Chapter 195: beautification, ferry, third letter.

Xiaochi Chi's back is shaking slightly.

He whispered to Ying Lou : "Mr. ......."

The voice was a little shaky, scratching Ying Lou's ears like a cat, as if not deliberately provocative.

Xiaochi Chi said, "I don't have a card anymore."

Ying Lou : "......"

Xiaochi Chi : "That card is quite expensive, so I just cashed in one to play."

He remembers that the last manifestation card was redeemed with Jinhua Yan's remorse value on the third day after he started begging for food.

That day, Jinhua Yan was beaten up by a small group of local beggars because he was inexperienced in begging for food and occupied other people's land, tearing down the shack he had built with great difficulty and making him leave the town on his heels.

The whole 80 points, only in exchange for 5 minutes of physical time, is a useless junk skill, Xiaochi Chi is to collect together to redeem a sheet.

Xiaochi Chi said, "When this mission is over and we return to the main god space, we will do this again."

Ying Lou : "What does ...... do?"

Xiaochi Chi's pretend relaxed tone was a little shaky: "Just, about that."

Ying Lou loosened her grip on him.

Xiaochi Chi turned his back on him and said, "Physical needs, I have them sometimes, it's normal."

Ying Lou's voice sounded behind him, inaudible: "What did you say you were going to do?"

Xiaochi Chi stood up and pulled her unlifted right soft boot up to her ankle, "Well, I'll go get the food."

The sound of walking out of the tent woke up Yeshu Li, who was taking a nap outside the tent, and without Xiaochi Chi saying anything, he got up and went to get some food.

Xiaochi Chi faced the sky and took a deep breath.

...... He did it on purpose.

I deliberately misinterpreted Ying Lou's meaning and deliberately provoked him, knowing that even if he was angry, he would not be very angry.

Xiaochi Chi is not retarded, he just doesn't want to get involved in more complicated emotions.

Just friendship would be nice.

Xiaochi Chi thought, Lou should have liked him a little.

But it should only be a little bit.

Ying Lou is such a gentle person, tolerant, honest, a little noble in his bones, but because of this noble and more charming, Xiaochi Chi can not imagine any person can match him.

Xiaochi Chi is like a man who has been poor for a long time and thought he would stay poor forever, but suddenly has a wealthy treasure that he is allowed to enjoy and spend, but he would rather put it away in a box and sleep on the hard box to guard him.

Very strange psychology.

Xiaochi Chi laughed, put away his unnecessary thoughts, took the small tray Yeshu Li handed him, and re-entered the tent.

The charming atmosphere inside the tent, if any, was violently dispersed by Xiaochi Chi's declaration of dating, which made Xiaochi Chi feel more at ease.

Ying Lou also, as he expected, thoughtfully refrained from saying anything else so romantic that it made his heart skip a beat and he was at a loss for words.

At one time the only sound in the tent was the clinking of cups and bowls and the swallowing sound of warm soup flowing into the mouth.

Ying Lou's eating movements were so elegant that Xiaochi Chi watched him and gradually calmed down.

They also had to sleep, so the portion of food prepared by Shu was on the small side.

When she was five-full, Ying Lou put down her chopsticks: "Well, that's good."

Xiaochi Chi removes the small table and dishes from the bed, lies down again with Ying Lou, helps him tuck in the covers, and then closes his eyes and pretends to be ready for sleep.

He thought that people should be sleepy when they have eaten enough, and when Ying Lou is asleep, he can fall asleep with a hypnosis card ......

In the long silence, Xiaochi Chi thought Ying Lou should be asleep, so he secretly lit up the display.

The moment the slumbering display lit up, a sleepless voice suddenly came from beside him, "Speaking of which, we have an appointment?"

Xiaochi Chi A finger poked crooked.

That was a bit of a no-brainer, yet Xiaochi Chi instinctively felt something was wrong: "...... about something."

Ying Lou paused for a moment, as if deliberating on what words would be more appropriate to use.

In the end, he chose to borrow Xiaochi Chi's words, "About."

Xiaochi Chi : "............"

He felt something was wrong with the situation.

In Xiaochi Chi's original vision, Ying Lou would have refused.

Xiaochi Chi turned his head sideways and opened his eyes to meet a pair of eyes sunken in darkness, silent as two stars.

Ying Lou gently asked for his opinion: "After you get home? Do you prefer to be in the kitchen, the bathroom, or the bed?"

Xiaochi Chi : "Mr. ......, when did you become like this."

Ying Lou : "I hope you have a better experience."

Xiaochi Chi tries to be shameless: "I didn't say that."

Ying Lou was even more shameless than him: "I recorded it."

Xiaochi Chi : "Mr. ......, you're a little perverted like that."

Ying Lou : "Do you want me to play it for you."

Xiaochi Chi There is no sound over there.

Ying Lou seemed to have a feeling and took inventory of the warehouse in his consciousness, and found that he was indeed missing another hypnosis card.

...... obviously have amnesia card but useless, not bad, is an improvement.

He sat up and looked at Xiaochi Chi, who had fallen into a deep sleep, and let out a small sigh.

Ying Lou knows what the crux of Xiaochi Chi's problem is.

Memory is what glorifies a person.

Xiaochi Chi may not even realize that in his mind, Ying Lou has been glorified too much.

A teenager who is excellent in studies, proficient in mechanics, good-tempered and not much of a stander, will occasionally agonize over a problem he did wrong, will forget about the fried eggs in the pan because he is so engrossed in doing the problem, and can only look at the pan and sigh at the ball of char.

He doesn't want to be a god on high, and Ying Lou is not a god.

At least God will not die or be formatted to be ignorant of the secrets of the system.

Ying Lou gazed at Xiaochi Chi, the corners of her mouth curled into a gentle yet helpless smile.

"Now, I can be whatever I want me to be. Star, Moon, Feihong Dong, Lu Bu, Yu Gan, Tang Gan, Coal Boss, Yujing Wen, Yu Fengmian."

"But I'm not your imagination."

"I want a lot of things, I have desires, I have a lot of bad thoughts that you can't imagine. In the future, you may have to take it slowly and be more tolerant."

He looked down, straightened the somewhat messy quilt on Xiaochi Chi's front, without any more intimate movements, and whirled to support himself with his arms to get down to the floor, settled in his wheelchair, looked down between his legs, and let out a bitter laugh.

Being a leopard is something you have to take care of yourself, and so is being in a wheelchair.

Yeshu Li guarded outside the tent, faintly heard one or two suppressed muffled grunts inside the tent, he pricked up his ears to listen carefully, but felt that he did not hear anything.

Probably dreaming.

Encouraged by the great victory, the generals marched much faster.

Exactly half a month later, they arrived at a river in Nan Southern.

Because of the deepening of spring, the ice and snow melting, the river is wrapped in ice and jade, turbulent and down, as the unbridled horse.

"The Horse without Borders" is also the name given to this river by the local aborigines.

In the team there are also many veterans who are always responsible for escorting grain and grass, along the river, the further you go, the louder the sound of cutting and cha-cha-cha within the team, as if everyone is whispering about one thing.

Yuanheng Yan was a little surprised: "What are they talking about?"

Tingyun Shi rode on his white horse, the white spikes on his silver helmet were blown by the river wind.

He replied, "Back to the Thirteenth Prince, the ferry is coming."

Ferry?

Yes, look at the terrain here, if his memory is correct, the front is a leaf boat ferry.

Yuanheng Yan fell into silence.

One winter day when he was still an infant, Nan Southern gathered his strength and waged a war.

Nan Southern cavalry army is superior, is prepared, Jinghong Shi was just a young general in his early twenties, not long after he first took charge of the army, fierce battle and lost with the large group, along the river and fighting and retreating, near a leaf boat in a fierce battle, Jinghong Shi's side narrowly won a temporary end.

That battle, blood-stained Yingjiang River.

As the pursuers were approaching, the corpses could not be buried on the ground, and Jinghong Shi was afraid that the Nan Southerners would kill and trample on the corpses, so he ordered the Central Plains soldiers' bodies to be pushed into the blood-red river.

The lonely soul travels along the river and eventually returns home.

The following year, the world was at peace.

A veteran of the Beifu Army, who had been a firefighter for many years, asked to see Jinghong Shi early one morning and bowed to him, saying incoherently, "Thank you, General Shi, thank you, General Shi.

Jinghong Shi was confused and picked him up, asking what was the matter.

He held up a letter, teary-eyed, said his wife wrote yesterday, saying that she dreamed her son had come home, wearing blood-stained iron armor, drenched in wet, and did not speak, only kowtowed three times at the door.

When he woke up, his old wife hobbled to the door and knelt where her son had just knelt in his dream, stroking and stroking as if there were still residual traces of water there.

The fire head army sobbed, said, if not General Shih guide the way, his son's soul can not return, thank you General Shih kindness.

When he didn't hear Jinghong Shi's response for a long time, he looked up and was shocked to find that Jinghong Shi, who was in the upper position, was also sobbing.

Since then, the Beifu Army has set the rules.

Whenever the Beifu Army passed a boat, they had to dismount and lead the horse.

The main general needs to kneel in front of the ferry to sacrifice clothes, guard the dead souls of warriors in the river, cloaked home.

In addition to this, there are three non-sacrifices.

No sacrifice in times of war, no sacrifice in times of emergency, no sacrifice without respect.

Last time Yuanheng Yan led the army to reinforce, also passed by this place, because of the urgent war situation, all the way did not stop, directly from a leaf boat rushed over.

When he returned, he had the injured Tingyun Shi on his mind, and no one warned him as he sped past.

After all, he's not a Beifu Army man, and even if he were, his overwrought mind would be considered "disrespectful".

Yuanheng Yan was distracted by the events of yesteryear, and within a moment, the front army came to a halt.

Tingyun Shi, who was beside him, dismounted from his horse with a flash of his red cloak, which was lifted to the side by the river wind.

A leaf boat arrived.

It was an ordinary ferry, without any unnecessary decoration, the top of the tarp was with the warm river wind scraped up a corner, and because the river has accelerated, the wooden ferry is even a little loose, with Tingyun Shi step up slightly swaying.

He watched as Tingyun Shi took off his silver helmet and placed it at the dodo, then lifted his robe and bowed down.

The action is clean and crisp, the unique spirit of a teenage soldier.

As soldiers, they do not need to burn incense to invoke the soul, just three sturdy ringing heads.

Tingyun Shi took off his thin cloak.

The cloak with a red background and gold stripes, as if a red cloud was involved in the river.

Some soldiers responded by throwing their helmets, whips, and even the shoes and socks that their old mothers had sewn before they left into the river.

The veterans took the lead and shouted, and the recruits responded.

Gradually, the scattered shouts turned into a deafening chorus of

"Does it mean no clothes! With the son!!!"

"Does it mean no clothes! With the Son!!!"

"Does it mean no clothes! Clothes with the Son!!!"

After the clothing sacrifice, Tingyun Shi picked up his silver helmet with one hand and led his horse forward until the rear troops crossed the ferry, then he flew on his horse.

Yuanheng Yan, who had been watching him silently, asked him, "How many times have you done this?"

"Four times. This is the fifth time." Tingyun Shi said with slight regret, "I did it when I went to the frontier to visit my father. I didn't worship the time I fought in the war, and I couldn't worship when I came back."

Yuanheng Yan said, "That time you were injured, and sick and faint, Zhennanguan all wasted, no medicine for a while, when uncle entrusted me to watch over you, permission you do not have to worship."

Yuanheng Yan awkwardly tries to use the title of "Uncle Shi" to close the relationship with Tingyun Shi.

It had been a long time since he had heard it, and he kind of wanted to hear him call himself Heng Yuan.

Sure enough, Tingyun Shi said, "Thanks to Heng Yuan for that ...... time."

Yuanheng Yan lowered his head and couldn't help but show a happy smile where he couldn't see.

Raising his head, he was again a cold and solemn, picking up again: "These days, Uncle Shi has not been a letter ......"

As we speak, there is suddenly the sound of horses' hooves ahead.

Looking at the dress, it was a messenger in the Beifu Army.

The messenger met the young general, flew to the front of the horse, seems to have urgent information to report, face because of some wind, the muscles are a little stiff, also can not see is happy or sad.

Tingyun Shi leaned over: "What is it?"

The messenger gasped twice and clasped his fist, "Back to the young ...... general, Zhennanguan ...... has another good report! A few days ago, Vice General Yongzhou Bai intercepted a Nan Southern spy and got important information from him, and took Pei Zhou!"

Tingyun Shi heard the sound of cheering.

Pei Zhou is not a strategic place that soldiers must fight for, but it is a sharp edge that separates Dingyuan and Yongzhou. Now that Pei Zhou is taken, Dingyuan and Yongzhou will be connected, and a new defense line can be built!

He took out a letter from his arms, "This is a letter from the general to your family. Young General, I have to rush to the national capital to report the good news, so I will leave first."

In Yuanheng Yan's opinion, it was a normal thing for Uncle Shi to write to Yun Ting after the great victory.

However, Yuanheng Yan's eyes occasionally turned and found Ziling Chu, who had been riding behind Tingyun Shi, also looked happy, but his face was a bit dull, and the happy color looked a bit forced, which was really strange.

He secretly took note of it and did not mention it much.