Concubine Ji loved this horse very much at first sight, with a red mane, smart eyes, and great spirituality, and there was no resistance to her touch, which showed that she was docile and respectful.

"Of course." Song Qinghan replied succinctly.

"That's great!" Concubine Ji's white teeth shook with laughter: "It has a beautiful red mane, let's call it Red Feather." ”

Red Feather? Black Wind? Red feather and black wind, the corners of Song Qinghan's mouth raised slightly, but his face was not obvious, he only nodded calmly, which was regarded as acquiescence.

"I'll let me know when I turn around, and I'll put the red feather in your name."

"Thank you, General!" Concubine Ji smiled because of her cleverness. I saw her turn over and ride on the red feather neatly, grabbed the reins, raised a big smile at Song Qinghan, and skillfully drove the red feather forward.

Concubine Ji on the horse danced with her eyebrows, and her spirit was flying, and Song Qinghan only felt very satisfied when she looked at Concubine Ji's happy appearance.

Concubine Ji had already ridden around the racecourse for a few laps without the slightest momentum of stopping, Song Qinghan frowned, something was wrong! Even if Moshu likes to ride a horse, it is impossible to ride it for so long, and he has not used the riding skills he taught along the way, Song Qinghan immediately turned over, "Drive!" "The black wind chased after Concubine Ji.

Concubine Ji caught a glimpse of Song Qinghan's figure because of her afterglow, and the big stone in her heart fell to the ground. This foal was unusually docile when she first rode it, who would have expected that when the first lap was about to end, Red Feather seemed to be crazy, frantically circling along the riding field, she pulled the reins and had no effect, she was secretly anxious but couldn't tell Song Qinghan, but Song Qinghan seemed to notice it, and rode the black wind to chase after her.

"Moshu, is Red Feather out of control?" Song Qinghan's eyes were anxious.

Concubine Ji frowned: "I don't know what's going on, suddenly it sprints, I can't control it!" ”

Song Qinghan's heart jumped when he heard this: "Don't move!" Immediately drove the black wind to get close to Ji Feiyin, and then jumped up from the black wind, pulled the reins tightly with his right hand, hooked lightly with his left hand, hugged Ji Feiyin's waist and pulled her into his arms, and then sat back on the black wind with his right hand.

"Are you alright?" Song Qinghan looked ahead and asked in a low voice.

"It's fine." Concubine Ji breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, General Song!" ”

"It's okay for you to be fine." Song Qinghan turned around and put Concubine Ji in front of him, letting go of the hand that was holding her waist tightly.

Concubine Ji was suddenly put in front of Song Qinghan, and she felt that her whole person was enveloped by Song Qinghan, and she could even feel Song Qinghan's breath.

"General Song, there won't be any problems with Red Feather, right?" Concubine Ji was puzzled, she obviously looked good, how could she suddenly be out of control?

Song Qinghanjun's face flushed, and he was a little embarrassed: "Hongyu must have reached the estrus period, so it is uncontrollable, and it will be fine after this month." ”

Concubine Ji raised her eyebrows and listened to the voice, how could she feel that Song Qinghan was a little uncomfortable? She turned her head to look at Song Qinghan, who expected Song Qinghan to bow her head, and Concubine Ji kissed Song Qinghan's chin because of the knot.

Ji Feiyin: !

Song Qinghan: !

The two were speechless for a while, and no one spoke, so Hei Feng carried the two masters around the racecourse for more than a dozen laps, seeing that Hei Feng was really a little tired, Song Qinghan couldn't help but speak.

"Ahem, we ......"

Concubine Ji hurriedly took over: "Let's get off the horse!" ”

Song Qinghan nodded, turned over and dismounted, and Concubine Ji followed.

Ji Feiyin said: "General Song, do I still have to practice?" ”

Song Qinghan looked at the sky and shook his head: "It's time for lunch, you go back first, it's not too late to practice in the afternoon." ”

Concubine Ji nodded in agreement and retired. Song Qinghan looked at Concubine Ji's back as she left, with a complicated expression.

Outside the proposition, the big brothers guarding the door looked subtle and exchanged glances.

Soldier A: "Why do I think the general is weird today?" ”

Soldier B: "I, too, and you didn't notice it, I was fine when I went out this morning, and that's it when I came back!" ”

Soldier A: "Yes, and there is an indescribable feeling that haunts the general. ”

Soldier B: "Tsk." ”

Song Qinghan in the camp didn't notice that his guards were talking about him in private, he touched his chin, his eyes were empty. The food on the table did not move, but Song Qinghan did not feel hungry at all, thinking of the gentle kiss of Moshu this morning, the roots of his ears turned red in an instant.

What's wrong with you? He didn't know Moshu for long, and even threw him into the river in order to scare him away, but now not only did he not want him to leave the barracks more and more, but he went against the norm and began to teach him archery and horseback riding hand in hand. Song Qinghan himself was also puzzled, this was the first time he couldn't figure out his thoughts.

Song Qinghan knows very well that this is not friendship, he has always been cold, even if he is a very good friend, it is also a gentleman's friendship as light as water, and he will not want to find someone in three days, if it is the protection of his brother, there is no way to talk about it, Song Qinghan has lived alone since he was a child, has no brothers and sisters, and he can't feel the feeling of brothers, friends and brothers.

Song Qinghan thought of a possibility, swallowed his saliva, and was speechless for a while. Could it be, broken sleeves?

Song Qinghan's eyes were frightened, he had made great achievements in war over the years, the emperor admired him, sent him countless beauties, he refused, the princes and nobles wanted to win him over and give him Jimo Oiran, he retreated indifferently, the world knew that he was clean and self-conscious, and since then he has been dead, but at this moment Song Qinghan's heart is complicated, should it be, should he not like women at all?

The sun hung high at noon, and there was a dead silence in the camp tent of the main general of Jimo.

It was past afternoon, and Concubine Ji was resting in her tent.

"Host, what's going on with you these days?" The system suddenly sounded.

Concubine Ji patted her chest: "Wow, I'm scared to death, can you say hello before you speak next time?" ”

The system was aggrieved: "DBQ host, people just think that your attitude towards Song Qinghan is a bit like that." ”

"What?" Concubine Ji smiled because of her hooked lips: "I just occasionally tease him." ”

"The host didn't care, did he?" 23 asked worriedly.

"Of course not." Concubine Ji replied simply.

"That's good, then 23 will withdraw QWQ first." The heart of the system fell with a big stone.

"Let's go, I'm going to find Song Qinghan too." Concubine Ji put on her boots and walked towards Song Qinghan. As soon as he lifted the curtain of the camp tent, he was amazed by Song Qinghan's handsome face.

"General Song Song Song! Why are you here? Concubine Ji was so surprised that her tongue knotted.

Song Qinghan smiled faintly: "If you have nothing to do, it's time to go around, I'll come to you, and by the way, I will get up and go to training." ”

Ji Feiyin: ??? I read that right, did I hear me right? Song Qinghan, he actually laughed just now? He also said that he was going to wake me up, although it was to train, but it was too unusual!