No one is afraid of Jing Zhan, when this person has a calm face and does not smile, there is a cold and unruly aura between his eyebrows and eyes, which is after a long time on the battlefield, and there will be indifference and strength after killing countless people in his hands.

Not to mention his own soldiers, even the bandits in the house who were not afraid of the sky and the earth were taken aback by Jing Zhan's appearance.

"What's wrong? Why is your face so ugly, everyone is playing cards and having fun, don't be angry. ”

Ye Conghuan came in, but she was really not afraid of Jing Zhan. Instead, he still hugged Jing Zhan's waist, and in front of so many people, he tiptoed on Jing Zhan's chin and bit it, and muttered: "You are too old-fashioned, and now you are not in your barracks, but in the stockade, and besides, they are recuperating from their injuries, and they can't do anything, and it's nothing to kill time by playing cards." ”

Jing Zhan was stiffened by Ye Conghuan's movements, and the folds between his eyebrows were almost twisted into a Sichuan character, falling into Ye Conghuan's eyes, like an old man.

Without waiting for Jing Zhan to speak, she dragged Jing Zhan out, and persuaded again: "Don't worry about it now, even if you have to worry about it, wait until they are injured." ”

"They're not your people, and of course you won't bother."

Jing Zhan's cold voice sounded, Ye Conghuan paused, she looked sideways at Jing Zhan, she was not angry, she just showed a meaningful smile towards Jing Zhan, like a scheming fox.

Who said those soldiers weren't her people? Jing Zhan is hers, and those soldiers are naturally hers.

She knew that people like Jing Zhan looked down on them bandits, but it didn't matter, anyway, whether it was Jing Zhan or those soldiers, she didn't plan to let them go.

In the future, Jing Zhan will honestly be her boss in the village, and those soldiers will follow them as bandits.

At that time, it is impossible for Jing Zhan to even hate his own people, right?

There was a heavy snowfall just the night before, and it was much colder than a few days ago, and there were fewer bandits in the cottage.

Ye Conghuan has to train on weekdays, and he doesn't have time to accompany Jing Zhan all the time, knowing that Jing Zhan has a good face and doesn't want others to touch him, so the dose of medicine in the back is a little smaller, and there is still no internal strength, but the basic life ability is there.

At this moment, Jing Zhan stood in front of the window, looking at the lush trees in the mountains and forests, and his handsome face was dignified.

There is no time in the mountains, he has been in the stockade for some time, and he does not know anything about the situation outside.

The day he was rescued by Ye Conghuan, it was the time when Huaishui won the first battle, but it was a pity that he was ambushed by the Western Jin Dynasty on the way back.

Originally, the Western Jin Dynasty should have withdrawn from the Huaishui War, but now that the news of his disappearance has spread, the Western Jin Dynasty will definitely make some moves.

It's not a good place to stay for long, you have to find a way to get out quickly.

"What are you doing with the windows open on such a cold day?"

While he was thinking, the door opened. Ye Conghuan walked in quickly in a fox fur, she closed the window, approached Jing Zhan with a cold body, held Jing Zhan's slightly cool hand and put it to her lips and sighed hot, wanting to warm Jing Zhan.

She just came back from outside, obviously she was the colder one, but the first thing she thought of was Jing Zhan.

Jing Zhan looked at Ye Conghuan with a somewhat complicated expression, and he didn't know whether it was good or bad.

Ye Conghuan didn't feel anything about herself, Jing Zhan was her person, they were going to live together for a lifetime, and it was natural for them to be kind to him.