The abnormal movement of Ling Kun's body successfully woke up Zhao Mingyue, she suddenly raised her head, and just happened to see the ambiguous sleeping position between her and Ling Kun.

Obviously prepared to wait for Ling Kun to sleep well before leaving, who knew that he would fall asleep, and sleep so ugly, if this was going to be spread, he would not be ashamed to die?

She gently supported Ling Kun's head and put it on the pillow, freed up her soreness thighs, and quickly ran back to the hut where she and Shi Jian lived. Seeing that the sword was still sleeping soundly on the floor, she patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief, and then lay back on the bed to pretend to sleep.

This damn Ling Kun, dare to take advantage of me, if it weren't for the high hopes for you, this girl would have killed you with a sword.

It was dawn and people were getting up. Zhao Mingyue was the last to get up, pretending to be casual, but Ling Kun could still see that her eyes were flickering, and there was a faint murderous aura in her eyes.

After saying goodbye to the villagers, the three continued on their way. Along the way, Ling Kun and Zhao Mingyue had their own thoughts, and neither of them spoke much.

In the evening, they arrived in Zhuozhou. If it were today, it would be the southern gate of Beijing, but 1,000 years ago, it was separated from Youzhou by countless mountains.

Before dinner, Zhao Mingyue asked the sword to bring her whip.

"Master, what do you want the whip for?" Squire Jian asked, puzzled.

"Damn Zhao Gouqu eats a lot, I'll add some food to him." Zhao Mingyue said fiercely.

"Huh? Didn't you stop fighting? Squire Jian couldn't help asking.

"I want to fight again, can't I?" Zhao Mingyue said sharply.

"Yes, yes, slaves deserve to die." The sword was so frightened that she was about to kneel down, but Zhao Mingyue glared at her fiercely, and she barely stood up straight and ran to get the whip.

Ling Kun was terrified all the way, knowing that this master would not give up, and if he could get a whip, it would be cheaper for him. Therefore, he had no objection, squatted on the ground and held his head, ready to be beaten.

Sure enough, in an instant, the whip crackled. Ling Kun could clearly feel that this was the heaviest fight in so many days, and he was about to catch up with the demon path of Mount Tai Baiyun Temple.

After hitting dozens of times in one breath, Zhao Mingyue finally spit out the turbidity that was stuck in her heart, and her mood was much happier. Throwing away the whip in his hand, he said to Shi Jian and Ling Kun, "Let's eat." ”

Ling Kun was whipped, and although his body was in pain, he put down a big stone in his heart, knowing that this page had been turned over.

Thinking of the refreshing fragrance and the intoxicating softness of the morning, he couldn't help but think that if he could sleep with Zhao Mingyue in his arms every day, he would rather be whipped every day.

After relaxing, he sat opposite Zhao Mingyue and started eating, but he glanced at her tall and pretty chest intentionally or unintentionally.

Zhao Mingyue happened to be peeking at him, and the two of them just collided in the air, and then moved away at the same time. In order to hide her embarrassment, Zhao Mingyue asked, "What do you think about the Khitan people's attack on the grass valley yesterday?" ”

"Uh, what do you think." Ling Kun thought for a moment, and then said: "I think the Khitan people are brutal and ferocious, and regard the lives of the Han people as grass mustard, and the Han people in the sixteen states of Youyun are in danger under the rule of the Liao State. ”

Zhao Mingyue Huo Di raised her head again, looked at Ling Kun, her eyes were blazing, she no longer dodged, she said almost excitedly: "Wang Shi Beiding Central Plains Day, there will definitely be such a day, do you have confidence?" ”

"Me?" Ling Kun was taken aback, and hurriedly said, "I'm a civilian, and I'm not a general with heavy troops, so what can I do if I have confidence?" ”

"General, maybe you'll be soon." Zhao Mingyue smiled unfathomably.

"Haha, how is it possible, how can it be so easy to be a general?"

"What if you really become a general?" Zhao Mingyue asked.

"Hypothetical?" Ling Kun smiled secretly in his heart, assuming that this kind of inconsequential thing was best said, so he put down his chopsticks, rolled up his sleeves and said: "I want to be a general, and I will definitely lead the troops to liberate Youyun and save the people from fire and water." ”

"Liberation?" Zhao Mingyue praised: "Your words and sentences are always so appropriate, and the word liberation is used too well." Alright, let's eat. ”

Shi Jian first saw Zhao Mingyue beating Ling Kun angrily, and then frowned at the dinner table, she didn't know what happened last night, she only felt the strangeness of today, and her heart was full of doubts.

Set off again the next day, and finally arrived at the destination Youzhou City.

Now Beijing is China's cultural, economic, political center, is an international metropolis, and 1000 years ago Youzhou seems desolate and deserted, although it is the Liao State Nanjing, but far less developed than Qizhou.

Despite this, Ling Kun still felt that Youzhou was very kind, because this was her hometown after a thousand years, and it was the place where he grew up, although it looked different, it was definitely this piece of land.

Zhao Mingyue chartered the courtyard of the most luxurious inn in Youzhou, and the three of them washed and changed their clothes, and then sat in the courtyard and asked for a table of wine and food to wash their dust.

The summer night in Youzhou is cool and comfortable, and the evening breeze is still there. Ling Kun thought of the heat of Beijing, which could hardly survive in a place without air conditioning in summer, and it seemed that this climate was surprising, and it was created by later generations.

Early the next morning, Zhao Mingyue called Ling Kun to go out and take a look at the living conditions of the people in Youzhou. In order not to be eye-catching, the three of them changed into ordinary cloth clothes, and Zhao Mingyue and Shi Jian still dressed as men.

Youzhou during the day is a lot more lively, but the order on the street is very chaotic, the Khitans are riding horses and rampage, and the Han people are moving forward silently with their heads down, and their status and situation are known at a glance.

Zhao Mingyue sighed and said let's find a place to have some breakfast.

Ling Kun nodded, and suddenly shouted: "Bean juice, there is actually bean juice." ”

"What's bean juice?" Zhao Mingyue asked.

"Early, very tasty stuff." Ling Kun licked his lips and said, drinking bean juice is the pride of old Beijingers, who dares to say that they don't like to drink bean juice, it means that you are not a Beijinger with good roots. So Ling Kun has been good at this since he was a child, but he really didn't expect that there would be bean juice during the Song Liao period.

Zhao Mingyue followed his gaze and looked ahead, and saw a long table in the open air in an open space in front of him, several people gathered around the table to suck the soup in the bowl, and there were some pastries in the middle of the table.

"Let's go, go and have a taste?" Ling Kun instigated.

"No, how can the master eat at the same table with those people?" Squirrel was adamantly opposed.

"What's the matter, eat your own and what are others doing to get in your way?" Ling Kun retorted.

Zhao Mingyue frowned and hesitated, she asked, "How do you know that this bean juice is delicious, you have eaten it in Qizhou?"

"Of course I ...... Haven't eaten it. Ling Kun almost said that he had lost his mouth, and quickly lied: "I read it in the book." ”

"Poof." The squire squirmed and said that he hadn't eaten for a long time, and he was really a nerd.