The Concubine of Transmigration is Difficult

Chapter 208
In mid-autumn in August, the autumn grass is withered and yellow, and the cool wind is blowing. The farther west you go, the less people are along the way.Occasionally, I saw a small village with only ten households. Most of them were old, weak, sick and disabled, and there were very few young and middle-aged people.

Shang Kun likes to stay overnight in the open and secluded wilderness. At night, he pitches a tent and sets up a bonfire. The accompanying sergeants and staff sit around the fire, eating roasted lamb legs, gulping dry water and wine, laughing and cursing, bursting into laughter. The laughter spread for hundreds of miles.

Every time at this time, Yijun ran to accompany Aunt Luo, let Shang Kun have a free space, let him do what he wanted to do, and chatted and laughed among the sergeants.

Following the sound of the wind, he coughed from the other end, Yijun could hear it halfway across the camp, so he stopped his movements and listened carefully to his movements.

Aunt Luo stared at her daughter with great interest, grinning from ear to ear, "Ah Yuan, if you miss Master Hou so much, just stay by his side. Pretending to be here to accompany A Niang, my heart is so happy that I am by my side." There is no shadow. It can be seen that what the world says about girls' appearance has all been fulfilled in you."

"Aniang.", Yi Jun acted coquettishly, looked at the crowd over there through the gap in the curtain, glimpsed half of Shang Kun's handsome face, and smiled contentedly.

Aunt Luo patted her daughter's hand and sighed, "You are really a sincere person, and you are not afraid of being let down one day in the future."

"Not afraid." Yijun said firmly, since she is in love, she is not afraid of getting hurt.Facing Shang Kun with heart and soul, he really wants to be a heartless person, and find a new love with a face, only when she is blind and sad, he will pick himself up again.

She was born bright and sunny, illuminating his heart, but she would not be depressed because of him.

"That's good." Aunt Luo babbled, feeling uneasy in her heart.Not wanting to get tired, Ah Yuan is also full of worries, and just hides her thoughts deeply.

After a few rounds, the sergeants drank the Lige loudly because of the wine, and the rough and vigorous music seemed extraordinarily tragic in the silent night.Chariots and horses, war horses neighing, countless flesh and blood bodies, some people sleep forever on the battlefield, some survived...

Shang Kun held the wine glass with a long expression, and was toasted frequently. He did everything he could, and promised Ah Yuan that the wine would be no more than three glasses, but it was just not the time to drink.I made an exception today, so I don't think she will be angry.

The firewood was crackling and turned into ashes, the wine had run out, everyone was slightly drunk, and it was time to go back to their tents for bed.After arranging for the sergeants on duty to patrol the battalion, Shang Kun came to pick up Yijun himself. It was cold and dewy at night, and he tied up the cloak for her, only showing a pretty face with a smile on his face.

"Seventeenth Aunt, you should also go to bed earlier, and tomorrow you will have to get up early to drive all day." Because of Ah Yuan, he respected the old woman in front of him a little more.

Aunt Luo was still a little unaccustomed to Shang Kun's kindness, she nodded frequently and watched the couple go away.Hearing the intermittent laughter from the two of them, the tall figure leaned crookedly on Ah Yuan's shoulder deliberately, drawing a punch from Ah Yuan.A few drunken soldiers around laughed and coaxed Mr. Lang to be afraid of the roar of the Lion in the River East.

Shang Kun wasn't angry either. He was afraid that Ah Yuan would be angry, and he was also afraid of seeing her cry, and he was not afraid of spreading shame.Dad has a reputation of being afraid of his wife, and it is not uncommon for his son to inherit his father's will and it is his turn.

The main tent in the camp was lit with tranquilizing sandalwood, and a brazier was set up early in the morning to make it extremely warm. Shang Kun's head touched the bed tent covered with bear skin, and he felt dizzy, squinting and asked Yi Jun to rub it for him.

"Damn! Who told you to drink so much, pouring down one cup after another, completely ignoring my words." Yijun was not forgiving, but he was full of heartache for him, and scrubbed him with a veil soaked in warm water , and ordered to bring the hangover soup that had been prepared earlier, and feed it to him spoon by spoon.

Shang Kun gets drunk and feels uneasy, so he bites the silver spoon in a tricky way, making Yi Jun rush to nothing.

Really, I wanted to scold him a few words, but Yijun coaxed him in another tone, "Hey, Ping'an Nu, spit out the spoon, sister will give you soup."

The maids behind couldn't hold back their laughter, and Shang Kun felt that it was too embarrassing. When he turned into a child, people would coax him around, spit out the silver spoon, turned over and ignored him.

Yijun suppressed a smile, waved his hand to signal the maidservants to back down, put the soup bowl aside, crawled up to Shang Kun's ear and whispered, "Turn around and take another sip. I'll stare at the man who simmered on the fire all night , you are not allowed to waste my thoughts in vain."

Shang Kun grabbed her backhand and threw her into the bed tent. He took the initiative and leaned over to look at her, "I don't want to drink that bowl of soup, Ah Yuan will take a better one to sober me up."

"Of course.", Yi Jun quipped, and actively bowed her body to ask for a kiss.

Yijun is petite, soft as if he has no bones, and his white arms are wrapped around his neck, combining hardness and softness, communicating with each other.

When the clouds cleared and the rain was over, she hid in his arms, only then did she realize whether people outside could hear him through the thin curtain.

Shang Kun was more than half sober from the alcohol, put on his robe until he drank up the warm sober soup, brought warm water to Yijun's mouth, watched her drink it, and then blew out the candle before resting. Down.

(End of this chapter)