Chapter 195: Beautification, Ferry, third letter.

Chi Xiaochi's back is shaking slightly.

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

The voice was a little shaky, cat-scratchy, scratching Lou Ying's ear as if it were unintentionally titillating.

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

Lou Ying: "......"

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

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

On that day, Yan Jinhua was beaten up by a small group of local beggars because he was inexperienced in begging for food and occupied someone else's turf, tearing down the shack he had built with great difficulty, and making him leave the town with a crawling body.

The whole 80 points, which can only be exchanged for 5 minutes of physical time, is a useless piece of junk, and Chi Xiaochi cashed it in to make up his collection.

Chi Xiaochi said, "When this mission is over and we get back to the main God's space, we'll do this again."

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

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

Lou Ying's hold on him loosened.

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

Lou Ying's voice sounded behind him, no joy or anger could be heard, "What did you say you were going to do?"

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

The noise of stepping out of the tent woke Li Yeshu, who had been taking a nap outside, and without a word from Chi Xiaochi, he got up and went to fetch a small dish.

Chi Xiaochi faced the sky and took a deep breath.

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

Deliberately misinterpreting Lou Ying's meaning and deliberately provoking him, knowing that even if he was angry, he would not be very angry.

Chi Xiaochi wasn't slow, he just didn't want to get involved in more complicated emotions.

Just friendship would be nice.

Chi Xiaochi thought, Lou should like him a little bit.

But it should only be a little bit.

Lou Ying was such a gentle man, accommodating, honest, a bit noble in his bones, and yet all the more charming because of it, that Chi Xiaochi couldn't imagine anyone else who would be a good match for him.

Chi Xiaochi is like a man who has been poor for a long time and thought he would stay poor forever, and then suddenly he has a treasure that is as rich as a country, and while the treasure allows him to enjoy it and spend it, he prefers to put it in a box and sleep on a hard box to guard him.

Very strange psychology.

Chi Xiaochi let out a laugh, put away unnecessary thoughts, took the small tray Li Yeshu handed him, and re-entered the tent.

The tent's charming atmosphere, if any, was violently dispersed by Chi Xiaochi's declarations of dating, which made Chi Xiaochi a little more comfortable.

Lou Ying, as he expected, was considerate enough not to say anything romantic that would make his heart skip a beat.

For a while the only sounds in the tent were the tinny clinking of cups and bowls and the swallowing of warm soup into the mouth.

Lou Ying's eating behavior is very elegant, and Chi Xiaochi has been watching him, gradually calming down.

They also had to sleep, so A Shu prepared a small portion of food.

When she's about five minutes full, Lou Ying puts down her chopsticks, "Uh, okay."

Chi Xiaochi removes the small table and dishes from the bed and rejoins Lou Ying, tucking him in and then closing his eyes as if he were ready to fall asleep.

He thought that people should be sleepy when they had eaten enough, and when Lou Ying went to sleep, he could fall asleep with a hypnosis card ......

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

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

Chi Xiaochi, a finger poke is crooked.

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

Lou Ying paused for a moment, as if weighing what words would be more appropriate.

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

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

He felt something was wrong with the situation.

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

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

Lou Ying gentlemanly solicited his opinion, "Upon returning to the house? Do you prefer the kitchen, the bathroom, or the bed?"

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

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

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

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

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

Lou Ying: "Shall I play it for you."

Chi Xiaochi, there's no sound from there.

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

...... obviously has an amnesia card but it doesn't work, not bad, an improvement.

He sits up and looks at Chi Xiaochi, who has fallen into a deep sleep, and lets out a small sigh.

Lou Ying knew what was wrong with Chi Xiaochi.

Memories do glorify a person.

Chi Xiaochi may not have realized that in his mind, Lou Ying had been glorified too much.

A teenager who excels in his studies, is mechanically proficient, has a good temper and not much of a stand, will occasionally agonize over a question he got wrong, will forget about the fried egg in the pan because he's so engrossed in doing it, and can only look at the charred mess in the pan.

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

At least God doesn't die or get formatted, oblivious to the secrets of the system.

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

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

"But I'm not a figment of your imagination."

"I want a lot of things, I have desires, and 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 disheveled covers on Chi Xiaochi's forehead without any more intimate gestures, and whirled around to support himself with his arms as he got off the floor and settled into the wheelchair, looking down between his legs with a bitter smile.

Being a panther is going to take care of itself and so is being in a wheelchair.

Li Yeshu was guarding the outside of the tent, and vaguely heard one or two suppressed muffled grunts from inside the tent; he pricked up his ears to listen carefully, but felt that he didn't 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 the southern border.

Because of the deepening of spring, the ice and snow melt, the river with ice wrapped in jade, turbulent and down, like a bridleless horse.

"Horses Without Borders" is also the name given to the river by the local Aboriginal people.

There were also quite a few veterans in the group who were responsible for escorting grain and grass all year round, and the further along the river, the louder the sound of chee chee cha cha within the group became, as if everyone was discussing one thing in whispers.

Yan Yuanheng was a bit strange, "What are they talking about?"

Shi Tingyun rode on his white horse, the white spikes on his silver helmet bristling with the river wind.

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

Ferry?

Yes, look at the terrain here, if he remembers correctly, there is a boat crossing in front of him.

Yan Yuanheng fell silent.

One winter day when he was still a young boy, the Southern Border raised a war.

Southland cavalry army superior, is prepared, Shi Jinghong then was only a young general just out of his early twenties, not long after the first leader of the military power, the fierce battle with the large team separated, along the river and fighting and retreating, in a leaf boat near the fierce battle, Shi Jinghong side narrowly won the end of the temporary.

That battle, blood stained the Yingjiang River.

The pursuers will come at any time, the ground is full of corpses can not be buried, Shi Jinghong and fear of the southern border people will kill corpses and trample on the corpses, had to bear the pain and ordered the soldiers in the Central Plains corpses pushed into the blood-red river water.

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

The following year, the world was at peace.

A veteran soldier who had been working as a fire chief in the Beifu army for many years invited Shi Jinghong to meet him early one morning, and when he met him, he bowed to him, saying incoherently, "Many thanks to General Shi, many thanks to General Shi.

Shi Jinghong, confused, picked him up and asked what was wrong.

He held up a letter, tears pouring, said, his wife wrote yesterday, the letter said, she dreamed of her son came home to come, wearing blood-stained iron armor, soaking wet, and did not say anything, but only kowtowed three times in front of the door.

Upon awakening, 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 traces of water left there.

The fire-head army sobbed uncontrollably, said, if not for General Shi to guide the way, his son's soul is difficult to return, thank you General Shi generous grace.

He did not hear Shi Jinghong response for a long time, looked up and realized, to his dismay, that the superior Shi Jinghong was also sobbing.

Since then, the Northern Household Army has set the rules.

Wherever the Northern troops passed a leafy boat, they were required to dismount and lead their horses.

The Lord General is required to kneel in front of the ferry to offer his clothes, guard the dead souls of the warriors in the river, and return home in his clothes.

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

No sacrifice in times of war, no sacrifice in emergencies, no sacrifice without honor.

Last time when Yan Yuanheng led his army to send help, he also passed by this place, and because of the emergency situation, he didn't stop all the way, and rushed directly from a leaf boat to the past.

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

After all, he wasn't a member of the Northern army, and even if he was, it would still be considered "disrespectful" in light of his excessively turbulent state of mind.

Yan Yuanheng was distracted by thoughts of past years, and in less than a moment, the front army stopped.

Shi Tingyun at his side inclined his body to dismount, and with a flash of his crimson cloak, he was lifted to one side by the river wind.

A leafy boat has arrived.

It was an ordinary ferry without any extra decoration, the tarp on top was lifted up by the warm river wind, and because the river had accelerated, the wooden ferry was even a little loose, swaying slightly as Shi Tingyun stepped on it.

He watched as Shi Tingyun removed his silver helmet and placed it at the head of the ferry, then lifted his robe and bowed down.

The movements were clean and crisp, with a willfulness unique to teenage soldiers.

As soldiers, they don't need to burn incense to invoke their souls, just three solid thumps on the head.

Shi Tingyun removed his thin cloak.

The cloak with gold stripes on a red background seemed like a red cloud rolling into the river.

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

The veterans led the shouting match, and the recruits responded.

Gradually, the scattered shouts became a deafening unison:

"It is not said that there are no clothes! with my son!!!"

"Is it not said that there are no clothes! With the son of the same zephyr!!!"

"Is it not said that there is no garment! with your son in the same clothes!!!"

After the ceremony, Shi Tingyun picked up the silver helmet with one hand and led his horse forward until the rear troops had crossed the ferry, when Fang Cai flew onto his horse.

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

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

Yan Yuanheng said, "On that occasion you were wounded and sick and faint, Zhennan Pass was in a state of disrepair and there was no medicine for a while, and Uncle Shi entrusted me with the task of watching over you and licensed you not to bow down."

Yan Yuanheng clumsily tries to draw Shi Tingyun closer by addressing him as "Uncle Shi".

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

Sure enough, Shi Tingyun said, "That ...... time thanks to Yuanheng."

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

Raising his head, he was again cold and solemn, and said again and again, "These days, Uncle Toki has not been able to write ......"

As he spoke, there was suddenly the sound of horses' hooves in front of him.

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

The messenger saw the young general face to face, flew his horse to the front, seems to have an urgent situation to report, face because of some wind, muscles are a little stiff, can not tell whether it is happy or sad.

Shi Tingyun leaned over, "What is it?"

The messenger gasped twice and cupped his fists and said, "Back to the young ...... general, there is another good news from the Zhennan Pass ......! A few days ago, Vice Admiral Bai of Yongzhou intercepted a Southern Border scout and probed him for vital information, taking Peizhou down!"

Shi Tingyun applauded at the sound.

Peizhou is not what the soldiers must fight for strategic places, but it is a sharp blade to divide Dingyuan and Yongzhou, now Peizhou take, Dingyuan and Yongzhou through, will be able to build a new defense line!

He pulled out a letter from his pocket, "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 Yan Yuanheng's view, it was perfectly normal for Uncle Toki to write to Tingyun after a great victory.

However, Yan Yuanheng's eyes occasionally turned around and noticed that Chu Ziling, who had been riding behind Shi Tingyun on horseback, although he also had a joyful look on his face, the light on his face was a bit dim, and the joyful look was a bit forced, which was really strange.

He made a secret note of it and didn't mention it much.