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Chapter 110

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    The north wind howled in the first month.

    It was another year of war-torn winter. In my memory, these few times of New Year's Eve seemed to have never calmed down. Either I was trapped in the city and was besieged by people, or I ran with the army between the big and small cities.

    The war between the North and the South seems to never stop. Over time, the people living in the cracks have also become accustomed to this situation of a small battle in three days and a big battle in five days.  It means to be drunk today.

    Wanyao went to the medical center to borrow a few books. She has the habit of consulting local chronicles and local medicinal herb collections wherever she goes. The medical books she often used were not taken away when she left home. During the two years of war,  Instead, she had this opportunity to rewrite a collection of notes.

    Wan Yao was passing by the city gate with three or two books in his arms, when there was a commotion outside for some reason.

    The civilians who were living in peace shouted and fled in all directions. The generals guarding the gate seemed to be alarmed by something, holding their knives and guns as if they were facing an enemy.

    She stood on the long street and looked around strangely. On the official road leading to the city from the outskirts, a man in an iron mask wearing a Wei Jun uniform was walking unsteadily towards this side.

    His figure was even bigger than the average strong man, his arms were muscular, and he howled indistinctly. He seemed to be in great pain, but the strength in his hands did not decrease at all.  The approaching soldiers were pushed and flew out.

    "It's the single 'Iron Faced Army', hurry up, call the brothers from West City to help!"

    The tiger and leopard riders patrolling the street ran past her with weapons in hand.

    Worried about casualties, Wan Yao found a safe place to watch the battle, and did not rush away.

    Although the man in the iron mask was powerful, he was single and weak. As more and more guards gathered around him, he was finally no match for four hands, and was quickly poked into a sieve by everyone with guns.

    The huge body fell down with a bang, splashing billowing dust all over the ground.

    Surrounded by people's lingering fear of emotion.

    Wan Yuanyuan waited for a while, seeing that there was no danger, and then raised her skirt and stepped forward to treat several wounded soldiers who fell to the ground.

    She often ran to the barracks, and many tiger and leopard riders knew her, so they immediately vacated their seats and carefully enshrined this Buddha.

    Most of the soldiers who were shot into the air by the man in the iron mask suffered injuries to their muscles and bones. Wanyao quickly performed a simple bone-bonding treatment on them, and at the same time sent someone to prepare a stretcher.

    "This is not the front line, how could there be a mighty army? Is it Yang who wants to send troops to attack?"

    Seeing her question, a soldier immediately replied: "It has nothing to do with the sneak attackMiss Wan, you don't know that the 'Zhuansheng Pill' consumes the body's energy, and many of the first batch of people who took this medicine lost control one after another.  Blood vessels all over his body swelled, and the pain was so unbearable that he beat anyone he saw, regardless of enemy or friend."

    He said: "Yang Qi couldn't handle it by himself, so he simply released these scourges outside the camp and let them fend for themselves. Instead, we helped wipe a lot of buttocks. It's really abominable."

    The soldier spoke angrily, but Wan Yao turned his gaze back to look at the corpse of the iron-faced army that was like a hill not far away.

    Several soldiers guarding the city worked together to lift him up, and were about to throw him out of the city. The iron lump covering his face fell with a clang, and under the mask was a facial features that could not be distinguished from the original face.

    In troubled times, human life is like duckweed, which can be flattened and rounded by various forces. When it is useful, it will be exchanged, and when it is useless, it will be discarded. Think about how many dynasties have changed in thousands of years, isn't it all here?

    On the way back, the long street has returned to calm.

    Ji Changchuan probably didn't have a family, and the population was not prosperous, so he used to like to find a big house to gather everyone together to chat. Although he didn't go back to the house often, he still liked to watch the people coming and going in his mansion.  It looks a little smoky.

    Wan Yao went in through the corner door with a book in his hand, wanting to study it while he has nothing to do.  Just as he was passing the corner and going to his room, he seemed to see two figures standing in the backyard in a blink of an eye.

    After all, it's a girl, and it's hard to suppress her gossip.

    She quietly took back the foot that had just stepped into the hanging flower door, and moved back a few steps.

    Very strange.

    Standing in that courtyard was Yu Wenjun, and the one in front of him was not Huaisheng, but a girl Wanyao didn't recognize. The two of them were talking softly, not knowing what they were talking about.

    The girl turned her back to her sideways, taller than Huai Sheng, but lowered her head very low, looking timid.  Not long after, she handed over a sachet and a letter with a shy expression on her face.

    This picture is clearly expressing his heart, and when he sees that the situation is wrong, it will be very difficult for Wan Yao to avoid it.

    ??General, can I have that leg of lamb?  "

    "It's better to bake the skin crispy Sister Chen, if you don't use hot sauce, can you borrow me to brush it?"

    "Brother Qin Zheng"

    She has a sweet mouth, and all the uncles, sisters, and brothers yelled all over the place, and her mouth was full of oil, but she even went to Mrs. Wan, "Aunt Wan, do you eat tenderloin? It's delicious!"

    Seeing her eating, the latter hurriedly avoided her, and dodged to the side in disgust: "No, there's no need."

    Fortunately, Xiang Yuanyuan just asked politely and didn't plan to continue pestering her. Seeing her refusal, she jumped up and down to find someone else to make trouble for.

    Seeing the girl's insane madness, Mrs. Wan couldn't help but lament in her heart: Xiang's mansion is indeed the biggest dye vat in the capital!

    The people present were in groups of three or four, and soon they were divided into two completely different types. The older ones shared their emotions with each other, singing songs about wine, chatting about the current situation and the future direction;  "Life must be enjoyed in time" and "Tomorrow's sorrow will come tomorrow's sorrow", it's not gags or talking and laughing, even if the war is still far away, but with today's wine, those families and countries can be left behind for a short time.

    Qin Zheng wasn't used to mutton, but he didn't like being absent, so he just sat there and drank with a plate of peanuts.

    Chen Wenjun looked around, quietly pulled down his sleeves on the table, and then took out a two-layer box.

    "What?" The corners of his lips slightly raised, curious.

    "I know you won't be able to eat much today, so I secretly went to the kitchen to make some snacks." Her tone was like offering a treasure, but she was a little cautious, "Try it."

    "You did it?" The young man's eyes were black and white, and there was surprise and a hint of an unclear smile.

    "Yes." The girl next to her was pure-hearted, with anticipation in her eyes.

    He cooperatively picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. After chewing it twice, the smile on his lips could no longer be concealed.

    "What's wrong?" Chen Wenjun asked tentatively.

    The young man smiled and said nothing, "You're done, have you eaten yourself?"

    "not yet¡­¡­"

    Hearing the words, he stopped asking any more questions, and continued to write piece by piece slowly.

    Chen Wenjun stared unconvinced, and took a sip of the pastry he had eaten. As soon as the pastry was eaten, her calm expression collapsed in an instant, and she silently put away the box.

    After all, she is a young lady who does not touch the spring water with her ten fingers, and has never been in the kitchen to do rough work.  Qin Zheng, who has been with her for so long, is naturally aware of this.

    He smiled indifferently, held her hand and took the food box away, "Whatever you want to eat next time, I'll just make it for you, so there's no need for such trouble." The young man comforted, "If you really want to learn, you might as well go to  Miss Wanyao, please ask me."

    Chen Wenjun did not refute, looked at him, nodded obediently, "Yes."

    Yu Fei sat closest to the two of them, and suddenly he was stuffed with a mouthful of food, and he changed the place with his wine glass without saying anything.

    He raised his eyes and saw Qin Zheng and Chen Wenjun on the left, and Huaisheng and Yu Wenjun on the right. They were in pairs everywhere, and he could almost blind his star-like eyes!

    "It's too much." In the end, he could only choose to walk towards the small pavilion where Xiang Huan was staying, feeling aggrieved all the way, "I hate those who show affection in public, isn't that bullying!"

    As soon as the words fell, the good brother cut a piece of mutton and handed it to Wanyao, and then wiped a little oil on the girl's cheeks so naturally.

    Yu Fei: ""

    He was at a loss for words for a moment, and felt that the air in his stomach would explode on the spot the next moment.

    "Hey, Xiang Huan." Yu Datou sat down beside him bitterly, "Brother, I'm still single, can't you help me think of a way?"

    The latter ate the meat slowly, "What do you want me to help you with?"

    Yu Fei grabs a handful of grass and thinks about life.  After thinking about it, he suddenly had an idea, and said very "cleverly": "Hey, Yuanyuan Yuanxi was born ten years ago, right? Next year it will be fourteen, can I¡ª"

    Before he finished speaking, Xiang Huan kicked him in the buttocks, directly kicking him down the steps, concisely: "No, get out!"

    He sat down and wailed, "Why haven't I finished talking like this! What's wrong with me, brother-in-law"

    "Brother-in-law" got goosebumps all over his body from howling, and raised the knife, "Stop yelling, if you yell again, I'll beat you up!"

    The night wind is cold, and the frost is pervasive.

    Wanyao huddled behind Xiang Huan to use his body to shelter from the wind, but she listened quietly to the chatter of people around her, and the intermingling of wine and wine, like a peaceful and prosperous world, and the world is peaceful.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)??But he listened quietly to the chatter of people around him, and the exchange of wine and wine, as if in a peaceful and prosperous age, and the world was peaceful.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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