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Wan Yao's heart immediately lifted up, that was Yu Wenjun's young horse, a little gray in the night.
What about Xiang Huan?
Did he not come back?
But no matter how wide-eyed she was, there was only Yu Wenjun riding his horse alone in the dark night.
Under such circumstances, there are only two possibilities, either he failed to find Xiang Huan and returned without success; or he encountered something very important and had to retreat temporarily.
Having been together for so long, Wanyao knows a little bit about people like them. A promise is worth a thousand dollars. If something happens to Xiang Huan, he will try his best to bring them back.
So at least it means that the person is still alive.
Even though he thought so, the chill on his back was still creeping up inch by inch, and in the end even his close-fitting clothes were soaked in cold sweat.
The horses approached, and the smell of blood could already be smelled.
Wanyao couldn't help running a few steps forward, and went to the street. The azurite bunt worn by Yu Wenjun was almost dyed red, and the green hair barely stopped in front of her. The heat of running almost spread out in the cold winter months layer of fog.
"General Yuwen!" She stood under the horse and asked anxiously, "How is Xiang Huan?"
Wan Yao looked at the end of the long street where the silhouette could not be seen clearly, "Didn't he come back with you?"
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"Him?" After seeing him for a long time and skipping only one word, Wan Yao couldn't help asking, "Did something happen to him?"
"he¡¡"
Just the moment Yu Wenjun was about to speak, the bloody figure under the horse turned around and jumped up. He had been hiding under the horse's belly before!
The young man was in a state of embarrassment, his hair was in a disheveled bun, his cheeks were sticking to his cheeks in strands of blood, his young face was obviously so ferocious at first glance, but he also had a slightly teasing smile, which was too flamboyant.
Wanyao was stunned for a moment, she looked up at Xiang Huan who was immediately covered in injuries, and felt that the sudden ups and downs, the mood after great sorrow and joy, was so messy that people were at a loss.
She just looked at him like that, seeing his unscrupulous brows and eyes, ignorant of the heights of heaven and earth, for a moment, she felt the urge to cry.
"How is it?" Rao's mouth was full of blood, but Xiang Huan still used his elbow to poke Yu Wenjun, "I said it can scare her?"
Boys always take playing tricks for fun.
He shook his head dumbfounded, not understanding the point of frightening a little girl like this.
"She is worried about you, why bother to bully her all the time."
Xiang Huan coughed and laughed, and only after coughing did he realize that Wan Yao was still in a daze. He jumped to the ground with the saddle propped up, and leaned slightly, trying to see the expression in her eyes.
However, the girl's brows and eyes were blurred by the blood in his sight, and he couldn't see anything clearly for a while.
"Are you really scared?" Xiang Huan pressed the top of Wanyao's head casually, "It's okay."
"I was injured, and those people were worse off than me. At least half of them died, so it's not a loss."
?The young man's speech is light and calm, relying on his youth and vigor, he never takes matters of life and death to heart.
And the girl's patience finally came to an end, she grabbed his sleeve and her hands were trembling: "Is this just for fun!"
"Do you know how to cherish your life!?"
"Understood, understood pity my life, I know." He did not hide it perfunctorily, and then stretched his bloody other hand forward, as if offering a treasure, "Look!"
It was too late for Yu Wenjun to stop it. An unrecognizable head was hanging there, and there was a certain smile on his lips, "I got it."
Fortunately, Xiang Huan moved quickly, and quickly retracted after shaking it.
"Xiao Huan!"
How can anyone show off his head to a girl! This kid!
But he explained loosely: "I didn't scare her."
"Aren't you scared?!"
Wan Yao was born as an only daughter, and she has never had the experience of having to fight or rob. To her, meritorious deeds are illusory, and she doesn't understand why it is worth fighting with her life.
But at this moment, it can be seen that the joy beyond words in Xiang Huan's eyebrows is completely different from the impatience and fierceness in the daytime.
After all, you are young, and whatever emotions you have in your heart are written on your face.
She could only helplessly breathe a sigh of relief, and first pushed him in to stop the bleeding and heal his wounds.
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The bloody battle at Baishipo, within three days, has spread far and near.
Not to mention the cottage that blocked the road and robbed it, the soldiers under someone's command also died all over the place.
 Seeing that she would pick this object, Xiang Huan was stunned for a moment, and hugged him unconsciously, obviously hesitating, "What do you want it for? It's useless to you."
The girl on the opposite side smiled and joked, "Don't you say you will give me everything you want? Are you reluctant?"
Realizing that she had reversed his command, Xiang Huan raised his eyelids and said seriously, "This doesn't count Hey, don't laugh, I'm serious!"
Seeing that he was indeed frowning, Wanyao closed the corners of her lips, sat upright on the chair, tilted her head and thought for a while.
"Um¡¡"
Xiang Huan listened carefully on the opposite side.
"If you really want to give me something" Wan Yao thought for a while, "Just give me back a hairpin."
The last time he took it away, there is still no bones left!
The boy sat on the edge of the bed and thought about it.
The night wind with the breath of the year blew the half-opened windows creaking, looking out from the house, it is a rare bustling and prosperous town in Enyang.
Even the simplest red lanterns, hanging all over the street, are brilliant lights.
? When Yu Wenjun walked out of the post post, the hustle and bustle of the bazaar hit his face. What he saw was the faces of people brimming with joy and happiness, and the surroundings were filled with voices of hawking, bargaining, and soliciting business.
"Young master, how about some good sweet cake?"
"The ancestral sauce cake, if it is not delicious, you will not be charged!"
And behind him, Huai Sheng still followed quietly without saying a word, keeping his eyes fixed all the way.
She may be a few years younger than Wanyao, and her figure is a little thinner. When she walked with him, her hair only reached her shoulders including the ends of her hair.
Yu Wenjun looked sideways slightly, and the eyes of the girl hiding in his shadow were calm.
As soon as the newly lit candles in the inn projected over, they clearly illuminated the numerous new and old injuries on her neck, chin and forearm.
When the subtle light from the iron ring was faintly reflected on his cheeks, his pupils shrank suddenly as if they were being pricked by needles, and immediately revealed distressing eyes.
"HuaiHuaisheng."
The girl who kept bowing her head raised her head as she said, "General."
Yu Wenjun looked at her gently, trying to make his expression look natural.
"Are you hungry? Do you want some food?"
She suddenly stood up very straight, "The general is hungry, so I am hungry."
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The next sentence, I'm afraid he can guess it himself: If the general wants to eat, I will eat.
Yu Wenjun couldn't help but smiled helplessly, "Okaythen let's go eat something."
"Is there anything you want to eat?"
Huaisheng shook his head, "I will eat whatever the general eats."
So he stopped asking, touched her head, turned around and motioned for her to follow.
Although the town is not big, there are quite a few restaurants of all kinds. Yu Wenjun walked and looked around, wondering what kind of food Huai Sheng would like to eat, but after thinking for a long time, he realized that she usually doesn't pick at all, almost It is what to eat.
At this moment, the clear and shallow footsteps behind him stopped suddenly, and Yu Wenjun turned around hesitantly.
A few steps away, amidst the dim lights of the city, the girl stood quietly in front of a small stall, her quiet eyes and eyebrows looked like a clean and simple landscape painting.
Although plain and unpretentious, it is meaningful.
Huaisheng didn't know how much he paid the shopkeeper. He only saw her stepping on her feet to take a small object from a high place, and then she showed a rare expression in her eyes, and ran towards him with her hands in her hands.
"General."
She stood still in front of her, as if she was precious, and spread out the things in her palm for him to see.
"A small portrait of the general."
Yu Wenjun was taken aback for a moment, the scarred little hand in his sight was holding a black-armored masked man, with clear facial features, a long sword pointing to the ground, rough and cheap workmanship.
But he was stunned for a long time.
The little girl on the opposite side passed her hand forward, and her tone was as flat as ever: "It's for the general."
On the slender wrist, the unsuitable iron ring gently slid to her forearm, stuck there with difficulty and obscurity, like an impenetrable cage.
Yu Wenjun gritted his teeth tightly, the corners of his lips twitched faintly due to the force, and he held the mask carefully after a while.
"Thanks."
There was a faint light in his star eyes, and he repeated with a light smile, "Thank you."
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