My lord, she is beautiful and good at fighting

"Diao Zun's half-dead look, if he follows the army, he may not be able to survive," Lu Qui looked at the Wei army in formation not far away, and then looked up at the sky with the moon still hanging. .

Rong Xian stood sideways, but his peripheral vision and attention were focused on Wei Wan's tent. He replied with a careless laziness: "The prison car can't be lifted up and down, and it's covered with white cloth. If he doesn't take a step, how can he keep it safe?" Come down."

"You are embarrassing the doctor." Lu Qui shook his head and couldn't help sighing. He repeated it for an unknown number of times, "Do you know how dark your men are?"

"The angle was tricky, and the end of the humeral head was completely dug out from the upper edge of the shoulder blade." As he finished speaking, thinking of the broken limb yesterday, his eyebrows twitched a little. Fortunately, he didn't eat anything when he got up early, otherwise he would have almost vomited it.

The skylight in the east slowly rises, illuminating the dark blue sky over the grassland.

Not far away, as soon as the faint candlelight in the tent died out, Rong Xian noticed it. He raised his long eyelashes slightly and looked over with fox eyes. He listened for a moment, then turned around and scooped up the scalding hot water, while using his inner wrist. Test the temperature and put some cold water in it.

As soon as Lu Qui followed him, he saw a man carrying a basin walking toward the tent where the candlelight had just been extinguished. Just as he was about to follow, he saw the man walking like flying, his feet stopped, and his fox eyes came sideways. Quenching the ice: "Is there something wrong? We haven't finished talking yet."

Lu Kuan, who knew the current affairs, swallowed the question "Why are you going?" with a smile on his face: "Ahem, go ahead."

He stopped watching the excitement and took two steps back firmly.

Rong Xian turned around and stood outside the tent with a basin in his hand. His temperament was obviously incompatible with the copper basin, but he still stood gracefully and gracefully, with the pine trees as green as green: "A Wan."

Wei Wan was wearing a closed coat, and his hands tying the belt at his waist stopped. He raised his eyes to look at the curtain and responded softly, with a sleepy laziness.

When Rong Xian heard the response from the curtain, he held the copper basin with one hand and opened the curtain to enter. His fox eyes paused for a moment on Wei Wan's face, which looked a bit darling when he got up early. His cheeks were a little rosy. It was obvious that he had slept well. Then I felt relieved.

These days, I have been rushing to march to seize the opportunity, and I have not stopped to camp for a long time. I suddenly lost weight like a piece of paper. No matter how carefully Rong Xian watched her, I couldn't restore the little girl's energy and blood.

If you don't get enough sleep, no matter how careful you are, it won't help.

He placed the copper basin on the plum blossom stand, took out the leather teapot from his arms, poured the herbal tea into the teacup, then opened the spout, poured some into the teacup, and brought it to the guard beside the couch: "In the camp If you raise sheep, you get fresh milk when you wake up early, and it’s still warm.”

Wei Wan tilted his head back and frowned. His small face was full of rejection. He was lazy since he got up early and was still awake. His nasal voice was a bit squeamish: "Shame."

Rong Xian's eyes are slightly curved, and his dark pupils are a little bright. Wei Wan is actually not squeamish. He has never said a word of bitterness since he came out of Weidu. It is especially rare when such a squeamish and naive person has a small temper. She slept well, but she was still a little confused when she got up early. She couldn't help but chuckle as she thought about it, and rubbed the back of her neck coaxingly: "I also raised cows, but you are running around all day long, you don't get enough sleep, and your spleen and stomach are weak. , can’t drink it bluntly.”

Wei Wan wrinkled his nose and sniffed twice. Without raising his hand, he leaned against the wall of the tea bowl with Rong Xian's hand and touched the white part with his lips.

In a flash, Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he raised his head, his lips slightly open, still stained with white.

Rong Xian was startled and raised his hand to close the cup wall: "Is it burning?"

After a pause, he raised the tea bowl and blew on it twice, and then tried it with his lips. When he saw that the temperature was suitable, he fed it back. When it fell, the back of his hand wiped away the milk stains from Wei Wan's lips.

Wei Wan shook his head, pursed his lips, and then licked the lips that Rong Xian wiped: "It's warm."

Rong Xian understood, and fed her lips with a smile: "The grassland will be wet and cold in the early morning, so the entrance should not be too cold, so I poured it into a leather bag and hung it on the fire rack to warm it up." , Wei Wanren also woke up a little, his eyes regained some clarity, and his laziness faded away. He didn't want to be waited on. He raised his hand to hold the bottom of the bowl and wanted to drink it all, but Rong Xian didn't let go. The original tilt of the tea bowl was slowly feeding.

Wei Wan became a little anxious after feeding, biting the edge of the tea bowl and took a few sips, but the entrance was only enough to make Rong Xian laugh.

The smile is like the bright moon and the cool breeze entering the arms, with lingering lingering aftertaste.

"Why are you so anxious? Ah Ying is not here, and no one will fight with you." Rong Xian looked at her like a milky fox, jumping to her feet in a hurry, unable to hide the love in her heart, "You have gas in your stomach, don't drink too much." urgent."

Wei Wan was so angry that he pushed down the bowl in his hand, tilted his head and yelled dissatisfied: "Just like a monk, he wakes up early and has no time to play here."

"Give it to me and drink it yourself."

Wei Wan grimaced and reached out to take it. Rong Xian narrowed his eyes and raised the tea bowl. Wei Wan stretched out an inch, and Rong Xian raised it an inch. Like a funny cat, the cold curve of his lips gradually changed. It tastes like a smile but not a smile, and there is also something meaningful and playful.

Just when Wei Wan was furious and stepped onto the bed regardless of etiquette, Rong Xian raised his arms and raised his head to drink all the milk in the tea bowl. At the same time, his thin and slender hand fell on the back of Wei Wan's neck, pressing him down.

Rong Xian kissed her lips with a bottom-up posture, long eyelashes lowered, and half-closed fox eyes locked deeply into Wei Wan, sacred and pious.

The fingertips retracted from the back of her neck, pinched her earlobe, and finally landed on her sharp chin, tilting her head to kiss her lips.

Wei Wanfeng opened his eyes slightly, ignoring the goat's milk that Rong Xian was carrying little by little, and the ever-increasing pressure, and his eyes seemed to be showing the scene of the Jingchen Temple in his dream.

Rong Xian gently put her on the bed, lifted the strands of hair from her forehead, and placed his pale, dry lips on her forehead.

The eyes in these fox eyes now are the same as in the dream, pious and sincere.

After Rong Xian finished feeding the person, he pecked the corner of Wei Wan's lips. He saw that the person was obviously distracted, his eyes narrowed slightly, indicating danger, and a laugh escaped from the lips that were touching each other, which made people shiver inexplicably.

Wei Wan noticed the sudden drop in air-conditioning and shuddered to regain consciousness.

Rong Xian retreated slightly, but his breath was still intertwined. He raised his hand to wipe the white hair flowing down from the corners of his lips. He curled his knuckles slightly and scraped the marks on his chin, then slowly took Wei Wan and put it on his shoulders. That hand.

He opened his mouth unceremoniously and bit her wrist.

The stinging pain on the wrist instantly pulled the person back from his thoughts, and Wei Wan's teeth grinded softly, making a soft sound like the fangs of a beast biting the skull, making people's scalp numb: "Rong Xian. "

When Rong Xian heard the sound, he didn't panic at all. He relaxed, looked at the teeth marks left by himself, and hummed softly: "Be good, drink it yourself."

After finishing his words, before Wei Wan could react, he stuffed the leather bag pot into the little girl's arms, turned around and walked out through the curtain.

Wei Wan lowered his eyes and tightened his hand on the leather bag pot. He raised his hand to look dimly at the curtain that had been raised and then dropped. The veins on his forehead suddenly appeared: "Be good, you broomstick master."