"Brother Ventu, what do you mean by Ulan?"

"Ulan means red, there are many colors in this world, but red is the most beautiful color. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Why?"

"The sun in the sky is red, and we can't do without it, and the blood in our bodies, the horses we ride, and your backpacks, are all red. ”

"We can't do without red, we can't do without Ulan. ”

"Hahaha!" Wentu didn't expect Fu Rou to say this, and suddenly the clouds dissipated, and his face was full of spring.

When Ulan heard this, he just wanted to laugh, and when he saw that there were soldiers beside him, he immediately lowered his face and shook his head to signal them to leave, then coughed dryly, entered the tent, put the food in his hand in front of Wentu, and pretended to be reserved: "Lend it to you first!"

Cheese, biscuits, beef, mare's milk, you name it.

Wentu nodded and thanked him, and immediately picked up the mare's milk to feed Fu Rou, and then concocted it in the same way, and chewed the beef to feed Fu Rou, but he didn't expect to spit it out, and was shouted by Ulan and asked, "What are you going to do?!"

Wentu was almost stuck by the chewed beef, coughed a few times and pointed at Fu Rou and said, "Hey her......" This bite is not good, and he hurriedly swallowed it himself, and picked up a piece of beef again.

Ulan ran over and squatted down, fed a small piece of cheese to Fu Rou, and then used a knife and fork to neatly cut the beef into shreds, then cut it off from the middle, clamped it up and soaked it in mare's milk for a while, then took it out and shook off the milk, blew it lightly with his mouth a few times, and pouted at Fu Rou himself, put it to Fu Rou's lips to signal that the food had arrived, and waited for Fu Rou to open her mouth widely, and slowly sent it into her small mouth.

"Thank you, beautiful sister," Fu Rou knew that she had been replaced, so she said, "Rou'er can't see, and she also knows what red is and what is Ulan......"

Ulan's face turned red, and he immediately raised his leg and pushed Wentu away with his foot, and simply sat next to Fu Rou to serve. Because Fu Rou's words are the most satisfying praise for her life since she was born, the two chatted and ate, and instantly the tent warmed up, and from time to time there was Fu Rou's laughter, which was also accompanied by Ulan's breathless laughter, and he didn't feel that Wentu's stomach was rumbling on the side......

Soon, Ulan and Fu Rou were inseparable, and Fu Rou really accepted the education of the Taoist girl's family from then on, singing and dancing, and making up powder, becoming more and more sensible; with Ulan here, Fu Rou's clothes were naturally indispensable, and there were people in the palace who constantly sent silk and satin fabrics, but there was only one color: red! In the whole barracks, there was a small red shadow running around every day, laughing and laughing, and became a unique symbol in the northern and southern frontiers.

Wentu benefited from Fu Rou's grace and was forgiven by Ulan and allowed to walk in the camp, because there was nothing to do, so he simply took up arms and practiced with the soldiers, one to strengthen his body, and the other to learn the tricks, so as not to be chased and killed everywhere. He was a shuttle master, with an extremely strong comprehension spirit, and soon became proficient and gradually rose to prominence in the barracks.

One day, there was Wulan to take care of Fu Rou, Wentu and Hongtu horses went around the border camp, and found that there were dozens of miles in a radius, large tents and small tents, with a close layout, echoing each other from afar, and at least 20,000 soldiers.

It seems that the king of the north is always on the lookout for the king of the south.

"Why is that?" Wentu saw a soldier get a strip of cloth and wanted to wrap his hand, so he grabbed his hand and looked at it, the back of his hand and the seam of his hand were red, swollen and blue, unusually dry, some of them had cracked out, the fresh bottom meat was clearly visible, and the crack was mixed with sand and dust, how could this be healed?

"Every winter, when the air is dry and the weather is cold, the soldiers are all like this!" replied the little soldier casually, and he was used to it.

"Don't you have any skin-moisturizing medicines?"

"How can there be such drugs?"

"If there is a war, how can this hand use weapons?"

The soldier shook his head and smiled, almost complaining about Ventu's troubles, how could this pain delay the killing of the enemy on the battlefield.

The next day, Wentu carried Fu Rou on his back, and Ulan began to reorganize the barracks, and they led countless soldiers to get planks or fences, erected them in the north of each tent camp, and inclined to the south, and the bottom was fixed with objects, so that the north wind blew to the barracks, and the baffle was not easy to be blown down, and for a time there was no longer a violent cold wind in all the tent areas, and it was suddenly very warm.

"You are so powerful, why did you come to us?" Ulan took Fu Rou from Wentu's back and hugged him in his arms, his face full of excitement.

"There was a misunderstanding, but it will get better later," Ventu said, "and are there any almonds here?"

"Too many, a lot thrown away every year!" Ulan didn't care.

"Oh my God!"

"What?" Ulan was puzzled.

"No, I mean our great Ulan!"

When Ulan heard this, he was a little shy. Of course, she didn't know that what she was holding was Wentu's wife in front of her.

So, the two led the soldiers to crush the apricot kernels and take out the almonds, soak them in water for two days and then grind them with small stones to make almond oil, and all the soldiers began to smear the affected area, and within a few days, all of them were healed, and the frostbite that had been hated by the officers and soldiers for many years was finally cured.

Subsequently, in accordance with Wentu's initiative, Ulan adjusted the strength of all the camps, increased the number of shifts, and reduced the number of patrol personnel; increased the difficulty of training, reduced the training time and intensity, and the Zhenguan barracks quickly became stronger.

On the stage, Wentu stood in the center with a black axe.

It's the end of February, the monthly military competition is in full swing, all the soldiers below the deputy town pass can participate in the war according to their own strength, not so much a competition, but rather a competition for posts, all the samurai who win the top every month will be promoted according to the existing official position, but Wentu has been no soldier without rank, and he doesn't care about what official position, but when he sees that it is about to be March, as soon as the grass sprouts come out, there will be a fight in the whole grassland, and his heart begins to play his own small abacus.

Fu Rou couldn't see it in the audience, so she listened to Ulan's narration with her ears sideways: there was Wentu standing on the stage, with long hair fluttering, a black ribbon tied on his forehead, his eyes were round, and he was dressed in a cotton coat tightly tied, which looked elegant and extraordinary, majestic......

Xiao Fu Rou listened and grinned again.

"Go up to one," Ulan said close to Fu Rou, "it's a samurai from the West Camp, using a spear, and the fight started, the spear pierced the throat, the root of the battle axe was opened, and the axe wheel passed!

"What's going on, Sister Ulan?" Fu Rou nervously grabbed Ulan's hand, wanting to tilt her ears to listen to the result, but there was cheering all around, and she didn't hear who won or lost.

"Oh, I forgot," Ulan smiled embarrassedly, and said happily in Fu Rou's ear, "Your Wentu brother has won!"

"Okay—" Fu Rou shouted alone.

This is everyone was already waiting for others to go up, and suddenly heard Xiao Fu Rou's call, and there was laughter again.

The soldiers were already grateful to Wentu, and there was some awe in their hearts, and there was already a saying of "Nanfu Black Axe" in the northern soil, which praised the people of the Southern Dynasty who were guarding in the northern soil, in addition to the current commander, holding a black axe to be invincible, and they were also a little timid about the black axe, but no one knew that this was the battle axe.

Wentu won a series of battles, and as there were fewer and fewer people in the audience who dared to go up, several deputy Zhenguan were eager to try, and were finally stopped by Ulan, she knew that Wentu couldn't beat it no matter what, and finally the camp announced that Wentu had won.

In the end, Wentu was promoted to the rank of guard, ranking after the deputy town pass.

Suddenly, there was jubilation in the camp, and many people chased Wentu to grab and throw it, catch it and throw it out.

"Sister Ulan, what are they doing?"

"They were dancing, dancing the man's dance. ”

"When can we dance?"

"Wait until your brother Qiulin comes here......" Ulan glanced at Wentu, and the smile on his face gradually faded. His mouth is so sweet, if Lin Ruo has half of it, he feels aggrieved when he thinks about it, and pulls Fu Rou into his arms, but he still doesn't forget to look at Wentu secretly......

In a blink of an eye, the weather is warm and cold, the cold air gradually dissipates, the vast land is slightly moist, and a trace of green has emerged from the sunny sheltered place, indicating that the entire northern soil has begun to brew grass buds, and in less than a month, the cattle, sheep and horses in the pen will only pour out of the nest, accumulating the autumn harvest for the entire northern herdsmen, meat and milk are the pillars here, so this is also an annual crisis time, and the tribes often have disputes in order to obtain sufficient pasture. The edict of the king of the north ordered Ulan Tuli to return to the palace of the king of the north to discuss the matter of maintaining the tranquility of the grass sources in various places at the beginning of summer, but Wentu and Ulan Tuli coincided and refused on the grounds of physical discomfort.

Sure enough, a few days later, the letter soldiers came to report: Commander Lin wanted to come to discuss with the border about spring grass protection.

When Ulan heard the news, he immediately copied Fu Rou, who was playing on the ground, into his arms, smiled mysteriously and contentedly, and said to Wentu: "You are really like a god!

Wentu said meaningfully: "At the beginning of summer, when the grass is grabbed, it is also the time of turmoil in the northern soil, and the stability of the frontier is very important, as the commander, how can General Qiu Lin not know this truth......?

"Besides, what?" asked Ulan.

"The princess claims to be unwell, even if he doesn't have this level of military affairs, he will find a reason to come and visit!"

When Wulan heard this, he suddenly came to his senses, but he didn't realize this, first, he was unwilling to leave Fu Rou, and Wentu swore that Qiu Lin would definitely come to the border in person so he didn't rush back to the palace. Hearing Wentu say this, he felt a heat in his heart, if Qiu Lin really came to visit his body, how good it would be! Thinking about it, he was a little shy, and after all, he turned his anger at Qiu Lin's lack of amorous customs into a cloud of smoke.

Wentu saw that Wulan showed a rare shy expression, and couldn't help blurting out: "It's good-looking......"

Ulan Tuli was stunned for a moment, and found that Wentu was looking at her, and asked inarticulately, "What did you say?" I don't know what it's like to be praised by Wentu like this, and it is very useful to be appreciative, but I still feel chilled when I think of the stupid Qiulin.

"Nothing, nothing. Wentu found that he was speechless, and hurriedly prevaricated.

Unexpectedly, Fu Rou confirmed on the side and said: "Sister Wulan, Brother Wentu said that you are very good-looking." ”

The two of them blushed at the same time, and Wentu immediately added: "Actually, I tricked General Lin into coming, and there is one more thing, that is, to meet the commander-in-chief, there are two important things to explain......"

Ulan couldn't help but look at Wentu again inexplicably.

Wentu was a mixed bag, shaking his head and not stating. Ulan Tuli thought about it, but gave up and continued to play Fu Rou, and the laughter continued to come from the barracks......