"Are you the villain who bullied my sister and father?" Suo Zhe was tiger-headed, glaring at Luo Zhaoyun with a fierce look. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Luo Zhaoyun smiled faintly and said, "Whatever you think, just remember that I am the hero of the Great Sui." ”

"Please stay out of the way, we're going to change our clothes." Murong Ziyan didn't want to communicate with him too much, because she was angry when she looked at him, her country was on the verge of ruin, and she and her younger brother were going to be taken hostage to the Central Plains and become the object of his personal control, and life and death were no longer up to her.

"Didn't the maid bring it?" Luo Zhaoyun asked.

Murong Ziyan said: "Will you rest assured, you will also be killed by you if you bring it, right?" ”

"Smart, it's just the two of you, and it's safe." After Luo Zhaoyun smiled, he lowered the curtain and asked the sister and brother to change their robes.

However, Sozhe is only six years old, and he definitely can't fit in, so he only changes into the clothes of an ordinary grassland child, so that he can hide his feelings when he claims to meet him on the way.

Luo Zhaoyun personally led people to escort the vehicle, drove into the vast night, and returned to the camp.

In a special tent ten steps away from the handsome camp, it is the place where the two sisters and brothers are held, of course, it cannot be said that they are guarded, after all, they are not tied hands and feet, but they are like guests to take care of, but they can't leave the tent and go out automatically.

Luo Zhaoyun returned to his tent first, took off his armor, cleaned it, put on a green robe, his eyebrows were clear, and he came to the tent of the two sisters and brothers.

"Yes, there are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent. One look at the city, and then look at the country. Rather than know the city and the country? It's hard to get a beautiful woman! ”

Murong Ziyan has studied a lot of Central Plains classics, and the poetry is covered by Han Fu, and she immediately heard the source of this poem, which is a Yuefu poem written by Li Yannian in the Han Dynasty.

It was the first time that she was praised by a young man in front of her with poetry, because on the Qinghai Plateau in Tuyuhun, there are too few men who really learn and are interested in the culture of the Central Plains.

Murong Ziyan grew up in the court since she was a child, she was protected by guards when she went in and out, and rarely came into contact with strange men, even if she had, she was a warrior of the tribe, with developed limbs and a simple mind, like Luo Zhaoyun, tall and heroic, polite and polite, and after taking off her armor, she looked like a Confucian who was studying.

However, after Murong Ziyan felt fresh, she was not moved at all, because of their hostile positions, it was too late for her to dislike them in her heart, and it was impossible for anything to change because of a poem.

Murong Ziyan asked, "What are you doing here?" ”

Luo Zhaoyun said: "Of course, I came to explain it to you. ”

Murong Ziyan stopped her younger brother behind her and asked, "What are the requirements, tell me." ”

Luo Zhaoyun smiled and said: "You don't have to be so nervous, I detain you, and you begged me bitterly to let me let go of the royal family and the people in the city, I just pushed the boat down the river and made a deal, for you, I didn't think of killing you and punishing you, so you should be regarded as a guest invited by me, and go back to the Central Plains with me to live in a few days." ”

Murong Ziyan's heart was a little lax, but she was suspicious, and she had heard that the people of the Central Plains were cunning and treacherous, so she didn't dare to really trust.

"Then don't disturb our life if you have nothing to do in the future, and, when you enter my residence, please knock on the door first, I will let you in before you can enter, when it is inconvenient, please wait." After all, Murong Ziyan is a daughter's family, and there are many things for women, and there are many times when she needs to prepare.

Luo Zhaoyun smiled, nodded and said: "Understand, don't worry, without my order, no one else comes in, I will also pay attention, after all, there is a difference between men and women, but if you have any special needs, such as taking a bath and rubbing your back or something, Ben Shuai doesn't mind helping!" ”

Murong Ziyan's cheeks flushed, she glared at him fiercely, and said, "Bastard! ”

Sozhel poked his head out and said, "I'll help my sister!" ”

Luo Zhaoyun laughed: "Haha, this is not good, you are a man, you are different from your sister's men and women, you can't touch your sister's, otherwise you will be a little bastard!" ”

"You're the little bastard!" Suo Zhe retorted angrily.

Murong Ziyan really couldn't listen to it, and said intentionally: "Do you have anything else, if not, please avoid it, we are going to rest." ”

"There is one more thing, about the title, your original name must not be used, I thought about it on the way back, in the future, if you are not called Ziyan, you will be called Yanzi, as for your brother, it will be called Ah Niu!"

"Swallows? I don't want animal names! ”

"I don't want to be called Ah Niu!"

Luo Zhao saw that the two of them were against each other, so he had no choice but to do it, and said: "Then you can think for yourself, but you can't call your original name anymore, otherwise, you will never go out to meet people, and you will be locked up in a small black room all day long." ”

He put down the cruel words, turned around and walked out of the tent, the stars were shining outside, the night wind was blowing, and the late night on the plateau was a little difficult.

The campfires were swaying, and groups of guards were on patrol.

Luo Zhaoyun crossed his arms, looked at the sky with his head high, and sighed in his heart, this time it was his selfishness that began to prepare for the chaos in a few years, and the longer he came to Dasui, his heart became more and more firm and thick, not at all as helpless and dazed as when he first crossed over to ancient times.

As the so-called artist is bold, when his ability, ability, power, connections, and wealth continue to improve, his vision is different, and his ambition naturally begins to expand.

With my personal ability, the foundation is still small, and I can't stop the direction of the Great Sui at all, and Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty will not listen to him Luo Zhaoyun, so the fate of the Great Sui is finalized.

By the time Luo Zhaoyun's power matures and has enough voice and influence, it is estimated that the Great Sui will already be in turmoil.

Therefore, he did not force himself to keep the Great Sui, but he was able to break out of the world with his true skills when the Sui Dynasty was in turmoil.

"Princely generals, would you rather have a kind?" Luo Zhaoyun is surging and shouting in his heart, since the princes and generals were canonized directly before they were born, it can be seen that things are man-made, why is there no possibility for him to fight?

Even if history doesn't have its own name, how can the battle against the Turks, the king of Zhenhan, and the attack on Tuguhun not be a great achievement, a rise in fame, and shake the capital?

If you don't fight hard, who can jump to conclusions? Luo Zhaoyun sighed secretly in his heart, his eyes became deep, the future of the country, it is natural to compete for power! (To be continued.) )