Although Liu Ye and the soldiers sat farther away, the noise of the crowd was still clearly audible.

Both parties can simply speak a few words in each other's language. At least a mutually beneficial deal, or a deal that can be reached with a dialogue that understands each other.

If you trade with each other successfully, you are toasting each other with a glass of rice wine or a bowl of mare's milk wine.

There was a lot of laughter, a lot of singing, and a constant toast to each other. Such a happy and harmonious atmosphere makes Liu Ye and the others seem a little more picturesque.

Each person is provided with lunch, a few pieces of bread, and a water bladder sewn from cowhide. Fill the hot water, at this time it is cool and white. And it's cool and white with a seasoning agent.

The water bladder made of cowhide sewing is very practical. But the unique taste really has to get used to for a while.

The Shangsi Festival here brings the wild yellow sand in the sky, eating meat in large pieces and drinking wine in large bowls. The Shangsi Festival of Chang'an is the delicacy of apricot blossoms and rain, the song and swallow dance of warblers, and the flow of water.

Willow leaves hold a flatbread in one hand and a water bladder in the other. With the northwest wind, the bread and cold water are sent into the stomach.

The children were well fed and drunk, and ran over with mugwort in their hands. Mugwort is soaked in river water.

They came running and stood near the soldiers. Eyes roll around, observing the situation.

A boy with a cracked face sucked in the snot that crossed the river, and the snot came out mischievously.

The child next to him clapped his hands and laughed, "Cross the river, cross the river." The sleeve of the boy's padded jacket rubbed against his nose.

The girl turned her head in disgust, "It's dirty." ”

The boy's eyes rolled and he stepped forward quickly. Throw the mugwort in his hand at the face of the willow leaf.

Willow didn't even furrow, and water splashed on his face.

Chang Sheng sat beside Liu Ye, Hula stood up, "Stinky boy, that's an officer, you dare to make a move on him." It's fat. ”

The children left the mugwort and scattered.

Chang Sheng stepped forward, picked up the mugwort, and threw it to his partners. "Eliminate calamity."

Liu Ye and other soldiers sat from sunrise to sunset. In the cold weather of spring, they squatted outdoors for a day.

The people of Fengzhou returned happily, and the people of Tuyuhun returned with a full load. Willow Leaves and the others returned satisfied,

Under their protection, the people of Li have a peaceful and happy festival.

The day was much longer, and it was already midnight when they returned, just at dusk.

Before arriving at the camp, the scent was already far away. The crowd moved their noses and sniffed the intoxicating aroma.

Sure enough, several cauldrons were erected in the camp, and the heat was steaming. Shi Xiong stood at the gate of the barracks.

Liu Ye dismounted, everyone dismounted, and someone came to take Yue Ying away.

"General, everything is going well, the people on both sides take what they need."

Shi Xiong touched the tips of his fingers, and the tips were cold. "It's freezing." The focus of Shi Xiong's attention is not the same as her.

Shi Xiong's big hand grasped her slender wrist, and the two walked into the tent. Willow leaves went to the middle to change into soft armor.

After Shi Xiong was promoted to the defense envoy of Toyosu, he had a separate government office. The commander of the garrison camp has a lot of time to stay here.

Willow followed him and didn't add any additional servants.

Shi Xiong holds the pot and pours wine. Willow Leaf came out of the room, and appeared with him in the spacious commander's tent, with infinite vitality and vitality.

Over the past year, he and Liu Ye have been getting along day and night. Shi Xiong became more and more convinced that he was sick, and that he was not very sick.

Liu Ye is his personal soldier, and it stands to reason that Liu Ye takes care of his diet and daily life. Now the direction of things is reversed, and he is paying attention to Liu Ye's diet and daily life.

If it's okay to just take care of his diet and daily life, the problem is that he habitually pays attention to Liu Ye's smile and every move.

The eyes that gathered the brilliance of heaven and earth were engraved on his heart. He stayed overnight in the mansion, and those eyes were smiling and visiting his dreams.

He has no brothers and sisters, and he is in love with Liu Ye, so he takes care of him as a close brother. That's it, he said to himself.

The next day, he would come to the commander's camp early, and the figure who was like a dragon would practice sword dancing in the camp in the morning as usual.

The moment he saw that figure, his heart was filled with warmth and softness.

Is he often sick in himself? Or is he too eager to question himself between family affection.

Now at this moment, Liu Ye is wearing soft armor, and her eyes with stars are shining brightly. He and Liu Ye are comrades and close relatives who share life and death.

Take care of him and care about him, because they are brothers who are born and die. Why are you so entangled? As long as he wants to do it, as long as he likes to do it, then do it.

Follow your heart and go with the flow. That's all.

Liu Ye sat down, "General, my subordinates salute the general." "The willow leaves do it first for respect. He drank two cups of hot wine and two bowls of steaming mutton soup.

Liu Ye fanned the wind with one hand, "I'm sweating when I drink." ”

Shi Xiong got up and went to wash the silk handkerchief, "Wipe your sweat." "The smell of the bone erosion lingers on the nose.

Shi Xiong's eyebrow bones are high, his eye sockets are deep, and his facial features are very three-dimensional. His deep eyes locked on the willow leaves.

"I haven't seen a man smell like that." Shi Xiong stared at him for a moment.

He can say that he was raised by his mother with spice feeding, and it was his mother who bathed him with spices to grow up. Before joining the army, he was a gardener who tended to flowers and plants?

Will he believe these explanations? The point of Shi Xiong's question about him was not that there was a strange smell in his body, but that he was suspicious of something.

On the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, the soldiers saw the arrival of the girls, and their eyes were green. Only Liu Ye is an exception, he does not show admiration and love for the opposite sex.

But when he thought of this, Shi Xiong's tangled scales would tend to that he was really sick.

Because that night, his attention was on Liu Ye, and he didn't show his admiration and love for the opposite sex.

"So what?" Liu Ye's eyes were calm, and the corners of his lips were hooked. Wipe your fingers one by one with a silk handkerchief.

is a very casual move, but he makes it, but it is free and easy. Such a kind of elegant and handsome, pleasing to the eye.

"So, then, I found one."

Liu Ye put his face in the bowl and put down another bowl of soup.

Outside, a soldier shouted, "General, send Lan Tang." ”

The bath water is carried to the inner room. Shi Xiong said, "There is no pandan, angelica, and mugwort will be used instead." ”

The willow leaves are soaked in hot water, and the body and mind are comfortable. The barracks are not just a golden iron horse, a sword and a sword. There is also the warmth and warmth at this time.

They went out on a mission and came back with steaming broth. There is steaming orchid soup, albeit soaked in mugwort.

Shi Xiong stayed outside as usual, and every time Liu Ye bathed, Shi Xiong stayed in the camp tent intentionally or unintentionally. Avoid outsiders from intruding at will.

"General, there's a letterhead." The spies are out and about.

Shi Xiong: "Come in. ”

The spy sent a letter sealed with beeswax. He pulled out the paper inside, and there was a sentence on it; Pay attention to the Zhaoyi Festival.

A secret letter sent by Liu Wei, the envoy of Hedong Jiedu. Zhaoyi Jiedu made Liu Congzhi 'hereditary' from his father Liu Wu.

A wordless without a head, Shi Xiong muttered.