Nagato has a thin waist

Farewell to Xinjing, we haven’t seen each other for several months.

Feng Yun specially changed into men's clothes today, pulled up his hair neatly, and wore a smoke-green fur cloak. He looked simple and elegant, as if he was a noble son from a wealthy family...

Pei Ran 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 Madang jumped off the horse, handed the reins to the guard, walked over without saying a word, and opened the curtain.

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

Exhaustion shows.

Xiao Man lowered his head, not daring to look at Pei Man's face. He saluted knowingly and bent down to get out of the carriage.

Zuo Zhong got the news and came with Pei Ran.

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 car's shaft, when Zuo Zhong suddenly extended his hand to her.

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

With a strong squeeze of the kind-hearted big hand, she was pulled tight, and her breathing became tight.

Zuo Zhong lowered his waist to support her and lifted her onto the horse's back with force.

"Sit down."

Xiaoman's heart was beating wildly.

After being married for so many years, Zuo Zhong is the kind of person who sticks to etiquette. He only becomes more friendly with her in the room. As long as he puts on his clothes and goes out, he acts strictly and follows the rules. There is never any time for intimacy.

Although this is not very intimate...

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

This is her man.

Treat her well.

-

It was quiet in the carriage.

For a long moment, there was no sound.

All that could be heard was the whistling of the wind as the carriage moved through the long night.

The beacon smoke was mixed in the wind, blowing gently, and the curtains swayed slowly...

Feng Yun's eyes fell on Pei Ran's face.

Pei Madang was also looking at her quietly.

His eyes were very hot, as if he wanted to wrap her up in them and burn her to ashes.

She blinked and covered his eyes with her little hands.

Then slowly let go and looked at him through the fingers.

"Are you angry?"

She didn't tell Pei Ran before coming.

Because she knew that he would definitely stop it.

This kind of behavior of beheading first and telling the story later happened to a little girl. At best, she would be called 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 that Pei Ran was upset, so he didn't say anything.

Unexpectedly, what I heard was a helpless sigh.

Pei Ran stretched out his arms, took her into his arms, caressed her back, and then hugged her into his hot chest.

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

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

"Why don't you speak?"

Pei Madang: "It's hard work for Yun Niang to come here this time."

Feng Yun smiled broadly, rubbed his face into his arms, and smelled the familiar smell.

"I feel relieved to see my husband."

Pei Ran lowered his head to look at her, his dark eyes were deep and his body was softer, "You."

There is nothing else to say.

Just helpless.

He was always helpless when it came to her.

Feng Yun smiled softly and adjusted his collar casually...

"Seeing Xiao San jumping up and down on the ground at Dayongbian, I feel like I have eaten flies in Xinjing, and my days are like years. If I am waiting for good news, it is better to come over and fight side by side with His Majesty."

Pei Ran's lips curled up slightly, "You didn't come just because you missed me?"

The black eyes were silent, looking at each other.

Feng Yun poked him hard, "Think about it. It's not like I ran out of ideas, so I followed him... If you don't like it, I'll go back tomorrow. Or I can go to Danjun City to find Pingyuan and my eldest brother. "

Pei Ran snorted and watched her mischief calmly.

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

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

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

"As a pure and kind person, what small thoughts can I have?"

"Xiao San."

"Huh?" Feng Yun raised his eyebrows, "It's for him. I can't see him being proud..."

Pei Ran narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at her without saying anything. There seemed to be a glimmer in his eyes. For a moment, he suddenly ignored her and lowered his head to bite her lips.

Feng Yun couldn't avoid it and laughed softly.

"Pei Wanzhi!"

If you bite when you meet someone, are you really not a dog?

Pei Madang kept silent until he got enough of the kiss, and then he spared her. His eyes were full of lust, and her face was flushed, "Are you reluctant to let Xiao San die, or are you afraid that I will lose?"

"I don't want him to die so happily."

Feng Yun's fingers climbed up his neck, hooked hard, slowly penetrated his collar, pinched the man's lean back, and smiled when he heard him gasp.

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

Pei Madang hugged her tightly. He couldn't say anything, and he didn't need to say it. He buried his head in her neck and kissed her crazily.

Feng Yun smiled and pressed against him softly.

He has a strong chest and a reassuring strength.

All the fatigue from the journey seemed to be washed away at this moment.

She hooked her arm around his waist and relaxed completely, "Stop making trouble, I'm a little sleepy. I barely slept a wink during this journey. I'll take a nap first, and you can call me again when we get to the camp."

Pei Madang's palms felt smooth and he didn't want to stop.

Hearing her yawn, he hummed softly and moved his position so that she could lie more comfortably. Feng Yun buried his head in his arm and closed his eyes.

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

The world became quiet.

The carriage was moving under the dark night sky, and the torches in the hands of the attendants illuminated the snowflakes flying all over the sky.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, dancing in the air, lightly falling on the top of the carriage, and then quietly melting. 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, like the low and long notes in the winter music...

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

When the carriage slowed down, she had already woken up.

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

"Okay." Feng Yun stretched lazily.

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

It was already this time, and the camp was brightly lit, with no signs of falling asleep.

A group of people gathered together, and the torches were burning.

Outside the barracks, people were leading horses in against the wind and snow.

Feng Yun looked over and saw a flatbed cart without a roof, creaking, rolling over the snow, and stopping at the brightly lit place.

She could see clearly then...

The dead soldiers were on the cart.

There were already several bodies parked in the firelight.

Feng Yun was slightly startled.

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

The joy of reunion was washed away by death, and she didn't smile until she entered the tent.

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

"Are you scared?"

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

Pei Jue lowered his body.

He was tall, so he could look her in the eye by bending down like this.

She didn't show any fear, she was open and clear as water.

He chuckled and lifted her hair, "She's my woman."

Feng Yun glared at him. It's not that she had never seen a dead person, nor that she didn't know the most primitive form of war. Her emotions just now were just because she had just come to the war zone from the prosperous Xinjing, which caused some time and space dislocation.

She took off her fur coat and found that the stove had been lit in the tent. She smiled gratefully at Pei Jue.

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

Pei Jue looked at her.

This was the most pertinent evaluation of Xiao Cheng that he had heard since the expedition.

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

He can make a quick decision and sacrifice his chariot to save his master, and let people laugh at him for being cowardly and afraid of death, but when he gets the chance, he will bite and fight to the death, even if both sides are exhausted...

He is like a wolf that has been hungry for a long time, and has been waiting for a long time. He will not let go of his prey, but he is not impatient and can endure what ordinary people cannot endure. He just waits for an opportunity to bite off the neck of his prey...

It is actually very uncomfortable to fight with such a person.

There can't be any slackness.

Since the beginning of winter, this feeling is particularly obvious.

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

The two armies confronted each other, and no one could retreat a step.

The Suoyao Ridge in front is the defense line and the battlefield of this competition.

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

Pei Jue and Xiao Cheng both want to prove that this person is themselves.

Hard fight is the simplest way to fight.

It also competes the most in terms of manpower, material resources, and national strength...

In this battle, Pei Jue's pressure is greater than Xiao Cheng's.

He is the god of war.

He is the legend of Dayong...

He is the belief that makes the enemy tremble.

On the scale of victory and defeat, people's expectations of Pei Jue are much higher than Xiao Cheng.

He can't make any mistakes.

But Xiao Cheng can.

"Go and get busy, don't work too hard." Feng Yun looked at his resolute eyes, and a complex emotion surged in her heart, with heartache, worry, and a slight smile.

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

Pei Jue knew that she didn't sleep well in the car, so he stroked her face.

"I'll make arrangements, you have a good rest, and we'll talk about it tomorrow."

Feng Yun nodded, thinking about how to break the situation in her mind, and simply washed up and wrapped herself in the quilt.

When marching outside, the accommodation conditions are extremely "makeshift".

Even though Pei Jue became the emperor, he still maintained the tradition of the past, eating and living in the camp, which was no different from before...

Feng Yun followed the local customs and naturally would not make himself special.

-

The next day, Feng Yun crawled out of the quilt wrapped like a silkworm cocoon, took a look at the transparent tent, yawned and asked Xiaoman.

"Where is the emperor?"

Xiaoman just came in through the curtain, with a cold body.

"Is the queen awake?"

Last night, the couple reunited, and her eyebrows and eyes were full of smiles that could not be concealed.

"The emperor is discussing matters with the generals. He told me that when the queen wakes up, she should eat some food first and walk around in the camp, but she must not leave the camp."

Feng Yun laughed.

"Then why am I here? It's better to be at ease in Xinjing."

Xiaoman pouted and glanced at her lightly.

"The emperor didn't ask the queen to come. Didn't the queen want to come herself?"

This little hoof.

Feng Yun couldn't help laughing.

"Did General Zuo drug you last night? You changed your mind in one night and want to change your master?"

Xiao Man's face flushed.

"The queen is not serious."

Feng Yun was stunned for a moment, couldn't help laughing, and sat up after lifting the quilt.

"Prepare some water to wash up. I won't go out, I'll just walk around the camp."

-

It's the beginning of the snow, and the cold wind is passing by.

There was no real slack in the camp during the truce. Some soldiers were clearing snow and some were practicing.

It is better to say that a large-scale war has been avoided than a truce, and friction on the border has not been reduced.

That was the case last night.

The two sides encountered each other at Suoyao Ridge. Without saying a word, they took turns attacking each other. In the end, each side ended up with more than ten soldiers killed or injured.

Right now, Xiao Cheng's army is south of Suoyao Ridge.

The two sides are gearing up and sparks are flying. If this continues, the war may break out before the spring war...

Feng Yun glanced at Feixue, and slowly walked to the highest point of the camp with Xiao Man.

There was a lookout post here. When the soldiers on the post saw Feng Yun coming, they called out in a low voice.

"My dear, stop."

Feng Yun looked up at him and smiled slightly.

"I won't come up, just stay here and take a look at the terrain."

The soldier responded, retreated and stood silently.

Feng Yun flicked the corner of his robe, walked behind a huge boulder on the roadside, and looked at the Suoyoling Mountains in the distance.

Heavy snow covers the winding mountains. Under the peaceful snow scene, it seems that an unknown storm is brewing...

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

She simply stopped.

Pei Madang climbed up the stairs, took off his wind cloak and put it on her shoulders.

"What are you doing here in such a cold weather?"

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

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

"Xiao San is over there."

Feng Yun looked at him sideways, a little funny.

"You only have Xiao San in your eyes?"

Pei Madang had no expression. He raised his eyebrows and looked at her.

Feng Yun silently tightened his wind cloak, held his hand and walked to the boulder just now, looking into the distance.

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

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

Feng Yun smiled slightly, "If Xiao San is introduced into the snake-shaped entrance and uses the power of the two wings, is there an absolute winning rate?"

Pei Ran glanced at the distant scenery.

"Why did Xiao San become so stupid that he entered Shekou?"

Feng Yun said: "Lure it with bait."

Pei Ran: "Where is the bait?"

Feng Yun: "Me!"

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

Using his own woman as bait, even if he wins, he will have to be stabbed in the spine for the rest of his life. Pei Madang cannot do such a thing.

Feng Yun smiled and turned his face.

Their eyes met for a moment before she pointed at herself.

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