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Chapter Ninety-Five

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    Songzhou in early spring is a thriving scene.

    Except for the fact that there were more soldiers patrolling the streets than usual, the common people did not feel that the change of ownership of the capital had much impact on them.

    Ji Changchuan is well known for his ability to govern the army. Even though there were many rumors about his uprising against Wei, the Tiger and Leopard Riders did not do anything harmful after all.  One eye is closed.

    In a place like the Southern Territory, where wars are often raging, the aloof Master Wei actually doesn't have much sense of belonging to them. On the contrary, the dignitaries who bully others all day long are annoying. Even if the governor and the governor are both imprisoned, no one will stand up  Cry out for them.

    The remaining Fenghuo cavalry in Pingxiang Pass faced them across a plain.

    The other party is probably also very afraid, except that after a few small fights just after capturing Songzhou, both sides stood still.

    Ji Changchuan took over three or five decent big towns near Songzhou, and quickly opened granaries and bank depots. He first treated the more than ten thousand wounded surviving in the barracks, and then recruited troops from the surrounding area with a lot of money and land.

    Xiang Huan seldom went deep into the border cities. I don¡¯t know if he was afraid of poverty. The number of recruits who signed up for the army in a few days was actually very considerable, and most of them were honest farmers with simple minds and well-developed limbs. They were indeed good materials for gang fights  .

    Unlike rich people, many people live on the one-third of an acre of land. Compared with national affairs, good land and beautiful houses may be tempting.

    During this time, all the top generals in the barracks were transferred to train new recruits, and Xiang Huan was fined for two months of night watch. He almost left early and returned late. Many times he didn't even bother to eat, so he took a quick sleep.  Then go out.

    It was rare that one morning he got up half an hour late, and while he was wearing the belt of his soft armor, he walked quickly towards the front hall, thinking that he could eat something warm.

    There are mixed people living in the mansion, men, women, old and young, of different ages.  After all, it is a group of big bosses who are in charge of the house. The breakfast is quite casual. The servants only cook the meals according to the head.  It's a bit of a barracks style.

    As soon as Xiang Huan entered, he saw the Wan family and his wife inside, and Wan Yan was sitting in front of him drinking porridge leisurely.

    He glanced at the other party, and based on the principle that the enemy will not attack me, I will not attack the enemy, and chose a place farthest from him to sit.

    Yu Fei was facing Xiang Huan, and when he saw this, he raised his foot and kicked him on the head, "Hey, why do you have time to eat today?"

    Xiang Huan: "You Cang and I changed shifts."

    After just two sips of plain porridge, Xiang Huan still couldn't help but look at Wanyan, but the old father-in-law didn't even look at him, acting like a gentleman, he just ate the steamed buns like a delicacy.

    "Xiang Huan."

    Wan Yao walked in quickly, carrying a tray of steaming steamers.

    Her face was blush from the smoke, and she was very energetic when she saw her face glowing red.

    The steamer has two drawers, upper and lower, and Wanyao was panting a little, and excitedly placed it by his hand, "I went to the kitchen to make quicksand buns for you, try it."

    As soon as the lid was opened, a milky smell came out.

    Yu Fei was so far away, he couldn't help drooling, envious: It's really a blessing to have a daughter-in-law who can cook.

    After Xiang Huan sniffed lightly, he raised his eyebrows and praised: "It smells so good?"

    Wan Yao smiled and urged: "Eat it just out of the pan, while it's hot."

    The stuffing of quicksand buns has the taste of egg yolk and milk. Xiang Huan himself likes to eat salted egg yolk. He has always had confidence in Wan Yao's craftsmanship, and he is reaching for it. The front is neither light nor heavy.  With a sound.

    After coughing, he didn't speak, but put down the bowl and spoon in a vague manner.

    The two people froze, and looked at each other for a moment. Wanyao took the lead in responding, winked at Xiang Huan quietly, and pulled out the upper layer.

    "Uh, Dadthese six are specially made for you. They don't taste that sweet and are just right for your taste." She hurriedly took them over as a gesture of goodwill, and specially took the chopsticks and arranged them respectfully for him.

    Wan Yan still didn't say anything, she hummed indifferently, raised her chopsticks again and started eating.

    Seeing that his mouth was blocked, Wan Yao walked back to Xiang Huan lightly, and whispered to him to eat quickly.

    The latter had just picked up a piece, and before he could put it in his mouth, the old man's unique cough sounded again, which seemed to get worse, and every sound was full of undisguised dissatisfaction.

    Xiang Huan suddenly lost most of his appetite, the bun was hanging in the air, he slowly closed his mouth, and looked at the other party with cold eyes and lips.

    &nb?It¡¯s not as arrogant as it seems, although it¡¯s not the first time, I can¡¯t help being nervous

    However, the corridor is really a place where people come and go. Soon, footsteps can be heard faintly not far away. After all, Wanyao is not as thick-skinned as him. She was the first to realize the crisis and slapped him on the back in panic to let him go.  .

    The young man finally let go of her lips, sighed with some regret, then reacted swiftly, took the girl in front of him behind the mahogany pillar, and looked out to observe the movement in the garden.

    Wan Yao took this opportunity to plunge into his chest to calm down.

    After all, it is a girl who always feels at a loss.

    Three or two cleaning servants were talking and laughing with their brooms, waiting for them to walk away, Xiang Huanfang looked away.

    Wan Yao had already raised his head, his face was a little red, and he deliberately asked him: "Are you still angry now?"

    He asked as if he was taking advantage of himself, but after thinking about it, he was indeed taking advantage.  Xiang Huan was inexplicably uncomfortable, he just touched his red earlobe speechlessly.

    So she took out a piece of pancake wrapped in oil paper from the small bag at her waist, "Look, I also left you a roujiamo Do you want to eat it?"

    Xiang Huan stared at her with downcast eyes, tossing and turning between whether to bend his waist for five buckets of rice.  Finally, he opened his mouth honestly, and the latter looked at it contemptuously, and stuffed the pancake in quite tacitly. The young man bit off half of it, and ate it with gusto.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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