Well, isn't it right here?

The man took out a snow-white fluffy little thing from his arms, and a group of people suddenly surrounded the water writing cloth in two circles, and the big men looked at each other, and Zhang Er King Kong was puzzled.

It was a little rabbit.

The injured little rabbit who was still alive staggered in Feng Mingxi's hands and curled up on his legs and feet and did not dare to move.

Big man, look at me, let me look at you, this is, our Fengyang prince's, prey?

Poof, Ming Zhan couldn't help laughing at first: "Ahem, I saw that it was injured on the road and had difficulty moving, so it was better to bring it back." "If you stay outside, you will be eaten alive by wild beasts.

His Royal Highness pointed to the tent not far away, which was brightly lit, and a figure could be seen shuttling back and forth, not knowing what he was busy with.

Everyone said "oh" and suddenly realized, the little prince plans to use this fluffy little thing that even a macho man has a soft heart to please someone, isn't it the girl of the Lu family.

Feng Mingxie rubbed his forehead, why did this group of old things start to learn the taste of teasing the young ones?

"This king is tired." Look at how obvious this "eviction order" is.

Ming Zhan smiled in his heart and hurriedly sent the little prince away, everyone shouted, let's go and let's not get drunk and not return.

The bonfire splashed on the starry night, the smell of barbecue seemed to be able to drift along the night wind for miles, and the camp was full of joy, there was no royal singer and dancer here, and the little soldier whimsically picked up two wooden sticks and banged on the barbecue grill, and turned to humming the folk song of his hometown thousands of miles away.

I don't know if it arouses the feelings of fellow villagers, many people hold wine glasses and wine jars and hum along, but they are out of tune but use their hearts.

Ming Zhan sighed and grabbed the long sword beside him out of the sheath, and his fingertips struck on the iron, clanging, as if it had become a pleasant dubbing.

General Shi looked at it really novelly, Captain Jian pulled her, and the old general shook his head, oops, no, no, no, the old man is one, and he can't play and sing anything.

Captain Jian giggled, and simply picked up the three-foot Qingfeng himself to learn from Ming Zhan, who was sitting by the bonfire, playing the sword and singing.

Qin Zheng happened to pass by, and when he saw the physical eye contact between the two big men, he couldn't help but laugh suddenly, leaning on the stable and tapping his knuckles with a beat, this is the first time that Lord Qin, who has always been high, "have fun with his ministers".

The atmosphere in the camp suddenly changed.

has nothing to do with monarchs and ministers, nothing to do with civil and military affairs, tonight, it's just a group of drinking friends who should be drunk.

Winter nights are cold, but they are also rare.

Lu Yixuan found that there was a hazy ballad outside, and after listening carefully, with the Wu Nong township sound in the south of the Yangtze River, her heart was also slightly sour, and there was some cool breeze behind her, she didn't have to look back, she just said in a muffled voice: "The folds I read in the morning have been cleaned up for you, and yesterday, the one who should have been sent back to the Zhishi Pavilion has ordered Zhao Xiao to send Baili back urgently, and Xi'er asked the imperial doctor to take a look, it's no big deal, just rest for two days." ”

Lu Yixing's words were natural, and after a pause, there was a ball of fur sticking to his ear.

She was startled, and the rabbit in Feng Mingxie's hand fell into her arms.

The little girl seemed to be distracted by all her thoughts: "You—Where did you find it?" "Is this hunt still taking in?

Feng Mingxie shrugged, raised his sleeves and swept the fold she had just tidied up, and fell to the ground, and the man sat on the couch with a grin: "Yesterday, I complained that the king was busy with business, but today, I am busy." ”

But no, before he could speak, the girl was like a housewife who had packed up all the arrangements in the camp.

The man raised his hand and poked the shrunken rabbit's tail: "It was injured and asked the king to pick it up, if you don't like it, throw it out." "He doesn't care.

Lu Yixin glared at the man quietly, and hurriedly opened the small medicine box that Gu Qingxun had told him to bring on the side, the white hair of the rabbit's right hind leg was soaked red, and the flesh and blood were blurred, Lu Yixuan was dipped in the medicine powder and sprinkled it on the wound, frowning slightly from time to time, as if the pain of the rabbit curling up also hurt her heart.

It is rare to see this little girl's gentle appearance, Feng Mingxie held his cheeks but couldn't take his eyes off the appreciation, and the candlelight fell a fan-shaped shadow under Lu Yixuan's long eyes, trembling and trembling, like the wings of a butterfly in summer.

He remembered the first two times he saw her, the woman had sneered at each other, and several times regarded kindness as provocation and teasing, and he had to admit that he was indeed a little playful and probing at the beginning, but if he was not careful, he had a soft spot.

If this girl looks up and smiles, it must be as bright as the morning sun.

Lu Yixuan, who was buried in his head, moved, and indeed raised his face, but his face was suspicious and confused, and the medicine in his hand also paused: "This scar has three small folds, it is Yu Linwei's arrow," her old god was looking at the man, "Little prince, how did this rabbit get hurt?" ”

Feng Ming choked evilly and touched the tip of his nose: "This king saved it from Ming Zhan's hands." "He's honest.

Ming Zhan's archery skills are under the tutelage of Lu Yixuan, the young man's eyesight is good, the movement between the bushes and shrubs can not escape his ears, the arrow is as fast as flying, when he sees that he is about to pierce the belly of the rabbit, another arrow lightning flint hit Ming Zhan's iron arrow, poof, and scratched its legs and feet.

This is indeed the prey, which Feng Mingxie snatched back from Ming Zhan.

Lu Yi Nunu carefully wrapped the bandage around the little rabbit's leg: "How is Ming Zhan?" She suddenly asked an inexplicable word, and when she saw Feng Mingxie's slightly surprised look, she said, "You can see, the courtiers are not stupid, the railing of the carriage has been opened, and it is clearly the full set of Ming Zhan's own son." ”

scared Ming Xi half to death, and also shocked them all into a cold sweat, she deliberately borrowed Ming Xi to return to the camp to leave the two of them, knowing that the uncle and nephew had something to say.

"That kid is ruthless enough." Lu Yixin added another sentence.

Bet on it, don't die.

Feng Mingxie didn't reply, but stood up, the colorful feathers fell behind him, lining his entire body as if there was a hazy shimmer, the man came to the front of the camp, raised his hand and gently lifted the corner of the tent, and it was so unhappy that he was singing and dancing outside.

You can hear the laughter and laughter of the young prince and the military generals of Wenchen, Ming Zhan played the sword and sang, and after rising, he actually danced around the bonfire.

"It's a good thing that he has a sense of crisis, at least he won't be swallowed up by Shengjing City so soon." The man muttered.

Putting aside the innocence and justice of last year, stepping on the stage of history with countless lies and conspiracies is a necessary rebirth for Ming Zhan.

Lu Yixuan followed his gaze, tonight's campfire seemed to be starlight in the sky, she sighed for a long time, the emperor's throne overlapped from generation to generation, and she was actually a person who experienced three generations of monarchs.

"You should have some faith in him." The child you choose has to be hard-hearted to see how he grows up.

Feng Mingxie looked down and saw that there seemed to be a little concern and a little loneliness in her eyes: "There is indeed a big thing in the heart of this king that cannot be let go. ”

Lu Yixin was stunned.

Now that the situation between the DPRK and China is stable, and Jiangzuo's rebellion against the Marquis of Yuyang has been eradicated, what can be the trouble of the prince of Fengyang?

It wasn't until the girl woke up the next day that she found that the man had not left the camp with the army, but had prepared a carriage waiting outside the tent.

Where to?

Hush.

Feng Mingxie was never willing to inform.

Gurgle, along the rugged mountain road, as if out of the Mulan hunting ground, Lu Yixuan opened the window and looked at the strong winter spirit tightened the small shawl on his body, the more he saw the scenery, the more familiar it was, it was clearly the Mausoleum of the State of Wei.

It's just that to her surprise, a lot of construction and rebuilding of the mausoleum here have already become most of them.

"What's going on?" Lu Yixin didn't understand that Lu Henian's tomb was a simple lonely tomb.

Feng Mingxie waved his hand to signal everyone to retreat, he thought about it, but he didn't decide to hide it: "When Mingchen heard that you escaped from Shengjing and couldn't catch up with the whole country, he ordered someone to destroy the Wei Cemetery on charges of disobedience. ”

Lu Yixuan's face changed, she never knew that the man who seemed to be generous and benevolent would do such a shameless thing.

Feng Mingxie stepped forward, his slender fingertips stroked down the shape of the white jade mausoleum, and the skilled craftsman carefully pursued: "This king rebuilt it in order to repay him a wish." ”

Lu Yiyun's gaze was fixed but he felt that his eyes were a little hot, the mausoleum was carved into the shape of the black mountain ridge outside Wuhuai Gate, Lu Henian was guilty of half his life and stationed in the frontier, Wuhuai Gate is his heart, his pain, the black mountain ridge is the frontier and generation gap that the two clans cannot cross, here, there is a loyal military general who finally wants to contribute to the world and the country.

Even if his people are gone, his heroic soul will be stationed in the territory, and it will never be extinguished for generations.

Lu Yixuan hid his face, and suddenly cried a little.

Because, she saw another mausoleum next to Lu Lunar New Year.

Ren An.

Ren Zaifu died of illness at home, and he also assisted the king to work hard, and he also went through thousands of guiltes, and he hid the deepest secret in his heart, which was the guilt of the righteous and bright heroes.

The old man burned the indictment in front of Lu Henian's tomb, but he didn't have time to say sorry to his face.

Maybe these two were close friends, but from life to death, they were speechless and desolate.

Feng Mingxie lit a fine incense, stood in front of the tombstone of Wei Guogong, and leaned over respectfully: "Lu Lao, I have not fulfilled my loyalty and filial piety for more than ten years, but I Feng Mingxie is not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, but I am also ashamed," he turned his head slightly and saw Lu Yixi, whose eyes were red behind him, and smiled calmly but loudly, "You will not give up, and I am willing to give the pearl to you, which is the luck of Feng Mingxi." ”

Lu Yixin was stunned.

Is he telling and swearing to his father again?

I have to say that the shock and emotion of the girl of the Lu family, Feng Mingxie, a man who has never been the sole party in his relationship, has never been the sole party to dominate and possess, he puts you at the same height as himself, hoping to get your fulfillment and the blessing of the elders-

I am willing to treasure the pearl, not to be invaded by wind and rain, but also not to hide its bright and sharp brilliance.

Fame moves the world.

In fact, he is the one who stands silently behind Lu Yixuan, supporting and protecting her.

She thought, this guy is a bastard who is easy to deceive people, but you can't avoid it, because of him, heart for heart.

Falling in love with such a person, or, being in love with such a man, in the end, is it lucky.