Xiuniang glanced at Ling Hupo, smiled and did not resist, but slowly leaned her head over.

The two of them, like men and women in love, no longer taboo anything, their hearts are full of tenderness and sweetness, and they only hope that time can stop at this moment forever.

The two of them walked around like this, seeing that the hour was noon, Linghu Po saw that Xiuniang had a trace of sweat on her forehead, and he was distressed, took her hand, and entered a restaurant on the street.

A shopkeeper had already greeted him and bowed down and said, "Guest officer, madam, but do you want to eat?" ”

A sentence of Mrs. made Xiuniang's cheeks slightly red, and she lowered her head shyly.

The two have been together day and night in Shiyao Village for five years, and they are all under the same roof, but they have never been close, let alone go out.

Ling Hupo felt that the original owner was really blind, and it was a pity that he had a beautiful daughter-in-law at home, and he went to the brothel to toss around and destroy the heavens.

I regret it now.

Maybe it was the last madness, he tightened Xiuniang's waist a little tighter, and said:

"Xiao'er, you arrange a quiet room, my wife and I want to eat, just send the good dishes, if it doesn't suit my lady's taste, don't think about getting a reward."

The shopkeeper nodded like a peck of rice, and led the two into a private room.

It didn't take much effort, so several dishes were served.

Linghu Po diligently sandwiched the dishes into Xiuniang's plate, and Xiuniang smiled shyly and ate in small bites.

The dishes made in this restaurant are really good, with full color, flavor and flavor.

But for Xiuniang, don't say it's a delicacy, it's just eating bran vegetables, and at this time, it's also fragrant.

As for Linghu Po, I didn't eat much food, and I patronized and looked at Xiuniang's cute appearance with a smile, cherishing the time.

He naturally understands in his heart that there is probably only one such opportunity, which can be regarded as a farewell ceremony.

Everyone has a thought.

Xiuniang couldn't help laughing, picked up a piece of fish meat with chopsticks, and sent it to Ling Hupo's mouth, "Da Lang, open your mouth." ”

Ling Hupo obediently opened his mouth, swallowed the fish pieces into his mouth, and said with a smile while chewing: "Xiu'er, feed me again, I want more." ”

Xiuniang put another piece of fish meat into her mouth and sighed: "If you were like this before, Xiu'er would like to feed you every day." ”

The meaning of the words speaks for itself.

The two of them ate for a while, and when they were seven or eight full, they grinded each other's ears and temples, and there was a warmth flowing in their hearts, and each other's hearts seemed to melt.

The two pairs of eyes looked at each other tenderly, and at this time they were speechless, but they were worth a thousand words.

At this moment, I heard the sound of the pipa outside, and a little woman who sang pinched her thin voice and sang softly:

The drizzle disappeared at dusk, and he sat alone under the window lattice.

Thinking of that person, looking through the autumn water, I don't see home.

My heart is like a mess, I am lazy to comb my makeup, and my sideburns are messy.

Bowing his head and feeling ashamed, his heart is like a deer hitting the fence.

……

Listening to the lyrics, the two sighed at the same time, and the tenderness in their hearts was almost irrepressible.

Ling Hupo reached out to hold Xiuniang's pair of slender jade hands and rubbed them in the palm of his hand.

Xiuniang just glanced at him shyly, and lowered her head with a smile, her face full of intoxicating redness.

Linghu Po's heart rippled, gently hugged Xiu Niang's gentle body, and suddenly kissed the two soft and tender lips.

This is the girl's first kiss.

Xiuniang suddenly felt trembling all over, and after struggling slightly, she closed her eyes and let it be light......

After a while, the two of them were already panting.

If it weren't for the restaurant, I was afraid that Linghupo would not be able to suppress his lust and share the joy of fish and water with Xiuniang.

"Da Lang, let's go back, you can't indulge." Xiuniang gasped.

Although they are a small couple living under the same roof, none of them have held a wedding banquet that the Ming media is marrying, and in fact, the two parties have never had the same room at all.

Linghupo is familiar with the road, whether it is the original owner or the current owner, they are all generals who have experienced the battlefield.

But Xiuniang is different, she is a standard yellow flower girl.

When the two were in love, they suddenly heard a loud commotion in the room next to them.

The faces of the two froze, and there was no atmosphere.

Listen to only one voice and say it loudly:

"If you want to talk about Cuihong Mansion, Miss Xiangxiu can be regarded as the best-looking in Mayi, her eyebrows, eyes and sultry little eyes are really life-threatening."

The other immediately disagreed, "You can't say that, the little red girl in Piaoxianglou is both beautiful, and she blows a good flute, which one of them has not praised?" ”

"Otherwise, the embroidery lady of Lichun Courtyard is the first beauty in Mayi, and no other woman can compare..."

“？？？”

Several people were arguing and arguing.

Ling Hupo smiled, bowed his head and kissed Xiuniang, "These guys don't know any of them, my lady is Ma Yi, no, she is the most beautiful beauty in the world." ”

Xiuniang smiled and punched Ling Hupo, and smiled in his arms with a particularly charming smile.

Unexpectedly, Da Lang was still so good at talking, but unfortunately it was too late.

The two listened for a while, and the argument next door became more and more intense, and the words became more and more unsophisticated, and obscene words rolled out.

The first time Xiuniang encountered this situation, she had already blushed and whispered: "This place can't stay, Da Lang, let's go." ”

The two of them had just come out of the private room, and a drinker next door also came out of it, and when they looked up, they happened to see half of Xiuniang's side face.

She was putting down her veil.

"God, I saw the fairy descend to earth."

The guy was stunned, his saliva pulled out of the elder, and the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter, and he didn't know it.

He howled and hurried back to the private room.

When the few drinkers came out of the private room one after another, they only saw the backs of Ling Hupo and Xiu Niang.

The two of them walked out of the private room, only to see the maids and the guards waiting in the lobby, and the account obviously did not need to be settled again.

They still entered through the back door of the General's Mansion, and Ling Hupo only felt that Xiuniang's hand holding his arm was a little tighter than noon, and half of his body was almost hanging, and he suddenly felt abnormal.

"Da Lang, early tomorrow morning, Xiu'er will leave Mayi and go to Chang'an, Kyoto, and you will be assigned to the training camp for new soldiers and receive harsh training, my sixth uncle said, if you have made military merits, you can come to Kyoto to see me."

Finally, Xiuniang turned to the topic of farewell.

"Well, I will." Ling Hupo's face froze, and he immediately returned to normal.

He immediately took off the golden wolf's head waist knife from his waist, handed it to Xiuniang with both hands, and said in a deep voice:

"Xiu'er, this Turkic nobleman's waist knife is my trophy, you take it with you, if anyone dares to bully you, you will kill him with one sword."

"Well, I will, you're in the boot camp, take care." Xiuniang burst into tears.

"Don't cry, I don't like people crying when I say goodbye."

“……”

Then, the two reluctantly said goodbye.

Xiuniang naively thought that the two would soon be able to see each other again.

And Ling Hupo knew very well in his heart that this parting, I don't know if we can meet in the Year of the Monkey.

When goodbye, alas...

At this time, he remembered the poem of Li Qingzhao in the Song Dynasty:

The wind and dust are exhausted, and I am tired of combing my hair day and night.

Things are people, and they don't have to do anything, and tears flow first.

It is said that Sungai spring is still good, and it is also planned to go on a light boat.

I am only afraid that the Shuangxi boat will not be able to carry a lot of worries.