is worthy of being a son and daughter of the grassland, Wanyan Wulu's riding skills are really good, and after two hours of galloping, he left the large army far behind, leaving only Yang Zaixing with a small white dot to follow far away. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

It's just that Song Xing suffered, his whole body seemed to fall apart, and the late autumn in the north was already very cold, so he was in front of him, and the cold wind blew on his face, like a knife, "Little girl, can you stop, let's rest for a while?" ”

"Okay!" Wanyan Wulu smiled sweetly, galloped up the hill, turned over and dismounted after holding the horse, and then helped Song Xing off the horse, and did not tie the horse, but let it forage for food on its own.

It was the first time for Song Xing to ride like this, and at this moment he only felt a sore back and a twitch in his legs, and after getting off the horse, he lay on the grass and didn't want to move.

Wanyan Wulu's spirit is very good, happy is written on his face, he doesn't feel tired at all, he takes off the bow and arrow from his back, and says with a smile: "You have a good rest here, I'll shoot two geese back." ”

The hometown of the wild goose is in Siberia, every autumn and winter, it will migrate south in groups, it is now late autumn and September, it is the season for the wild goose to fly south, Wanyan Wulu said to catch the goose, it is really not a difficult thing.

After only a cup of tea, he came back with a wild goose, and then found some dead branches and dead grass to build a fire, plucked the goose and put it on the branches, and put it on the fire to roast.

Wanyan Wulu's hunting skills are good, but the barbecue skills are obviously not as good as Song Xing, and the roasted geese always have a burnt smell, of course, the current Song Xing just wants to lie on the grass and stretch his body, and he doesn't have the heart to barbecue deliciously.

After the wild goose was barbecued, Wanyan Wulu handed most of it to Song Xing, and she herself left only a small part, Song Xing saw Yang Zaixing staying not far away, and beckoned him to come over, but the guy just didn't see it, and ate his dry food by himself.

Both of them didn't have a big appetite, they didn't finish eating a wild goose, Song Xing wanted to keep the rest, but Wanyan Wulu felt that it was unnecessary, if she wanted to eat, she would shoot it, and if Song Xing thought she was not burning well, she could also do it herself.

Song Xing has the habit of taking a nap, and it is noon at the moment, and the sun is shining warmly and lazily.

Wanyan Wulu took off the package from the horse, took out a leather jacket from it and draped it on Song Xing's body, while she herself sat next to Song Xing, biting the grass, watching him sleep soundly, and humming a song softly.

The nap was not long, Song Xing soon woke up in a crispy and itchy feeling, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Wanyan Wulu's smiling face and the hairy grass in her hand.

Seeing Song Xing wake up, he threw away the hairy grass in his hand, and said with a smile: "Little Nanban, we have to hurry, if we don't leave, the fourth brother and they will all catch up." ”

Song Xing sat up, looked back, and saw that there was dust fluttering in the sky, and in his heart, he really didn't want to go alone with Yan Wulu, and said lazily: "It's better for them to catch up, I just have something to discuss with them." ”

It was an excuse to discuss with them, and although Wanyan Wulu was naïve, he was not stupid, and with a flick of the whistle, the little red horse shook off its hooves and ran closer.

Wanyan Wuluge smiled, grabbed Song Xing and threw him on the horse, followed him to turn over on the horse, and continued to move forward, "Little Nanban, don't you like to walk alone with me?" ”

Song Xing ignored her, nor did he reason with her, sometimes it is very troublesome to reason with a woman, Wanyan Wulu saw that he was silent, and said with a smile: "Whether you like it or not, I like it anyway." ”

Along the way, I didn't see any decent towns, and the slightly more prosperous places were a few more tents in the meadows, and they lived in herdsmen's homes at night and ate mutton shabu.

After dinner, he and the herdsmen lit a fire, and everyone jumped around the fire, full of singing and laughing.

After a day's journey, Song Xing only felt that his whole body was about to fall apart, even if he had the heart to sing and dance with them, he had more than enough heart and not enough strength, he had to take care of his body.

Yang Zaixing still didn't get close to them, but lived in the herdsman's house in the tent, Song Xing really wanted to go up and kick him twice, but seeing that he was sleeping all the way for himself, he felt a little unbearable.

Of course, there is a more important point, the egg touching the stone, I said that I would not do anything. After all, with Yang Zaixing's steel and iron bones, kicking him by himself is no different from kicking the iron plate, and it will only be himself who will be injured.

There was nothing to say all night, and early the next morning, Wanyan Wulu got up early and prepared breakfast for Song Xing, Song Xing looked at the bowl of mutton soup in front of him, and said with a wry smile: "Can you change this breakfast to something else?" ”

During this time, he ate mutton every day, and he was not used to that kind of smell, and began to slowly miss the taste of wild vegetables in Tian Hengshan.

Wanyan Wulu saw that he was a little unhappy, and explained: "I know that you people in the Southern Dynasty like to eat rice, but this herdsman doesn't have it, and I have asked several families. ”

"Asked?" Song Xing looked around, and saw that there was nothing in this tent except for a few beast skins, and he was secretly sighing in his heart, why wasn't this old man Yuan born a thousand years early?

Wanyan Wulu sighed when he saw Song Xing there, and then said: "Little Nanban, don't worry, although these herdsmen don't have food at home, they have it in the barracks, and when we arrive at Linhuang Mansion, I will make you white rice to eat every day." ”

Song Xing smiled and didn't continue on this topic, in this era when eating white rice is a luxury, many times there is nothing to say.

After drinking the mutton soup in the bowl, he opened the tent, but saw that Yang Zaixing had already gotten up and was shaking his horse in the distance.

Although Song Xing was very unaccustomed to riding with Wanyan Wulu, in front of Wanyan Wulu, the princess of the grassland, his strength was really a little insignificant.

If you don't want to be thrown on the back of a horse by Wanyan Wulu like yesterday, then be practical and get on the horse yourself, so that it looks at least decent.

It is said that habits are formed, Wanyan Wulu was sure that Song Xing had developed a good habit, and he was extremely happy, turned over on the horse, hugged Song Xing tightly, and said softly in his ear: "Little Nanban, I just want to hold you like this, and hold you for a lifetime." ”

Song Xing did not respond to Yan Wulu's blunt confession, and he couldn't respond, the road ahead was too long, so long that he couldn't grasp it, and he couldn't give any response at all.

The two of them stayed overnight, and the further back they went, the more desolate they became, and at first they could see the herdsmen, and they could see cattle and sheep, and they could spend the night at the herdsmen's house, and if they were not tired, they could jump around the fire.

But now, not to mention people, even the geese in the sky are just flying by scattered, several times Wanyan Wulu wanted to bend his bow to shoot geese, but they were stopped by Song Xing, they are already lonely enough, why should they create more loneliness?

At this moment, although Song Xing has not yet witnessed the war, he has already smelled the smell of war.