lustful

Shuofang City.

Huo Yunshan is discussing with Yunxiaolu about building the city.

Now he understands that the imperial court will not give him too much for a while.Build whatever you can.

Zhan Fei looked at the two of them worried, and murmured: "Actually, you don't need to build anything else. Now that the city wall has been rebuilt here, there is no need to demolish the things in the old city. The people live as usual. There is one thing we It has to be built first."

"What?" Huo Yunshan looked at him eagerly, now he urgently needs to find something to do, this period cannot fail.

Zhan Fei looked at his eyes, and said firmly: "We can build a high platform first, so that everyone in the four directions will know that the chariot general, waiting in the clouds, is going to make his home in Shuofang. Let the people in the four directions join him."

Yun Xiaolu clapped his hands: "This is good!"

He looked at Huo Yunshan: "Little Huo, let's build the high platform first. After building the high platform, our life is not in vain."

Huo Yunshan frowned, and finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, I will immediately order the craftsmen and civilians to build a high platform. This one...is called the Surrender Platform!"

In his whole life, he must leave something behind, otherwise, he would have no heirs and no lover, and he would live in this world like a walking dead.

Huo Yunshan firmly thought that when he died, he must be buried where he could see the surrender platform.

That, perhaps, is the destination of his soul.

Seeing him in a daze, Zhan Fei felt that the situation was not good, so he asked Yun Xiaolu with his eyes.

Yun Xiaolu sighed, and pushed Zhan Fei back to his big tent.

"What's wrong with him, he went to the capital, why did he become... dumbfounded when he came back." Zhan Fei said.

Yun Xiaolu smiled wryly: "He is... broken in love."

Zhan Fei sneered: "Manly man, such a trivial matter has become like this, he is too childish."

Yun Xiaolu said: "When he is no longer childish, then is the time to worry."

Zhan Fei felt that what he said made sense, so he didn't say anything.

He clearly remembered that when Xiaobai and him left, they clearly loved each other, why did they become like this?

Yun Xiaolu shook his hand: "Who can understand their affairs."

Huo Yunshan sent Yun Xiaolu and the others away, and fell asleep on the bed.

It's still early and it's too early to go to bed.

Now his life is very regular, unless he has military affairs, he must finish his work before going to bed.

Before, when he was bored, he always invited people to drink with him, or read a book in the big tent.He is not too picky about the types of books, and sometimes he reads Fengyue Stories.

He had to admit that he was cowardly when he was a teenager.

He is not like Xiaobai who smells chickens and dances, nor is he as hardworking as Zhanfei.He spends most of his time fooling around with foxes and friends, and he has also developed the habit of watching various legendary stories.

The novel experiences in the story and the magnificent and lingering love of the protagonists fascinated him for a time.

But now, those stories can no longer move him.

He feels that in this world, there is no one who is as affectionate as he is, and there is no one who is as good as Xiaobai.

It's too hard, why do people have feelings?

He obviously gave more sincerity than the people in the story. He gave so much of his life, and he spent his whole life waiting for Xiaobai.

Why can't God let him be happy too.

He went to bed early, but the others did not.

In my sleep, it seemed that someone was singing.

Persuading you not to hesitate the golden garments, and persuading you to take care of your youth.

The flowers can be folded straight and must be folded.

In his dream, Huo Yunshan felt that the singer's heart was broken, and he didn't want to wake up.

But he didn't wake up, and the song kept ringing in his ears.

He was finally woken up.

"Come here..." Huo Yunshan called out in a low voice.

The attendant came in: "What is the general's order?"

Huo Yunshan rubbed his eyes: "Why is it so noisy outside, what happened?"

Huo Yunshan took a glance at the leak, and only missed a little bit. It turned out that he hadn't slept for long at all.

The waiter said in a low voice, "It's Qiu Niang who is singing, and everyone is watching."

Huo Yunshan rubbed his forehead, Qiuniang is a singer, she was exiled in Shuofang City, she traveled around and could sing folk songs from many places, everyone in the military camp wanted to hear him sing.

A few days ago, Yun Xiaolu invited her to the barracks to sing for the soldiers.

Autumn has arrived, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon.

Huo Yunshan couldn't sleep because of the noise, so he put on his clothes and got up to watch the excitement.

Tonight, Qiuliang sang the songs of the capital in the big tent on Yunxiaolu. The generals from the capital were very happy and drank a little too much.

Huo Yunshan came in with a dejected face, embarrassing the happy generals.

Huo Yunshan is not in a good mood recently, and he has a tendency to become friends with Lin Hengzhi.

Seeing him coming, Yun Xiaolu hurriedly let him sit down: "You came just in time, Qiuniang is singing. You haven't seen her singing yet."

Huo Yunshan glanced at the purple-clothed Qiu Niang on the stage, and felt that she was gentle and tender, but she was already past the age of a public flower girl, and she looked about 20 years old.

Divas at this age are thinking about getting married.

It is the fate of a singer for the eldest to marry a businessman. No matter how beautiful a woman is, no matter how attractive she was when she was a teenager, she will still marry when she is old.

Huo Yunshan's eyes fell on Qiuniang lightly, and said warmly: "I heard you singing when I was sleeping just now, can you sing the song just now again."

Qiu Niang bowed to him and saluted him, and said softly, "Of course I am willing to present a song for the general."

Then Huo Yunshan saw many beautiful girls dancing on the stage.

Their dancing posture is graceful, and their bodies are as light as birds.

Qiuniang is holding the huqin and playing and singing softly.

"Persuade you not to hesitate the golden robes, and persuade you to hesitate to take your youth.

The flowers can be folded straight and must be folded, not to be folded without flowers. "

Huo Yunshan took a sip of his wine.

He felt something burning inside him, as if it was going to tear his heart apart.

He didn't hesitate to take the flowers when he was a teenager, and he didn't pick the flowers. He waited for that person for 20 years.

I have been waiting since he said he wanted to be his wife.

The cold drink entered his throat, and he became a little more sober.

That kind of cold chilled his heart a little bit.

He looked at the gentle Qiu Niang, strode up and grabbed her hand.

"Ah..." Qiuniang looked at him in panic.

Yun Xiaolu hurriedly turned his head away and couldn't bear to look at it.

This immoral little Huo.

Huo Yunshan held her hand, and a little smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth: "Girl, the flowers are so blooming that they must be broken."

Qiuniang blushed with shame, she had seen countless men, but she had never seen such a good-looking man.

He has a handsome face, and his eyes are as pure as a spring.

"General..." Qiuniang said stumblingly.

The generals clapped their hands and said, "A beauty is a match for a hero."

Huo Yunshan smiled: "Girl, don't you think that Huo Yunshan is not a hero?"

Qiuniang looked at him shyly, but her hands stopped struggling.