That night, the Sui army set up camp, Luo Zhaoyun stayed, and held a small bonfire party at night, slaughtering cattle and sheep, hospitality, and exchanging feelings between the two armies. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Luo Zhaoyun brought a lot of ingredients, and made barbecue by himself, because the ingredients are much more than the grassland, plus the authentic taste of beef and mutton, soon fragrant mutton skewers, roast lamb legs, lamb kidneys, etc., are delicious and unique.

Murong Ziyan was full of praise for eating: "I really didn't expect that the dignified young marshal, who leads the soldiers like a god, can actually barbecue meat skewers." ”

"You don't understand this, I still know life very well!" He smiled slightly, and the two of them were by a separate campfire, close to the blue lake, guarded by a ring of guards on the periphery, leaving only space for the two of them.

Murong Ziyan held a wooden chisel in one hand, stroking the meat skewers, and asked, "Can you send some of these ingredients to my tribe on a regular basis?" ”

"What's the matter, you're addicted?" Luo Zhaoyun smiled.

Murong Ziyan's face turned red, and he shook his head and said: "Of course not, these ingredients, plus the cattle and sheep we raise, have a unique flavor, and they can make the skewers special, and they don't worry that the people can't earn them." ”

Luo Zhaoyun smiled when he heard this: "Well, you can make the brand of Tuyuhun skewers, and in the future, in Wangchengfang City, you can set up a barbecue fried skewer street, drink and eat skewers, improve the quality of life and amateur leisure of the people of Tuyuhun, and the national culture is accumulating, and then set up some theaters, teahouses, restaurants, etc., semi-Central Plains, the implementation of culture and education, and the future Tuyuhun will definitely become a great shine on the plateau." ”

Murong Ziyan glanced at him and said, "How far away is that, the lifestyle of a few tribes is nomadic and not fixed, and it is very difficult to preach culture. ”

"Then each tribe will place some teaching gentlemen, regular examinations, and select talents from each tribe, in addition, from Fu Qi City to Tuyuhun tribe, and then to the Western Regions, you can set up some small square cities by mail, and open fang markets on a regular basis, so that the tribes can have transactions, have a fixed foothold to communicate, and strengthen ties....."

Luo Zhaoyun talked to her about a lot of development thinking, Murong Ziyan listened carefully, and kept it in her heart, she knew very well that this young man's talent and ability were all outstanding in the Central Plains, a wonderful person, worthy of her listening and learning.

At the end of the meal, the two of them strolled on the shore of the lake under the moon, not talking about crisis or development, but just walking silently, looking at the lake under the moonlight, a round of discs reflected on the lake, a clear glow.

A rare peace, both of them feel that there seems to be an additional connection between each other, sometimes far away, sometimes close.

An hour later, when she walked back to the camp and was about to separate, Murong Ziyan finally spoke, breaking the silence: "When are you going to leave?" ”

Luo Zhaoyun replied: "Tomorrow, come and see your brothers and sisters, I will rush back to go on the expedition, the affairs of the Central Plains, the situation is changing, and it cannot be delayed." ”

Murong Ziyan nodded and said, "Well, your expedition is for your own hegemony, I should wish you a successful start and establish a great cause; But I hope you can take care more and have the last laugh. ”

"Thank you!" After Luo Zhaoyun thanked him, he walked over, opened his hand and gently hugged Murong Ziyan to say goodbye.

Murong Ziyan snuggled in his arms, her face pressed against his chest, feeling his manhood and breathing up close and intimately, her mood was a little complicated and messy.

Luo Zhaoyun sniffed the fragrance on Zi Yan's body, a kind of attraction when she was clinging, lowered her head, found her lips, and gently covered it.

"Hmm!" Zi Yan's lips were sealed, she was stunned, her brain was a little afraid, and she subconsciously wanted to struggle, but she stuck it in her arms and moved twice, and she was quickly fascinated by this wonderful taste, closed her eyes gently, and responded jerkyly.

I have to say that the grassland girl has an unrestrained personality, and she is basically self-taught in this regard, and she quickly mastered the skills and fought with Luo Zhaoyun in that tongue, unlike the shyness of the Central Plains girl.

After a while, it was a little difficult to breathe, Murong Ziyan came to her senses, pressed her hands on his chest, and then took a few steps back, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were rippling, she glanced at Luo Zhaoyun and glanced at her charm, she was charming, and then turned around and ran back to the camp.

Luo Zhaoyun smiled faintly, originally he didn't think of being rude, just the poetic scenery and atmosphere, as well as the fetters of friendship, in a special place and time, can often trigger a person's special needs and desires.

He turned around and walked into the camp, and the guards on the periphery did not squint, and all of them were silent on guard duty.

The next day, Luo Zhaoyun returned with his troops, and Murong Ziyan dressed up to see him off, looking at him with a somewhat different look.

"I'm going back, take care." Luo Zhaoyun rode to the carriage and said goodbye to Zi Yan.

Murong Ziyan nodded: "I will protect myself, you have to pay more attention to safety, the battlefield is ruthless, cold arrows to defend the south, don't be careless." ”

Luo Zhaoyun said: "I understand, if you need help with something, you will send someone to Fu Qi City to deliver a letter, in addition, a few cooperation to discuss, someone will come to talk to you in a while, these things, I will pay less attention to these things in the future, and I will have no time to separate." ”

"Knows you're busy!" Murong Ziyan was somewhat resentful, this farewell, I don't know what year and month we met.

Luo Zhaoyun carefully admired her appearance, the country was beautiful and fragrant, the ice was clear and jade, different from the facial features and temperament of a Central Plains woman, but she was still very beautiful.

After he hugged his fists, he turned around and led the troops away, the heart here was temporarily understood, and after he returned, he was going to lead the troops out to fight against Li Liang's rebels.

After all, after Li Yuan raised his army, he had already begun to march towards Daxing City, allowing him to gain a firm foothold in Guanlong, the consequences would be unimaginable, Luo Zhaoyun could not wait any longer, and he would lose the opportunity to fight for the fortunes of the country.

Murong Ziyan looked at his figure in the distance, dressed in silver armor, shining in the morning light, mighty and upright, the young marshal God of War, will stir up the turmoil in the Central Plains, will he succeed and have the last laugh in the battle for domination of the world?

Zi Yan was a little worried, a little expectant, and an indescribable longing, with a touch of tenderness in her heart.