, "You blow it for me, I still feel a little itchy." ”

"Okay." He took her hand, moved her closer, bent over, and breathed softly into his eyes, with great seriousness.

She suddenly turned red in her eyes, why was this person in front of her so good to her, but so distressing?

His sword eyebrows were stretched at the moment, but there were wrinkles on his forehead, as if he had been depressed for a long time. A pair of smart eyes are bloodshot, the bohemian and uninhibited eyes that used to be revealed, and the occasional smile on the corner of the mouth are invisible.

He was only full of physical and mental exhaustion, and the shadow under his eyes was bruised, which showed that he had not had a good rest for a long time.

Can he be nicer to himself?

He was a little caught off guard, and the hand that touched her eyes was stained with damp heat, making him stunned for a while, just clumsily wiping it for her, and the words of apology came out of his mouth, "I'm sorry, I made you cry!" ”

She broke free of his hand, ignoring her tears, stood on tiptoe, covered the eyes of the man in front of her with both hands, and choked up with a little choking in her mouth, "Don't look at it, it's so ugly!" ”

When she dropped the golden beans, she didn't forget to blame the person in front of her, "It's all your fault, it makes me sad!" She sniffed, only to feel uncomfortable.

"I'll turn around, don't cry!" As soon as he finished speaking, he took her hand, closed his eyes, and turned away from looking at her.

But she laughed loudly, and the man's behavior was so strange!

After a while, she didn't change from when she came, but the tail of her eyes seemed to be stained with peach blossoms in March, red and bright, and it was directly appealing.

"Alright, I'm alright, you can look at me!"

He didn't answer her, but just walked closer to her, his hand went to the corner of her eye, carefully rubbing the red and swollen place, and then lightly touching the black mole next to her eye.

He looked up at the waterdrop silver hairpin on her head, and just chuckled, "Sure enough, it's a crybaby, just like when I was a child!" ”

She took his hand and went to the corner of her mouth, her eyes were crooked, like a bright moon, and the outside was covered with a layer of red mist, which looked even hazy, but people couldn't help but touch and approach her.

She took his hand to the light red mole at the corner of her mouth, and let out a "giggle" laugh in her mouth, and her tone was raised high, "I'm also a foodie, where's my sugar cake?" ”

"I'll give it to you when I get home!" While she was laughing, he took her into his arms with one hand, rested his head on her neck, and gave her half of the weight of his body, but he said no more, as if he were asleep.

"Well, wait until we go home together!" I'll make it for you to eat

······

The crisp sound of "jingle bell" sounded, and the drums beat in the distance.

"Woo woo · Woohoo... Woo..." The horn of victory finally sounded and spread throughout the border.

Legend has it that this year, the young general Nangong Yu won more with less, and this battle was fought extremely beautifully!

The southern kingdom returned from defeat and signed an agreement with the northern kingdom, claiming that it would never invade the border again. The northern kingdom once again sent the princess to marry, implying the eternal goodness of the marriage, and giving the title of Yongle.

This Yongle princess's biological mother is the long-dead Mu Guifei, although she is not favored, she is also a princess.

On the day when Princess Yongle got married, the young general also married the young lady Junziyue of the Junfu.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the couple who were in love, just because the fact of being close to each other was common, just to mourn for the princess, thinking that she could live longer.

But they didn't think about why the princess and her relatives always went and never returned, everything had nothing to do with them after all.

I saw Nangong Yu, who was dressed in a wedding dress, riding a jujube red horse under him, with a big red flower hanging in front of him, and a pair of welcoming relatives behind him.

The sedan chair creaked and swayed for a while before it came to a steady stop on the ground.

The gentleman's moon in the sedan chair is hidden under the red hijab, and he can't see anything clearly, only a large area of fiery red.

The voice of the mother-in-law sounded on the side, asking the groom to take the bride.

She was stunned for a while, and when she thought about everything clearly, she lifted the curtain with her hand and walked her head out.

After a while, only a muffled grunt was heard, and she hit him on the forehead. She didn't feel anything, but his forehead was red, and he touched it lightly with one hand, and then he snorted in pain again.

He was not polite, he had been in the army for a long time, and he didn't care about any red tape, and he took the woman who was standing stupidly in his arms with a quick step.

"Young master, this is not in accordance with the rules!"

He ignored it, went straight to the door of the mansion, and whispered to the person in his arms, "Yue'er, you are going to murder your husband!" ”

"Husband, husband." She cried out in a low voice.

After hearing this, he touched her waist and said with a smile: "Well, I love to hear you call me like that!" ”

A gust of wind blows slowly, rolling the pear blossoms in February.

Her red hijab was swept away by the wind, and the petals of the flowers scattered everywhere and fell to her hairline. She grabbed a flap in the air and sent it to his hairline. The mischievous little hand reached back and giggled, which made him smile too.

In February, the pear blossoms dyed white, and the two were never separated again.

The pear blossoms in the hands of the woman in red spread out, petals fluttering in the wind, and tears of joy flowed from the corners of her eyes.