In the border city of northern Xinjiang, Yan Wushuang woke up, the sky was already bright, and his head was a little dizzy.

Last night, Zhan Ge took her to participate in the bonfire festival here, dancing and eating until the bright moon hung high, it has not been like this for a long time, and her body is really a little unbearable.

After washing, his face was still a little pale and weak.

"Where's Argo? Where did it go? ”

"Madam, the general went to inspect the border defense of northern Xinjiang, and it is estimated that it will be noon when he comes back, and when he leaves, he told the slave and maid not to wake you up, so the slave and maid have been guarding outside."

The breakfast was served, all of which were light flavors, in order to cater to Yan Wushuang's appetite.

"Did Ago say when we would go back? Is this the barbarian thing? "The white porridge side dish, although it looks a little bland, but it tastes unique.

Shuangshuang shook his head obediently, and cleaned up the bed with his hands and feet: "Madam, the general has not said these things, but when the general comes back, Madame can ask the general."

"I see."

After breakfast and a short rest, Yan Wushuang's complexion looked much better, and he also had a little blood, like a layer of extremely beautiful rouge.

"Madam, these are all sent by the general, they are all specialties of northern Xinjiang, and there are very few in the capital, if you like it, he can order you to prepare more."

"Is there anything suitable to stay, and when the time comes, take it to the capital, let's go out for a walk, I feel a little dizzy."

Yan Wushuang glanced at the list, which was basically some prestigious local things, but there was very little food, and there was not much interest.

The border city is naturally not as prosperous and rich as the capital, but it also has the smell of fireworks, the sound of selling is endless, and there are many children shuttling in the crowd, and the little faces are happy smiles.

Shortbread, chaos, fritters, buns, cookcakes...... The aroma of the food is mouth-watering.

An old couple passing by was making wontons, and their happy feeling made Yan Wushuang very envious.

"I'm a little hungry, let's sit here and eat a ravioli."

Yan Wushuang didn't want to move when he walked, this is a stall on the side of the street, the tables and chairs look a little old, Shuangshuang looked at Yan Wushuang with some embarrassment, it doesn't seem to be suitable here according to the identity of the lady.

"It's okay, we're just a guest, and not many people know me here, so what are we afraid of?" Yan Wushuang persuaded, and Shuangshuang finally agreed, and after wiping the table and chairs, he let Yan Wushuang sit down.

Although the old woman was dressed simply, she was very clean, her hair was tied in her lady's bun, and her smile was loving: "Girl, what do you want to eat?" The old woman has been here for many years, and she has never seen someone as iconic as her daughter. ”

"Mother-in-law praised, I have never seen such a loving person as mother-in-law, mother-in-law, come to two bowls of wontons, I just came here and found that there are a lot of people, I think your wontons are very delicious."

Hearing this, Yan Wushuang smiled like a flower, wearing a silver-white long dress, which was clean and clean, obviously looking very incompatible with here, but she sat here and felt that it seemed to be like this.

rarely talked to the old man, and the smile on Yan Wushuang's face never stopped, with a well-behaved attitude.

"Okay, girl, wait a minute, you'll be here soon." The old woman smiled very happily, and her steps were much faster.

Shuangshuang was vigilant and watched the movements around her, even if Mowen Mowu was following behind, she couldn't rest assured.

Yan Wushuang stretched out his hand and pressed Shuangshuang's arm, smiling a little helplessly: "Don't worry, it's okay, it's not often that there are no idle people here, the people are simple, it's not easy to come out and take a turn, don't be so nervous."

"Yes, ma'am. When I was in the capital, I didn't see you like this, but I was a little surprised. "Yan Wushuang's father was an imperial chef back then, and even now Yan Wushuang's cooking skills are also excellent.

It stands to reason that such a person is very picky about eating, but she didn't expect that Yan Wushuang, a snack on the street, also likes to eat.

Shaking her head slightly, Yan Wushuang looked at the old woman who was wiping her husband's sweat in front of the pot, and her smile became gentler: "It also depends on when, it is so warm, the wontons must be delicious."

Zhan Ge handed over his horse to the guards, and he walked down the street with the ink merchant, wanting to see if there was anything he liked that he could bring back to please the beaut.

"General, look over there, isn't it Madame?" Mo Shang was very vigilant, but when he saw an incredible scene, he was still a little surprised.

"Huh?" Zhan Ge immediately turned his head to look over, his steps were slightly hesitant, and he smiled helplessly for a moment: "It's Wushuang."

Just when the wontons came up, Yan Wushuang sniffed the aroma of rice, and his smile became brighter and brighter: "Thank you, mother-in-law, it's delicious."

"Girl, taste it, if it's delicious, my mother-in-law will make it for you." The old woman was flattered by Yan Wushuang's well-behaved smile, and she became more and more loving.

Just as he was about to get the spoon, a person sat next to him, Yan Wu's brows furrowed slightly, and he quickly expanded: "Ah Go, you came back so soon, I thought you would be able to come back at night."

"Binjiang, Vice General Liu did a good job, and I didn't have anything to guide, so I came back relatively quickly, I was thinking of going around the street and seeing something you liked to bring back, but I didn't expect to see you."

Glancing at the wontons in front of Yan Wushuang, Zhan Ge raised his eyebrows slightly: "Like to eat this?"

I also made wontons in the kitchen when I was in the palace before, but Yan Wushuang didn't like it very much, so he never served it again.

"I just saw that the old woman and the old man get along very harmoniously, so I thought I would come and try it and see if this kind of wonton is delicious. If you want to try it, I'll call you a bowl. ”

Raising the spoon in his hand, Yan Wushuang didn't mind the fact that Zhan Ge was too close to him.

Zhan Ge nodded: "Yes, then I'll have a bowl too."

Xu was because the momentum of Zhan Ge was too strong, and the old man didn't come over as cordially as he did just now, but he still smiled and loved Yan Wushuang.

"Ah Go, this barbarian matter, is this the end of it? The Khan's attitude that day was very vague, even though he admitted that he had a part to do with the incident back then, but did not give a detailed explanation of the incident. ”

This is also what Yan Wushuang has always wondered, if it was really so simple, he would not have sent Zhan Ge here.

Glancing at Yan Wushuang, Zhan Ge's smile became more and more spoiled: "I know that I can't hide it from you, the matter is naturally not so simple and it will end, the Khan has also been thinking about it for the past two days, and the difference now is to see who can calm down."

"I see, I'll just say that the matter is over, we still have to stay on the frontier for so long, and there is such a relationship in between."

When a bowl of wontons was used up, Yan Wushuang put the bowl down, and Shuangshuang handed over a handkerchief for Yan Wushuang to wipe his hands, while Zhan Ge stood up with Yan Wushuang in his arms, and when the old woman looked over, there was a piece of silver on the table that was particularly shining.

Here in the border city, there are very few rich people, as long as some of the wealthy people in their hands have tried their best to move out of the border city, at that time, the border city is being attacked by barbarians and Huns, and it is naturally important to flee for their lives.

However, after the two wars, the border city was calmed down again, and the people here began to enjoy the hard-won stability.

When the sun set, Yan Wushuang and Zhan Ge returned to the City Lord's Mansion.

"The noble ladies of the capital will be in addition to the capital, other places are compared to the countryside, in fact, I think, the capital really has a good spirit, but it also has its unique characteristics, has been staying in one place, easy to be blind."

In the memory of "Yan Wushuang", she rarely went to those banquets, not only because she was not a veritable royal lady, but also because of her inner inferiority complex and lack of care from her relatives, which also greatly affected Yan Wushuang's growth.

But what some noble ladies have said, "Yan Wushuang" remembers it very clearly.

Looking at the stunned look on Yan Wu's face, Zhan Ge raised his hand and rubbed her long hair: "Those women's words, you don't have to take them seriously, but they are relying on their families, so they think that this time they can sit back and relax, and when they get married in the future, they will know what is sad and what is bitter."

"I naturally don't have to worry about it, but you still remember when Qing Dai just returned to Beijing, although he was the daughter of the King of Hejian and enjoyed the honorific title of the county lord, but those women isolated her intentionally or unintentionally, fortunately Qing Dai was romantic by nature and didn't care about this."

If she is really an emotionally sensitive girl, she may really be affected by this environment, where the common barrier between circles is difficult to break.

This is also the reason that many times, after officials outside the capital return to Beijing to die, they are ostracized by others, but if you are strong, you will naturally not.

I didn't see the second banquet, those nobles were very attentive to Qing Dai, this must be what their family said in it, so they acted like this.

The two chatted all the way, laughter and laughter sprinkled all the way, Zhan Ge doted and indulged, and laughed happily.

On the second day, Zhan Ge had just gotten up, and the weather was still cloudy, and it was the coldest time in the morning.

The ink merchant hurriedly came in and bowed: "General, the barbarian khan has sent someone."

"Who did you send here so early?" Zhan Ge was slightly surprised, but he was still dressed unhurriedly, he and Yan Wushuang were in the same bedroom, but every time they washed and cleaned up, they would go next door to prevent Yan Wushuang from waking up.

"It's the second prince Ulihan."

"Second prince, this second prince is also a character, he can be selected from many brothers, you let them wait in front for a while, I will go out after packing up."

"Yes." After Mo Shang left, Zhan Ge thought about it, Wu Lihan, in the language of the barbarians, is the meaning of Xu, although it is said that this name was given to him by his Eminem, but it must be with the consent of the Khan, this second prince, has some meaning.