Shark Lie Song

Northern Xinjiang

Uighur meeting hall.

"Marshal Bian must not stay in the tent again tonight, and must come with us to participate in the most important and lively festival!"

"Yes, yes, since Marshal Bian helped us drive away those Turkic bandits, our clan has never been so lively and happy. The girls in the clan are all dressed up specially today, and the boys also put their horses away early. Alright, let's wait for tonight!"

Sitting on the high seat, Bian Chaoge just smiled and didn't answer, and in the shadow of the large carved pillar next to him, Chen Fang also folded his arms and smiled lightly.

"You might as well let the lads dress up..."

Chen Fang joked in a low voice, and gave him a sideways look at Ge Ge, who immediately shut up.

Chen Fang, who rolled his eyes, ran to lie down on the beam with a little effort and didn't speak anymore.

Along the way, wherever they went, Chen Fang was responsible for cleaning the corners that people didn't clean all the year round with his own clothes.

There is no way, years of bad habits can be regarded as accompanying to death, people like cats don't mention it, and now the behavior is slowly moving closer to cats.

Bian Chaoge was actually curious about why Chen Fang always went to those dusty corners, but people still looked so clean and fresh every day—until he came out in the middle of the night and accidentally saw Chen Fang rubbing his pile with a wooden basin in his arms. clothes...

Bian Chaoge couldn't do it at that time, pointing at Chen Fang and laughing until he rolled all over the ground and beat the ground - the latter had a dazed face, and there was still a small cluster of foam on the tip of his nose.

What is it called?Oh yes, the contrast is cute!

Don't look at you, Chen Fang, five people and six people, the flower of Gaoling-it turns out that you also have such a life-like side!

Bian Chaoge specifically asked Chen Fang if he wanted to find an assistant for him too - after all, every senior general has one or several assistants to help him with his life.

What, could it be that when you were marching, the battle here was in full swing, and Xiao Qing had to wash his own clothes when he went to the battlefield?

That's definitely not possible.

This kind of special service for generals is fundamentally different from those of the internal affairs soldiers: first of all, their net worth must be clean, and many of them are from very aristocratic families-those concubine sons who are not very favored have received elite education in military general schools, but they don't have all kinds of wealth like the son-in-law. Such resources, all the fame and fortune you want need to be won by yourself.

Of course it also includes dignity.

Some people will ask why even this kind of chores need to be done by the children of the family. Isn't this an overkill?

This statement is wrong!

A philosopher once said that not everyone has what you have.

So for the vast majority of people, either they should accept their fate honestly, or they would risk their lives to fight against the sky.

You say face?

Does not exist - because the winners are qualified to talk about dignity, the world will not pay attention to the losers.

Chen Fang naturally refused, firstly because others may not be able to use it as smoothly as himself, and secondly - he is a bastard, not a fool, if he can be a staff officer by following the old general, what can he gain by following himself?

Of course, both of them knew very well that the account assigned to Chen Rang must be recorded directly on Bian Chaoge's head, so if there is a discerning person in this calculation, it must be a sure-fire deal.

But Chen Rang also didn't like to owe people favors - Bian Chaoge and Zhou Jue didn't count.

This matter will be over.

The battle has been fought for so long, even those who fight hard are a little tired—although Chen Fangren slipped away during their meeting, but he was still thinking in his heart that he must be pulled out by Bian Chaoge tonight. I locked myself in the hut and wiped the broken sword endlessly...

See things and think about people!

Chen Fang squatted on a dead Populus euphratica branch and looked at the handyman working underneath, with a grass tail stuffed in his mouth, chewing viciously, but in his heart he was angrily thinking about the "cold whistle" that Zhou Jue sent Bian Chaoge back then. scenario.

——"May it replace me and protect you for the rest of your life."

——"No, if you remember me from afar, I will be fine."

...Chen Fang really almost vomited out the overnight meal.

Zhou, you stay as long as possible and don't move for a while, I beg you.

Because, I have decided to be Chaoge's only sword...

In the evening, the voices of the people reached their peak, and clusters of bonfires began to meander and bloom in this land.

Outside the tent is the joy of singing and dancing in the world, and inside the tent... Rao Bian Chaoge is a person who has a lot of things to do, and love and career must be grasped with both hands. , got up and walked out of the tent, giving myself a long-lost vacation.

Bian Chaoge, who had just walked out of the tent, sat down again before taking a breath of fresh air outside the tent.

In front of the door, two young girls in bright red sari ran past. The decoration on the hem of the clothes brought a unique youthful voice, and they passed by Bian Chaoge's door like the wind, without even looking at Bian Chaoge.

Bian Chaoge smiled helplessly, shook his head and paused for two seconds before exerting his strength. He stood up with his right hand slightly supported on the ground.

Chen Fang, who had witnessed the whole process on the top of the tent, leaned forward and back with a smile, and simply lay down and rolled on the top of the tent. When he glanced out of the corner of his eye, his eyes flashed, and he fell to the ground toward the song without paying attention.

Bian Chaoge had folded his hands and shook his head helplessly, but when he saw that Chen Fang was about to fall to the ground, he was only slightly taken aback before subconsciously reaching out to pick it up.

Chen Fang fell steadily into Bian Chaoge's arms.

"Skin?"

Bian Chaoge hugged the kitten-like person in his arms, his eyes full of helplessness.

Chen Fang sticks out his tongue, puts it away when he sees it, jumps up with a wheel, plunges into the crowd and disappears.

Looking at his back, Bian Chaoge took a long while before retracting his open hand, bowing his head and smiling self-deprecatingly.

It is absolutely impossible for Chen Fang to fall to the ground, he must have done it on purpose.

But it doesn't matter, after all, I won't watch him fall and not pick it up.

But what's the point of all this?

After all, I still have Zhou Jue...

Chen Fang, don't force me anymore.

By your talents you should be an eagle soaring in the sky - but now you are willing to be the humblest mole, obsessed in the black and dirty mire.

If you can't let me go, then I have no choice but to cut off the root of love for you with my own hands.

Chaoge walked towards the most prosperous bonfire.

What he didn't notice was that after he left, Shun Qi, who had witnessed the whole process, also came out of the shade of the tree.

Shun Qi's eyes only flicked across Bian Chaoge's body, and then firmly locked on the bouncing bright red in the far distance...

His eyes are extremely infatuated, but thousands of emotions are only hidden in the frozen eyebrows, and no one else can see half of it.

This look is completely different from when he looked at Bian Chaoge - because even though he is the immediate boss, he only has sarcasm towards Bian Chaoge.

The red silk thread drives the two strands of tassels mixed with red and gold, and dances continuously as the master jumps up and down.

Go ahead and take in everything—and then close your eyes.His chest heaved violently several times, and it took a long time to calm down.

He slowly opened those bottomless eyes.

That dancing flame in the distance...

That was the rope Chen Fang used to tie his hair.