Crown Jewels

Chapter 131 Dream Land Camp

Fu Sinian is not stupid either, he and Song Yan grew up, and there is no lack of tacit understanding between the two.

Before Song Yan didn't have the face to ask himself where the sword dancer on the stage was going, he had already noticed something was wrong.

But Song Yan didn't tell himself that he should have some scruples, and Fu Sinian was not easy to ask.

Looking at Song Yan's appearance at this moment, he guessed that either the door was rejected, or the development of the matter did not go his way.

After comforting and patting him on the back, Fu Sinian turned his head to look at Qingdai with the usual expression.

"Miss Qingdai—"

"Could you please tell me to add some more wine to us brothers."

After speaking, he seemed to realize that it was getting late, and patted his head.

"By the way, look at my memory!"

"It's getting late, Miss Qingdai must be tired, why not go back to the room to rest first!"

"It's good to come back tomorrow, girl."

Saying that, Fu Sinian didn't look at Qing Dai's dazed expression anymore, and waved directly at her, which was to show his attitude.

Qingdai felt that Fu Sinian's words were ridiculous.

Pingkangfang is open at night, how can you be tired?

Sensing Fu Sinian's attitude, Qing Dai understood somewhat, this should be regarded as the meaning of sending herself away in disguise.

The fingernails were embedded in the soft flesh of the fingertips, Qing Dai bit her lip, the unwillingness in her eyes flashed away.

Afterwards, Qingdai blesses her body slightly, and finally abides by the rules of Pingkangfang, and retreats wisely.

Noticing that the woman beside him had left, Fu Sinian heaved a sigh of relief. He turned his head to look at Song Yanshi who was silently standing beside him, and sighed helplessly in his heart. He took the wine glass on the table and brought two more glasses of wine to him. .

Song Yan looked up at Fu Sinian, knowing that he wanted to comfort himself.

Sullen in his heart, Song Yan really wanted to drink like Fu Sinian.

He took the wine glass, his Adam's apple rolled around his neck, and he drank the clear wine in one gulp.

The wine flowed into the lower abdomen, and there was a rush of heat, clamoring in the limbs, wanting to drink more.

With Song Yan's unrestrained appearance, Fu Sinian raised his eyebrows, touched the wine glass with his lips, and when he looked up, the wine in the glass was already empty.

Fu Sinian's face was a little flushed, but the expression in his eyes was still clear.

He glanced at Yang Wu who was sleeping soundly on the recliner next to him. After a while, he raised his eyebrows to look at Song Yan, and said with his lips.

"Tell me—"

"But because of that boy who folded the fan just now!"

Song Yan's action of adding wine paused, and put the remaining half glass of wine into his mouth after a long while.

He sat there in a daze to relax for a while, then raised his head, covered the haze in his eyes with half-drooped eyelids, pointed at himself, and said to Fu Sinian.

"you say--"

"Me! Or the sword-wielding ruffian on the stage just now, who is better?"

"Sexy?"

Fu Sinian was slightly taken aback, he didn't care why Song Yan asked such a naive question, but he first paid attention to his brother's evaluation of the sword-wielding son.

Taking a sip of the wine in his glass, Fu Sinian rolled the word "sexy" between his lips.

He suddenly raised his lips and laughed playfully. The magnetism of the juvenile's chest tremor made one's heart itch.

"What kind of evaluation is this?"

Shaking his head slightly, Fu Sinian found a comfortable sitting position, resting half of his hand on the armrest, his expression was very comfortable and he couldn't hide his teasing.

"Didn't you just talk about Mr. Folding Fan? Why?"

"No matter how powerful that young master who dances the sword is, he can still abduct that young master!"

Saying that, Fu Sinian hissed and shook his head and laughed. Unexpectedly, one day, Fu Sinian would be able to tell such a ridiculous joke.

Fu Sinian turned his head, thinking that Song Yan was impatiently staring at him.

However, at this moment, the other party just sat down and ate the wine without saying a word to refute.

wrong!

Fu Sinian immediately noticed some clues, and carefully calculated what he had just said in his mind.

At the end, he turned his head and said uncertainly.

"Isn't it—"

"Could it be that I hit the mark!"

After saying this, meeting Song Yan's unhappy eyes, Fu Sinian pretended to cough, added some new wine for the two of them, and hurriedly patted him on the shoulder to praise him.

"Let me tell you, how can that sword dancer compare to you!"

"You are Song Yan! You are a child of someone else's family since childhood."

Fu Sinian's compliments don't need to be drafted, they can be eloquent.

"The appearance is majestic and majestic, and he has been educated in the academy, and he can hold a sword, gun, sword and halberd!"

"The little boy dancing sword in Pingkang Square is nothing compared to half a toe of your Uncle Song."

Speaking smoothly, Fu Sinian still hooked his pinky finger towards Song Yan vividly, with a mean smile in his eyes, following a living treasure who was jumping up and down looking for a sense of existence.

Seeing his appearance, Song Yan suddenly let out a muffled laugh.

With the muffled tremor in his chest and the faint smile on his cheeks, Song Yan's mood was much better because of Fu Sinian's fuss than before.

He raised his head and glanced at Fu Sinian, and didn't bother to drink too much wine and mumbled alone.

"Come--"

Before he could finish the words "one more cup", his tone froze suddenly, and Song Yan's voice of gnashing his teeth was heard, a little out of breath.

"Fu Sinian, you have the guts, change to a bigger bowl."

"Drinking with me, and still being so thoughtful—"

"Yo! Don't tell me I really didn't notice..." Fu Sinian then gave in with a playful smile.

Young people's thoughts are like gusts of wind, they come and take away quickly.

The unspeakable emotions are covered in the wine, and it seems to feel better instantly after taking a sip.

The sound of laughing and cursing resounded in the hall, Gu Baozhu supported the door frame, saw the young man in a better mood below, the worry in his brows and eyes disappeared, and he returned to the wing...

Drunken, Song Yan didn't know when, he was already in a dream.

In the grassland in the dream, the night wind is extremely cold.

The crescent moon hung high in the sky against the dark sky, and the surrounding tents were built on top, and the sporadic wood shone with fire.

The young general was still wearing silver armor, and the armor reflected a cold light, making the young general's eyebrows look like cold stars.

He stood where he was, looking at the vast grassland in front of him with a serious face.

After a while, the scouts in casual clothes stepped forward, bowed down and saluted the young general respectfully.

"Report to the General—"

"A hundred miles ahead, I found a Turkic tent."

"If our army marches in full force tomorrow, it will not be a problem to travel hundreds of miles a day and arrive the next day."

After the scout finished speaking, he lowered his head and quietly waited for the highest decision-maker in the army to speak.

Speaking of which, although the general in front of him is still young, he has been in the military all year round since he won the champion of martial arts.

The current general position is the achievement he has made in every battle, and he is also the young hero they admire in their hearts.

Looking at the distant skyline, the young general was silent for a while and said in a deep voice;
"Pass the order down—"

"Tomorrow our army will reorganize for half a day, and then enter the Turkic territory to camp after a little rest."

"Without my order, no one can act rashly!"

Several powerful lieutenants under his command bowed their hands and listened to the order in unison.

When Song Yan returned to the general's tent, he bumped into the old woman who delivered the meal, and the old woman said respectfully and politely to Song Yan.

"General Song—"

"The dishes and pastries are on the table, you can eat them while they are hot."

Song Yan nodded, turned around and took out the marching map from the desk, carefully observing the surrounding terrain.

Marching into the enemy camp, understanding the surrounding terrain is his most basic responsibility as a commander in the army.

The map made of sheepskin was held in the hands of the young general, and he looked back and forth several times.

It wasn't until the middle of the month that Song Yan suddenly realized that it was getting late.

He hurriedly came to the bank of the table, and just ate half a steamed bun with the hot soup in the stove.

The young general's eyes were clear, and there was no slight dislike in his eyes. However, when his deep eyes fell on the delicate and small cakes that were rarely placed on the porcelain plate beside the table, Song Yan couldn't swallow the half steamed bun in his hand. go down.

(End of this chapter)