My lord, she is beautiful and good at fighting

Wei Wan subconsciously licked his lips, and when the tip of his tongue poked out between his teeth, it happened to brush against Rong Xian's lips that were about to leave. Unexpectedly, he tasted a touch of sourness. Rong Xian was stunned by the sudden attack, and his eyelashes grew. Slightly restrained, he caught up and kissed the tip of the tongue again, but it was still just a scratch.

Wei Wan could clearly see Rong Xian's emotions, forbearance, and desires, and it was not difficult to detect Rong Xian's extremely high tolerance for her. She had been in love with Rong Xian since she was young, and had already been swept away by the three-year storm in the border town. , the invasion became cooler and less intense.

She was touched when she learned that he knelt down on a thousand-step stone platform and begged the Jingchen Temple, scattered all his flesh and blood, destroyed his soul, and exchanged his life for his life. It was not that Wei Wan had never thought of taking the person as his own. Outside the city, she wanted to break the moon, but she knew clearly that it was not a matter of admiration.

But Wei Wan knew that the road she was about to embark on was indeed too lonely. It was better to have someone walking with her than to be alone.

She did like Rong Xian's skin, but it wasn't fair. It's not fair to Rong Xian, who spent his whole life's merit and shattered his pride in order to live a new life for her. It's also unfair to the Rong Xian in front of her, who seeks her support and breaks the deadlock.

She can't give what the person in front of her wants, and she can't make up for what her friend wanted in the past. She couldn't agree to anything, so she certainly shouldn't cause the moon to fall into the sea.

"Xu Nong had a young son who was hidden in the cellar." Rong Xian put down the bowl, put the dishes, chopsticks and spoon back into the food box, and drank the remaining half glass of water in Wei Wan's hand. "Before the Yunzhong City was destroyed, the eldest son was buried in the cellar." People pressed out of the clouds, and Xu Nong once announced that he wanted to study."

Wei Wan's tongue on the roof of his mouth was a little numb, and Rong Xian's words brought back some thoughts: "If he was robbed, he wouldn't be so calm, but if he was rescued, how could he leave his youngest son alone?"

"This matter has something to do with the Wei, but it may not have to do with the people of the Wei." Wei Wan's tone was solemn and a little indifferent. Looking up for a moment, Rong Xian understood the implication of her words, "Although King Wei is afraid of the three people in the border town, The one hundred thousand garrison intends to take it as his own, but the emperor's mind is not willing to cede an inch of the territory. What is the benefit of opening the city to meet the enemy? It is just allowing the barbarians to invade the hinterland and fight to the death with the Wei army. ."

"He's scared to death." Wei Wan rubbed the document with his fingertips, pinched both sides, and looked down at it, "But in the final analysis, Yuan Fuyan can grow his power and power to the point where he can dominate the border city. To the extent that Gloves is the White Wolf, Wei Jie also contributed a lot."

"Luan Ting Qie Jiang attacked Bingzhou, knowing that his retreat was cut off." Rong Xian put the pile of brocade handkerchiefs he had brought up when passing the water to Wei Wan's hand, "You left me to kill people and buy goods, just like Cut off his arm."

Rong Xian unbuttoned the brocade handkerchief unhurriedly and spread it out: "When I came on horseback, I saw a few wintersweet trees at the north city gate, so I asked someone to pick some."

On top of the brocade handkerchief, there are several pieces of plum heart cakes in the shape of flowers.

"Sweet cakes are expensive and hard to withstand hunger and cold. They are rare in border towns. The last time I gave them to you was when I just left Jinyang. I got a few sweet-scented osmanthus cakes," Rong Xian rubbed her lips with his thumb. The force of the horn is like the brushing of a feather.

"Brother, I'm not very skilled at making cakes this time. There's still a lot of room for improvement." Ke Rong's enviable thumb, which has been pulling the bow all year round, has a thick callus and is not as delicate as a feather. Even with a very light force, it still You can feel the roughness of scratching sand and gravel. "Although it may not be as good as the pastries at Shiwei Shop, it is still edible to relieve Ah Wan's boredom and satisfy his craving."

"Have a taste?"