Chapter 239: The Whistle Comes at Night

Nothing to say for one night.

Since Gongzi Jingling threw off his sleeves and left that night, he has become obviously cold to Wei Luo.

For more than ten days in a row, it was difficult for Wei Luo to see him from time to time. Even when they met during the meal, he was faint and extremely indifferent.

When she couldn't see him, she had a melancholy in her heart after all. But now Wei Luo has figured it out, long pain is better than short pain, so tangled, it is better to let go of each other, maybe after letting go, it will be the sea and the sky.

She thought that no matter how deep the wound, no matter how broken the heart, in the passage of time, it would definitely be able to recover as before. Even if you can't recover, it's better than compromising and the wound becomes rancid.

It turned out that Wei Luo was still counting on a proud man, because he disdained to be treated indifferently by a woman, and took the initiative to let her go, but in the past few days, after seeing even Wengong appear next to her carriage from time to time, she gave up: People like Gongzi Jingling never knew what it meant to let go. Perhaps, he is also waiting for her to stop losing her temper.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and after walking for half a month, winter finally begins.

On the day of the beginning of winter, the team sailed out of the border of Qi and began to come to Chen Guo at the junction of Qi and Jin.

From Chen Guo to Jin, it is only six or seven days away. It is equivalent to saying that he is about to enter the Jin realm. The Jin people who have been away from home for several months in other countries are full of expectations in their words.

Along the way, from time to time, you can see some thieves riding bulls or horses. These bandits, who only had dozens of hundreds of people, avoided them from afar when they saw this mighty team.

Wei Luo had been racking his brain to think about how he could leave. But she thought about it, but she couldn't find a good way.

It's another sunny day.

Wei Luo had been in the carriage for twenty days, and when he was really annoyed, he asked the swordsmen for a horse, and rode like this.

At this time, the horse did not have a pedal, Wei Luo was riding a horse for the first time, relying on his dexterity, tossing for an hour, but he was just a mixed ride.

After sitting on the back of the horse for a long time, I was also a little panicked. Wei Luo moved, frowned, and secretly thought: It's better to take a carriage.

At this moment, a voice came from behind her, "Mistress? ”

It was a somewhat hissing old man's voice.

Wei Luo turned around and faced the thin Wen Gong.

Wen Gong held the wine bottle in one hand, took a sip for a long time, and said to Wei Luo: "I heard that the master mother is making a fuss and asking the son to marry you only one woman?" ”

In the voice of the steady man, there was a faint smile.

Wei Luo's eyes widened, and after meeting his gaze quietly, he nodded. I don't know why, at this point, she herself laughed.

Wen Gong heard her laughter, he squinted his eyes, looked at Wei Luo carefully, and after a while, sighed: "The master mother is good at martial arts, I'm afraid I forgot that I am just a woman after all!" ”

This sentence is not light.

Wei Luo blinked, turned his head to look at the sky, smiled lightly, and muttered, "Yes, it's just a woman!" ”

Her answer also made Wen Gong puzzled. He shook his head for a moment, sighed, and galloped forward.

In the blink of an eye, another few days passed.

On this day, the team came to the border of Jinchu, and after walking for half a day, the team officially entered the Jindi.

It was not early, and the team began to camp and rest.

The camp of Wei Luo is a separate one. Except for the two maids, she was the only one.

Outside the tent, fireworks are blazing, and wine and meat are fragrant.

After Wei Luo put the collapse cushion in place, he was like in later generations, leaning back against the collapse table, his body was half-lying, with one hand on his jaw and the other holding the wine bottle, and his high toes shook for a while, humming some songs of later generations.

After humming for a while, Wei Luo heard a commotion outside.

In the hustle and bustle, there was a faint sound of rings and the fragrance of rouge.

Could it be that the virgins sent by the Qi country and the people of the Qi country are dancing?

When she thought of this, her heart moved.

Wei Luo stood up, and Man walked out of the tent.

On the grassland 200 paces away, the voices of people are boiling and the flames are rising. Wei Luo just glanced at it, and saw more than thirty girls, with their sleeves flicked lightly, their waists twisted secretly, dancing and spinning, their big sleeves like clouds, green silk fluttering, and they were doing the dance of flying in the sky.

This flying dance is based on elegance and leisure. The wide robes and big sleeves of the virgins, flicked and raised, are gorgeous and soothing.

Where there are women, it is always lively. The swordsmen were sitting around, their eyes fixed on the faces and breasts of the virgins, pointing and laughing.

Wei Luo slowly approached.

She came from the shadows, and until she was only fifty paces away from the crowd, no one noticed her presence.

For some reason, Wei Luo's gaze was always unconsciously searching.

After a while, she saw the figure of Gongzi Jingling.

He was sitting with his back to her.

With a high crown and a belt, he is still as majestic as a mountain in a black robe. He was leaning on the top of the collapse, lazily admiring the dance of the virgins. He sat on the throne, and as the women danced, they would spin and approach him, and as soon as his sleeves were raised, a gust of incense would fan him.

Wei Luo walked only twenty paces away from him and stopped.

She looked at him like this, through the layers of people, twenty paces away.

After a few glances, Wei Luo quickly looked away.

At that moment, the crowd erupted in laughter. But it turned out that the thirty girls danced, raised their sleeves, spun in unison, twisted their waists, chuckled and twisted towards the nobles who were in front of them, and leaned closer to them.

Among the girls, the girl with slightly messy temples, fragrant panting, a melon seed face, and the most beautiful face is throwing autumn waves, covering her mouth and smiling, and dancing towards the son of Jingling.

After a while, the girl danced to the side of the prince of Jingling. Her waist twisted slightly, and she was doing a whirling dance around his collapse. Wei Luo could see that when the girl approached him, her eyes were shining, but her body couldn't help but be a little stiff, obviously a little nervous.

Yes, with the power of Gongzi Jingling, even if a woman throws herself into her arms, she is also under pressure.

However, the girl had obviously made up her mind a long time ago, and although her steps were stiff, the look of anticipation on her beautiful face was even stronger.

She cautiously glanced at Gongzi Jingling, rubbed his waist tentatively, spun around, smiled, and sat in his arms.

When the girl threw herself into his arms, there was laughter all around. Wen Gong even stood up, held the wine bottle, and smiled at Gongzi Jingling: "Childe, such a good night, why not be the joy of eternal night?" ”

Wen Gong stared at Gongzi Jingling's gaze, and there was persistence. At the same time, as he sat down, he glanced at the girl.

After the girl received the hint from the stable prince, her body twisted and nested into the arms of Gongzi Jingling like a snake. She writhed in his arms as she ate and smiled, "Please have mercy." ”

Gongzi Jingling shook the wine bottle in his hand lightly, and then slowly placed it on the table.

The laughter was louder.

But in a blink of an eye, the thirty girls had all been allocated. Even Wen Gong hugged a girl.

In the midst of the laughter, someone couldn't wait to stand up, so he walked towards the camp with the girl in his arms in his arms. Behind them was the sullen whistle of the swordsmen who had not been assigned a beauty.

Wei Luo didn't look any further, she turned around and strode back to her tent.

She knelt in the chamber, and the joyful cries of the men lingered in front of her ears.

After a long time, Wei Luo smiled slightly.

With a chuckle, she flicked her sleeves and turned to walk in the opposite direction. In this direction, two thousand paces away, there was a forest. On a night like this, it was dark in the woods, but that kind of darkness, that kind of silence, could make Wei Luo feel peaceful. She loved the tranquility.

She didn't walk fast, because she knew that there were people sent by Gongzi Jingling behind her who were watching.

After a while, Wei Luo came to the woods a thousand steps away. She jumped up on a large tree, lay backwards, leaned on a branch, and began to sway with the wind and the momentum.

The wind is cold, and the whole body is cold.

Even the bright moon in the sky seemed extremely cold.

Wei Luo looked at the shadow in the moon, his mouth pursed, and he began to whine in a low voice.

Her whistle was not high, but it was very thick and long, and it spread far away in the night sky.

I don't know how long it took, but almost suddenly, from the opposite hill, less than 3,000 paces away, there was a soft roar!

This whistling—

Wei Luo sat up straight with a swish, and listened intently.

This whistling sound is familiar!

Wei Luo was thinking about it, and the whistling sound turned into a laugh, and in the laughter, a young man's clear voice came from afar, "Ye just wants the ghost to linger, what can you do to me?" Hahahaha-"

Yes, it's the sound of the sword!

It's really the sound of the sword!

It turned out that he had followed.

Wei Luo was overjoyed, she swooped and stood up straight, tiptoeing a little, and wanted to bounce out.

At this moment, a vague, unfamiliar voice came from behind him, "Mastermother, it is easy to recruit thieves in the middle of the night, please go back to the camp." ”

The voice was less than ten paces away from her.

Wei Luo quickly turned his head, but what he faced was only a figure in the darkness that flashed away.

Wei Luo knew that this person was a grandmaster of the Gongzi Jingling faction beside him. He has been hiding in the shadows, but he didn't expect it to speak out today.

In the dark, Wei Luo smiled lightly and said secretly: The sword blame has been said, he just wants the ghost to not go away, so it means that he will follow behind for a while. Today is already a surprise, as long as he is still there, there is a chance.

Thinking of this, she leaped into the tree, jumped off the branches, and walked back to the camp with her clothes fluttering.

When she walked back, most of the magnates who were holding the girls in their arms were scattered in the flames. Wei Luo glanced at it, and even Gongzi Jingling and the girl were nowhere to be seen.

Seeing this, she lowered her eyes and smiled slightly.

Wei Luo returned to the tent. She leaned silently on the collapse, her dark jade eyes shining in the darkness.

Half an hour and half an hour, she burst out laughing, and her laughter echoed for a long time in the gloomy tent.