Nagato has such a slim waist

It has been several months since we last met in Xinjing.

Feng Yun specially changed into men's clothes today, tied up her hair neatly, and wore a smoky blue fur coat. She looked simple and elegant, just like a nobleman from a wealthy family...

Pei Cong looked at it for a long time.

Their eyes met, Feng Yun couldn't hide the smile on his lips and called out.

"His Majesty?"

Pei Jue jumped off his horse, handed the reins to the guard, walked over without saying a word, and lifted the curtain.

Only then did Feng Yun realize that his eyes were red.

Exhaustion is evident.

Xiaoman lowered her head, not daring to look at Pei Cong's face. She bowed tactfully and bent down to get off the carriage.

Zuo Zhong got the news and came with Pei Cong.

At this moment, he was waiting outside on horseback.

The two looked at each other, Xiaoman smiled at him, turned around and wanted to sit on the shaft of the cart, and Zuo Zhong suddenly reached out his hand to her.

Xiaoman was stunned, walked over and put her hand in his palm.

The warm, big hand squeezed tightly and she was pulled closer, her breathing becoming tighter.

Zuo Zhong bent down to hold her up, and pulled her onto the horse's back.

"Sit down."

Xiaoman's heart was pounding.

After so many years of marriage, Zuo Zhong was the kind of person who strictly observed etiquette. He would be more intimate with her only in the room. Once he put on his clothes and went out, he would be very serious and abide by the rules. He never showed any affection to her.

Even though this isn't that intimate...

But Xiaoman sat in his arms, feeling his warmth, and at that moment she felt extremely satisfied.

This is her man.

Treat her well.
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The carriage was quiet.

For a few moments, there was no sound.

All one could hear was the whistling of the wind as the carriage traveled through the long night.

The smoke of war was mixed in the wind, blowing gently over, and the curtains swayed slowly...

Feng Yun's gaze fell on Pei Jue's face.

Pei Jue was also looking at her quietly.

His eyes were so hot that they seemed to engulf her and burn her to ashes.

She blinked and covered his eyes with her small hands.

Then she slowly loosened her fingers and looked at him through them.

"Are you angry?"

She didn't tell Pei Cong before coming.

Because she knew he would stop her.

This kind of behavior of killing first and asking for permission later, when it happens to a little girl, at most she can be said to be naive and willful, but she is no longer a little girl, she is the mother of a seven-year-old child and the queen of a country...

She guessed Pei Jue was feeling upset, that's why he didn't say anything.

Unexpectedly, what I heard was a helpless sigh.

Pei Cong stretched out his arms, held her in his arms, stroked her back, and then held her in his hot chest.

After being married for many years, Feng Yun was familiar with Pei Jue's emotions.

When she heard this sigh, she knew that the crisis was over.

"Why don't you speak?"

Pei Jue: "It's been hard for Yunniang to come here this time."

Feng Yun smiled, rubbed her face into his arms, and sniffed the familiar scent.

"I feel relieved to see my husband now."

Pei Jue lowered his head to look at her, his dark eyes were deep, and his body softened a little, "You."

Nothing else to say.

Just helpless.

He was always helpless when dealing with her.

Feng Yun smiled lightly and casually straightened his collar...

"Watching Xiao San jumping up and down on the border of Dayong, I feel like I have eaten a fly in Xinjing. The days are like years. Instead of waiting for victory news, I might as well come here and fight side by side with Your Majesty."

Pei Jue's lips curled slightly, "Didn't you come here just because you missed me?"

The black eyes were silent, their gazes meeting.

Feng Yun poked him hard, "Think about it. I've been thinking about it so much that I can't help but follow you... If you don't like it, I'll go back tomorrow. Or I can go to Dan County City and look for Pingyuan and Big Brother."

Pei Jue snorted and watched her mischief calmly.

Feng Yun chuckled, "Why, you don't believe me?"

Pei Cong placed his palm on the back of her head and rubbed it hard.

"Don't think I don't know your little thoughts."

"I am a kind-hearted person, how could I have any small thoughts?"

"Xiao San."

"Hmm?" Feng Yun raised his eyebrows. "It's because of him. I can't bear to see him so proud..."

Pei Jue narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at her without saying a word. There seemed to be a flash of light in his eyes. After a moment, he suddenly ignored everything and lowered his head to bite her lips.

Feng Yun couldn't avoid it and laughed softly.

"Pei Wanzhi!"

He bites as soon as he sees someone. Is he really not born in the Year of the Dog?
Pei Jue kept silent until he had had enough fun kissing her, then he let her go. His eyes were full of lust, and seeing her blushing face, he asked, "Are you reluctant to let Xiao San die, or are you afraid that I will lose?"

"I don't want him to die too quickly."

Feng Yun's fingers climbed up along his neck, hooked them tightly, slowly penetrated into his collar, pinched the man's thin back, and only smiled when she heard him panting.

"It's time to settle the grudges from the previous life. What do you think?"

Pei Jue hugged her tightly. He couldn't say anything, nor did he need to say anything. He buried his head in her neck and kissed her madly.

Feng Yun smiled and leaned against him softly.

He had a strong chest and a reassuring strength.

All the fatigue along the way seemed to be washed away at this moment.

She hooked her arm around his waist and relaxed. "Stop it. I'm a little sleepy. I barely slept on the way. I'm going to take a nap first. Call me when we get to the camp."

Pei Jue's palm felt slippery and he didn't want to stop.

Hearing her yawn, he hummed softly and moved his position to make her more comfortable. Feng Yun buried her head in his arms and closed her eyes.

Pei Jue pulled the wind cloak over her, wrapped her in his arms and hugged her tightly.

The world became quiet.

The carriage traveled under the dark night sky, and the torches in the servants' hands made the snowflakes flying in the sky sparkle.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, dancing in the air, landing lightly on the top of the carriage, and then melting quietly. The road became more and more slippery, and the wheels rolled out a wet mark with water stains. When rolling over the road, the sound was sticky and muddy, like a low and long note in a winter movement...

"We're here." Pei Jue said softly, and Feng Yun opened his eyes.

She woke up when the carriage slowed down.

Just for a moment, she was a little greedy for the feeling of being cared for, and did not move.

"Okay." Feng Yun stretched.

It was Pei Cong who helped her out of the carriage.

It was already this late, but the camp was still brightly lit, with no sign of sleep at all.

A group of people gathered together with torches burning brightly.

Outside the barracks, people came in one after another, leading horses in the wind and snow.

Feng Yun looked carefully and saw a flatbed truck without a roof, squeaking as it rolled over the snow and stopped where the lights were bright.

She then saw clearly...

On the cart were the soldiers who had died in the battle.

There were already several bodies lying in the firelight.

Feng Yun was slightly startled.

On the first day, I saw the cruelest side of war.

The joy of reunion was washed away by death, and there was no smile on her face until she walked into the tent.

Pei Jue asked someone to prepare water and looked at her.

"Afraid?" "How could that be?" Feng Yun laughed, "If your woman is afraid of death, wouldn't that be embarrassing for you?"

Pei Cong lowered his head.

He was tall, so he had to bend down like this to look her in the eye.

There is no fear at all, just open and clear like water.

He chuckled and ruffled her hair, "I'm your woman."

Feng Yun glared at him. It was not that he had never seen dead bodies, nor was he unaware of the most primitive form of war. His emotions just now were just the result of some time and space dislocation caused by just coming to the war zone from the prosperous Xinjing.

She took off her fur coat and found that there was a fire in the tent. She smiled gratefully at Pei Jue.

Then he said, "Everyone says Xiao San is a cautious person, but in fact he is very brave to take risks."

Pei Ran glanced at her.

This was the most pertinent evaluation of Xiao Cheng he had heard since he set out on the expedition.

The two fought many times, and Xiao Cheng refreshed Pei Cong's understanding of him time and time again.

He could make a quick decision and sacrifice his rook to save his king, and let others laugh at him for being cowardly and afraid of death, but once he got the chance, he would hold on to it and fight endlessly, even if it meant both sides were exhausted...

He was like a hungry wolf that had been waiting for a long time, staring at its prey and not letting it go, but he was neither impatient nor impatient, and could endure what ordinary people could not endure. He just waited for an opportunity to bite off the prey's neck...

It's actually very uncomfortable to fight with such people.

There can't be any slackness.

This feeling has been particularly evident since the beginning of winter.

Rather than saying that he blocked Xiao Cheng's attack, it would be better to say that the Qi army also dragged him to death here...

The two armies faced off, and neither could take a step back.

The Suoyaoling in front is the line of defense and also the battlefield of this competition.

The man who can control the war is the real emperor.

Pei Cong and Xiao Cheng both wanted to prove that this person was themselves.

Fighting hard is the simplest way to fight.

It also requires the most manpower, material resources, and national strength...

In this battle, Pei Jue was under more pressure than Xiao Cheng.

He is the god of war.

It is the legend of Dayong...

It is a belief that strikes fear into the enemy's heart.

On the scale of victory or defeat, people's expectations of Pei Jue were much higher than those of Xiao Cheng.

He couldn't make any mistakes.

But Xiao Cheng can.

"Go and get busy, don't work too hard." Feng Yun looked at his determined eyes, and a complex emotion surged in her heart, including heartache and worry, and she smiled slightly.

"I'm not here to cause you any trouble."

Pei Cong knew that she did not sleep well in the car, so he stroked her face.

"I'll make the arrangements. You take a good night's rest and we'll talk tomorrow."

Feng Yun nodded, thinking about how to break the impasse. After a quick wash, she wrapped herself in bed.

When marching, the accommodation conditions are very "makeshift".

Even though Pei Jue became emperor, he still maintained the old traditions, eating and sleeping in the camp, which was no different from before...

Feng Yun follows the local customs and naturally will not make himself special.
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The next day, Feng Yun crawled out from the bed that was wrapped like a silkworm cocoon, took a look at the translucent tent, yawned and asked Xiaoman.

"What about Your Majesty?"

Xiaoman just came in through the curtain, feeling cold.

"Your Majesty, are you awake?"

The couple reunited last night, and she couldn't hide the smile in her eyes and brows.

"His Majesty is discussing matters with the generals. He told me to wait for the queen to wake up and eat something. She can walk around the camp, but she must not leave the camp."

Feng Yun laughed.

"Then what am I doing here? I'd rather be at home in Xinjing."

Xiaoman pouted and glanced at her lightly.

"Your Majesty did not ask Her Majesty to come. Didn't Her Majesty want to come on her own?"

These little hooves.

Feng Yun couldn't help laughing.

"Did General Zuo drug you last night? In just one night, you changed your mind and want to change your master?"

Xiaoman's face suddenly turned red.

"My lady is not serious."

Feng Yun was stunned for a moment, couldn't help laughing, and lifted the quilt to sit up.

"Prepare some water to wash up. I won't go out, I'll just walk around the camp."
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After the snow, the sky cleared and a cold wind blew across the area.

There was no real slacking in the camp during the truce. Some soldiers were sweeping the snow, while others were training.

Rather than a truce, it was more accurate to say that a large-scale war was avoided, but the friction on the border did not decrease.

That was what happened last night.

The two sides met at Suoyao Ridge and started fighting with their weapons without saying a word. In the end, the fight ended with more than ten soldiers on both sides killed or injured.

At this moment, Xiao Cheng’s army is just south of Suoyaoling.

Both sides are ready to fight, sparks are flying. If things continue like this, perhaps a war will break out before the spring war...

Feng Yun glanced at Feixue, and took Xiaoman to slowly walk to the highest point of the camp.

There was a lookout post here. The soldier on the post saw Feng Yun coming and called out softly.

"Your Majesty, please stop."

Feng Yun looked up at him and smiled slightly.

"I'm not coming up. I'll just stay here and take a look at the terrain."

The soldier responded, retreated and stood silently.

Feng Yun lightly brushed the corner of his robe, walked behind a huge rock on the side of the road, and looked at the Suoyaoling Mountains in the distance.

Heavy snow covered the winding and undulating mountains. Under the tranquil snow scene, it seemed as if an unknown storm was brewing...

Feng Yun stood there for about a quarter of an hour and was about to turn around and leave when he saw Pei Cong coming over.

She simply stopped.

Pei Jue climbed up the stairs, took off his cloak and draped it over her shoulders.

"What are you doing here on such a cold day?"

Feng Yun pursed his lips and said, "Look."

Pei Cong looked over and saw Suoyao Ridge at a glance.

"Xiao San is over there."

Feng Yun glanced at him sideways, feeling a little amused.

"Xiao San is the only one in your eyes?"

Pei Jue had no expression on his face, he just raised his eyebrows and looked at her.

Feng Yun silently gathered her wind cloak tightly, took his hand and walked to the boulder, gazing into the distance.

"Look, does the Suoyaoling Valley look like a natural snake-shaped pocket?"

"Pocket?" Pei Jue whispered, frowning and looking over.

Feng Yun smiled slightly, "If we lead Xiao San into that snake-shaped entrance and use the power of the two wings, is there an absolute chance of winning?"

Pei Cong glanced at the scenery in the distance.

"Why would Xiao San be so stupid as to enter Shekou?"

Feng Yun said: "Use bait to lure them."

Pei Jiong: "Where is the bait?"

Feng Yun: “Me!”

Pei Jue's face darkened, "How could I be so despicable?"

Using his own woman as bait, even if he wins, he will be stabbed in the back for the rest of his life. Pei Jue would never do such a thing.

Feng Yun smiled and turned his face.

They looked at each other for a moment before she pointed at herself.

"I mean... the bait is in my head! What are you thinking?" (End of this chapter)