Crossing into a straw bag fifth miss: 101 tactics of the art of taming

"The troublesome girl will tell Lord Ye on my behalf, saying that the southern country's mutiny is about to break out.
Hearing this, Luo Liuling stopped in his tracks, but did not turn around. What he just said, Lord Ye.

The man behind him seemed to have understood Luo Liuling's doubts: "That's right, Lord Ye is your future husband."

Ye Wushang?Luo Liuling suddenly turned around and looked into those cold eyes.

Something seemed to come to mind, and the corners of his mouth were slowly outlined, like a moonlight flower. [

The tired birds in the mountains return to their nests, and the forest is even quieter. Looking up at the sky, the quiet night sky is full of stars, flickering and flickering in the night, shining a cold light, and the crescent moon is like a hook, bright and clean.

A bunch of bonfires danced brightly and warmly under the moonlight, and in the silent night, there were crackling sounds from time to time.

On both sides of the bonfire, a bracket was built with branches, and two smooth wooden sticks were placed on it, with pheasants and hares on skewers. They were roasting on the fire, and when the fat dripped, the flames rose up suddenly, making a "squeak" sound. The scent wafted up and was dispersed by the evening wind.

Beside the bonfire, there was a woman in white, and beside her was a man who seemed to be asleep, but if you looked closely, his eyelashes were trembling slightly.

It was the man who was injured just now. At this moment, his legs were bent, and he seemed to be exercising to adjust his breath.

Luo Liuling was concentrating on the delicious food roasting on the bonfire, flipping it with his left hand from time to time so as not to burn it.

The smell of barbecue became stronger and stronger. The man who had been adjusting his breath with his eyes closed slowly opened his eyes and looked at the woman in white in front of him.

That face, on the one hand, was white and delicate, and on the other hand, it looked like plum blossoms in spring snow. Under the light of the fire, the snow-white and delicate skin appeared.

"It's delicious."

The man's nose moved, and his slightly squinted eyes stared at the pheasant on the campfire. He had been running for his life all day without eating anything.

"The pheasant is not cooked yet."

Luo Liuling seemed to understand the man's hunger and thirst, her clear cheeks were like the cool summer breeze, and the burning bonfire against it also lost its color, making the man dazzled for a moment.

He raised his eyes and scanned his surroundings, the mountains and fields, but the surroundings were cleaned up.

The man brushed his hair back, stood up, and went to drink water from the small river ahead.

Luo Liuling looked at his back, if this man said Shang, she might not have saved her at all.

As the night deepened, under the firelight, a pair of eyes seemed to penetrate the man's soul.

"The pheasant is ready."

Luo Liuling took out the golden and fragrant pheasant that was placed on the bonfire, and handed it to the man who came over.

The man was not polite, and started to eat after receiving it. He was already hungry, and at this time, if he didn't eat something, how could he have energy. [

He still doesn't want to die, he still wants to live! ! ! !

The pheasant was very delicious and whetted the man's appetite. After a while, all the pheasants were eaten.

Immediately afterwards, the second, the third >

Luo Liuling didn't even take a bite. She wasn't hungry at all, but she had a lot of questions in her mind, and she couldn't eat anymore.

Soon, after the man finished eating, he took a look at Luo Liuling, and then said: "Princess Liuling is really good at cooking."

"How do you know me?"

Luo Liuling raised his eyebrows, this man didn't know whose subordinate he was, but he actually knew her.

"Princess Liuling probably doesn't know how famous she is. Now the calligraphy and paintings sold in the whole southern country are all the appearance of Princess Liuling."