Wei He learned to be obedient this time, knowing that he couldn't please Qing Ruyun's good, it was better to be out of sight, and put Xiahou Wuyu and Qing Ruyun aside, although the two are still subordinate and subordinate now, and since they have torn this layer of paper, he is too lazy to follow the etiquette in a fake way, and he doesn't even say hello on face, and there is no yin and yang weird "Yo Qingzhou King, how are you", Xiahou Wuyu is happy and quiet.

This time, Wei He and Wei Xin's father and son led an army of more than 10,000 people, and Qing Ruyun was a little surprised: "King Wei also looks down on people too much, right?" ”

Xiahou Wuyu said: "My younger brother is not stupid, who to send and how many people to allocate, he has his own thoughts." ”

Qing Ruyun pretended to be serious and said, "You don't care if your junior disciples come together, what if they are detained in the imperial capital and executed?" ”

Xiahou Wuyu smiled and said: "If this is the case, then along the way, when you change guards in the morning and evening, where do you slip away to listen to the movement?" ”

Qing Ruyun glared, turned around, looked at the scenery outside the car, and did not answer.

She remembered to check Lu Lin's news every day, lest Wei He would have some kind of ghost idea on the way. But the strange thing is that in the ancient temple firewood courtyard, Lin Zhiqi no longer had the scene of her words earnestly, and when the two met, they were like strangers, and they had nothing to say. However, Lu Lin and Nian Chu always hoped that she could come a few more times, so as to ask Xiahou about his condition.

But once, Lu Lin and Nianchu seemed to realize that they cared too little about Qing Ruyun, and hurriedly remedied: "Is my sister's injury better?" ”

Qing Ruyun gasped - she was really flattered.

"It's okay, it wasn't serious."

She said lightly.

In fact, he is bitter in his heart: Master often says, don't say it if you are injured, this is a proud posture, an indispensable posture for all my Wutai Sword Sect people. However, cough cough cough, the palm of the high monk is intangible and qualitative, it is really powerful! I have to take it! Ahem, ahem! Wear!

Since the injury, although Qing Ruyun has been repaired for more than two months, the true qi in her body is still swimming and breathing, and she is still unable to swim freely like clouds and flowing water as before.

Despite this, every time he was asked by Xiahou Wuyu, his face was still as calm as ever, as if nothing had happened.

Unexpectedly, the New Year is approaching, and the army has arrived in the outer city of Yangzhou.

It stands to reason that the purpose of this trip was to receive the seal, so the first thing to do was to immediately enter the city and go straight to the secret room of the stream courtyard.

But Wei He's army was stationed in the outer city of Yangzhou, and there was no sign of entering the city for three days. After several inquiries, I learned that he stayed this time to marry the little lady, and the date was set on the fourteenth day of the lunar month.

At night, a hint of the fragrance of flowers wafted into a small tent wrapped in the middle of the heavy tent. Xiahou Wuyu has always slept shallowly, smelled the fragrance and got up, Yu Si felt it, and wrote down: The crescent moon leads the wind and shadow, and the dark fragrance enters the painting court.

Suddenly, at the flickering sparkle, I caught a glimpse of a small figure outside the camp tent.

When the curtain was lifted, it was really like a cloud.

Qing Ruyun didn't know when to change into a suit of armor, holding a red tassel gun, standing straight on the side of the curtain, hearing the movement, turning his head sideways, seeing him walking out, he asked with a smile: "You still don't sleep?" ”

Xiahou said without worry: "You don't sleep either?" ”

Qing Ruyun said: "I don't like to sleep much, and I don't sleep if I don't sleep since I was a child." ”

Xiahou Wuyu put on a warm coat for her, and said: "But the night is silent, and there is nothing to do alone, especially this fierce north wind, and the leisure and elegance that has just risen can only be blown by it, and it will disperse when it lands." ”

Qing Ruyun said: "How do you know that this must be the case? What about late at night? There's so much I can do! I think it's a lot more fun than you think. ”

Xiahou Wuyu also laughed and said, "Then you can talk about it." ”

Qing Ruyun slammed the red tassel gun on the ground, raised her head, and her hat staggered and almost fell to ruin a good show, but her attitude was calm, she was not surprised by changes, and said very chicly: "I can pretend to be a tent guard, you see, the people in the camp, no one can control me, do you think I am majestic?" ”

Xiahou Wuyu hurriedly applauded, and said again and again: "It's so powerful, it's so majestic!" ”

I saw that she was wearing a slightly wide armor, put the red tassel spear aside, held the high hat with both hands, and said crisply: "His Royal Highness the Prince, I will be your little soldier and your guard from now on!" ”

Xiahou was stunned for a moment, a little in a trance.

A "His Royal Highness the Prince" seems to be separated by a lifetime of wind and rain.

After a while, he stretched out his hand, took off his hat for her, and said warmly: "This is too heavy, you don't need to wear it." ”