My lord, she is beautiful and good at fighting

Chapter 100
The black rabbit hangs high, and the bonfire cast on the sand is like a phoenix spreading its wings and nirvana. The high piles of wooden pillars are burned cracklingly, and the flames splash in the sand, and then disappear.

Rong Xian and Wei Wan hid in a blind spot behind the tent, and the two of them pressed against the ear of the tent, and bursts of melodious bells and laughter could be heard.

Wei Wan raised his hand to lift the side curtain, looking up at the man sitting upright, his brows furrowed involuntarily.

It's not twisted and ginger.

Then the line of sight fell, and there was a bit of a daze in the twinkling and clear phoenix eyes. In the center of the camp was a woman with fluttering red silk, with golden bells wrapped around her ankles, gold bracelets around her wrists, and a red gauze inlaid with pearls on her face. The waist is graceful, and the skin that extends outside is like a bright moon, shining and white snow.

Rong Xian looked at her expression, raised his eyebrows, followed her gaze and squinted at the tent, and then wrapped her waist with his slender and thin hands, with her butterfly bone on his chest, and leaned over Putting his lips close to her earlobe: "Does it look good?"

Wei Wan's ears were tingling, and it spread all over his body, and his phoenix eyes were obviously filled with guilt, he moved his fingertips lightly, and slightly covered the curtain.

And the woman's slender waist and snowy skin were deeply imprinted in her mind, and she felt a little itchy when she thought about it, so she quickly raised her eyes and took a peek from the slightly concealed gap.

In an instant, he felt his waist tighten, and the voice beside his ear was suppressed extremely low, extremely hoarse, hooking Wei Wan recklessly: "Huh?"

Wei Wan was so impatient at being hooked by him, her phoenix eyes looked sideways, and she looked at Rong Xian, her displeasure was clearly written on her face: What are you doing!
"You like it so much?" Rong Xian narrowed his fox eyes slightly, and squinted at the woman in rags and rags in the tent, her long eyelashes drooping, she lifted her hand around her waist, and put her thumb on the end of her eyes, " It’s also quite vicious.”

"The tent heavily guarded by soldiers in the southwest," Rong Xian's hand fell on her waist again, pressing down on her side, while the other hand raised quietly, covering the curtain with gaps in it.

Wei Wanfeng looked around and saw three tents of equal size, surrounded by wooden fences, with guards standing on all sides. There were barbarian soldiers walking back and forth in the outer circle. They were too eye-catching and could not be noticed: "Granary .”

Rong Xian put his hands behind his hands and gestured towards the dark sand.

As soon as the music in the tent stopped, the bells swayed faintly, and then a few people lifted the curtain and came out. Immediately, Wei Wan's ear tips moved slightly, his phoenix eyes lifted up, and he pressed his body back, leaning tightly against Rong Xian's body.

The figures of the two people were hidden in the shadow of the tent, and several people walked together towards the tent on the east side.

"See?" He wore a wolf fur on the front of his clothes, grew a beard, and programmed three strands on his chin, "that's Wan Muchun's flower head card."

"General You can't even move his eyes away." The white and jade-faced young man beside him squinted his eyes and snorted coldly, "It's absurd for us music soldiers to accompany a dancing girl."

"I heard that the flower head card of Wan Muchun is a Central Plains woman." The man wearing a wolf fur touched the cinnabar bead at the end of his beard that was braided into a three-strand beard on his chin. "Who knows if it is the work of a Central Plains person? However, the right king will treat her as a treasure, and will take her with him when marching and fighting."

On the other side, the rough and strong man wiped his lips and chuckled: "In the past, we went to that Wanmuchun, not to mention the flower tiles, even the blue tiles. If we spend a lot of money, we may not be able to do it." see……"

"She is indeed a flower that can afford to be sold out. Have you seen her waist? It's so thin! I'm afraid I can't help but pinch it..."

(End of this chapter)