overbearing

At the beginning of the day after the meal, Yan Huan said he was going to patrol the camp, so he asked to leave first.

Zhou Jirong was quite self-restraining when he was away from home, he didn't dare to get drunk with General Yuan anymore, he hastily excused that he wanted to follow Yan Huan to see him, and followed Yan Huan all the way out.

Because of what happened just now, Yan Huan had a sullen face and didn't want to pay any attention to this bastard named Xiao Wangye, and he didn't care whether he wanted to follow or not, and walked all the way ahead with his head buried.

Zhou Jirong followed him for a few steps, and finally couldn't help but said: "Brother Yan Huan, why are you walking so fast, walk slowly and wait, wait for me!"

Yan Huan pretended not to hear, and even quickened his pace calmly, hoping that he would turn back if he couldn't keep up.

But Zhou Jirong was thick-skinned, so he trotted two steps to catch up with him, hugged his arm and said, "Brother Yan Huan, I can't walk anymore, let's find a place to sit for a while... What kind of camp is it that you're going to return to? , I just came back today, how could it be such a coincidence that you are on duty, don’t you know that you are an old man? You are patrolling the camp, so what are they doing?” As he spoke, he raised his finger and pointed to the captain and his party who had just passed by in the distance.

Yan Huan is indeed not on duty today, but he has to go to the camp to see it for himself in the past few days before he can rest assured.He didn't argue with Zhou Jirong, and felt that the posture of him holding his arm was not very good-looking. Not far away, the soldiers guarding the fire in the camp were poking their heads here. They are all here to inquire.

Yan Huan had no choice but to say patiently: "So, little prince, let go first, I will take you to sit next to me."

Zhou Jirong vaguely felt that the current situation was very familiar. In the past, as long as he said that he couldn't move, someone seemed to coax him with nice words and carry him back.

Then he was suddenly stunned, let go of Yan Huan's arm, and hung it on his shoulder instead, and said naturally: "I really can't walk anymore, whatever you do, find a way to get me away!"

Yan Huan didn't know that he wanted to be recited but refused to speak out. Of course, the degree of familiarity between the two of them did not reach that level.After looking around, he had no choice but to carry him to the nearest Qinghuo and sit next to him, and then called a patrolling soldier to get him a bowl of tea.

Although it is early spring, there will still be cold dew at night, Zhou Jirong was made to sit on a cold stone by him, and no one was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he took off his clothes and gave him a cushion to sit on. I was so cold that I made ice cream, I was trying to make waves by drinking, and I wasn't really drunk, but after being frozen like this, the only bit of drunkenness disappeared.

While complaining in his heart that I was freezing to death, he felt melancholy for no reason. He hugged his knees and stared blankly for a while, then turned his head to look at General Yuan's tent. From here, he could only see the dim light of the lantern at the gate of the camp. Swaying in the night, General Yuan was rarely as happy as he is today. He sang aloud while drinking, but when the night wind swirled his voice intermittently and drifted leisurely, it sounded quite sad and desolate.

Aspirations are not paid, but the hero is late.

After Yan Huan explained to Xiaobing, he came over to look after Zhou Jirong, and saw him sitting up straight on the rock, his eyes were clear and sharp, and he was so awake that he could no longer be sober.

When he became serious for a while, his temperament changed, as if a sword was unsheathed, and there was an unparalleled sharpness in the sky.

Yan Huan was caught off guard, and was slightly suffocated by his invisible aura. He forgot to ask if he was okay, but followed him to listen to the faint singing, and then looked at him. The slightly wrinkled brows were inexplicably dignified and reverent.

Seeing him approaching, Zhou Jirong turned his head to speak, but the first thing he said was "ha chirp".

Yan Huan and him looked at each other, watching Zhou Jirong rudely pulled his sleeves to rub his nose, and suddenly felt that the majestic little prince just now was just his own illusion.There was nothing to say for a while, staring at Zhou Jirong for a long time, looking at his appearance, he really felt happy, but he couldn't help but smiled.

Zhou Jirong himself didn't think it was a big deal to sneeze, but someone in the darkness behind him couldn't help it.

Zhou Jirong only felt that someone was approaching behind him, and then his body warmed up, and a thick dress was already draped over his shoulders.Someone whispered: "It's cold and the dew is heavy, the prince must be careful not to catch a cold."

Zhou Jirong didn't need to look to know who was coming. He raised his face and was just about to give him a smile, but suddenly remembered that he had to keep a proper distance from him, so he cut off his delusional thoughts early.He had no choice but to forcefully pull off the raised corner of his mouth, and said dryly with a wooden face: "It's you."

Bai Tingyu hesitated for a moment, and said softly: "I saw that the young master has not returned for a long time, so I brought you a piece of clothing." In fact, he just followed Zhou Jirong out of the tent, and followed him from a distance.

Zhou Jirong also guessed that he had already followed behind.He thought about throwing his clothes on the ground, using excuses to blame Bai Tingyu for eavesdropping on his conversation with Yan Huan, but the clothes were really warm on his body, and he was a little reluctant. He didn't get angry, but wrapped his clothes tightly and stood up. .He thought about it and told himself that it was only this one time as an example, so he calmly said: "I can't walk anymore, brother Yan Huan is easy, just leave me here to blow the cold wind and it's over! You came just in time, carry me back!"

Yan Huan didn't know what he meant because he couldn't move, and he was criticized for no reason, and he was speechless.On the side, Bai Tingyu carried him up obediently, then nodded politely to Yan Huan and said, "General Yan, please take care of my young master."

Yan Huan could hear the dissatisfaction in his flat tone.Frowning slightly, Zhou Jirong lay lazily on Bai Tingyu's back, and waved to Yan Huan with a smile on his face: "I'm going back! You go to patrol the camp! Go, go!"

Although Yan Huan vaguely understood in his heart that it was extremely inappropriate for him to be so close to Bai Tingyu, which violated his current intentions, but seeing him smiling with ease, somehow he couldn't bear to say anything more, and after such a hesitation, he lost It's time to speak.

Yan Huan frowned, thinking that he was an outsider in comparison, and it was hard to say anything in front of Bai Tingyu, so he had to wait for another opportunity in private tomorrow to remind Zhou Jirong.Just thinking about the man's incomprehensible temperament and his ability to pretend to be deaf and dumb, this job is really daunting when you think about it.

Here Zhou Jirong lay on Bai Tingyu's back, but remained silent for a while.

Bai Tingyu was afraid that he would fall asleep and catch a cold, so he said softly, "Master Hou, don't sleep, I'll be there in a while."

Zhou Jirong hummed after a while.He didn't really want to sleep, but it suddenly occurred to him that Bai Tingyu was so considerate and thoughtful, but in the future he would be nice to others. Although he knew it should be taken for granted, he felt uncomfortable, but he also vaguely understood that this was pure The reluctance to take advantage of others is causing the blame, not because I have any ideas.

He struggled for a while, but in the end reason prevailed. He jumped off Xiaobai's back, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Xiaobai, you are not young, so your father should pay attention and tell you Or else, I will choose one for you personally? You are such a good-tempered person, you must choose a gentle and considerate girl, don’t marry a tigress back, let her ride on your head in the future..." He felt It was found that Xiaobai's shoulders stiffened slightly, but he was about to finish his sentence, so he continued to say: "...But if she really wants to bully you, I will beat her for you. I am not like you." Don't beat women's broken clothes..."

Bai Tingyu turned her head to look at him.

His expression was quite calm, Zhou Jirong felt guilty for some reason, and said forcefully: "Why are you looking at me like this! Could it be that I said something wrong?"

Bai Tingyu was silent for a moment, and did not answer his words, but said: "The tent prepared for the young marquis is just ahead, the young marquis should go back by himself and rest early," he turned around and left in a hurry.

It was the first time for Zhou Jirong to be left to dry like this. He didn't take himself back to the tent, made the bed, dried the quilt, poured hot water, prepared a supper, and gave him some instructions.

He stood there for a while, feeling that he was very boring, and thought sourly, he didn't even marry a wife, so he just treated my father like this, and my father was freezing and sneezing, yet he didn't even ask a question!It really is, it really is... He really spent a long time, but he couldn't think of a suitable word. He wanted to curse to strengthen his momentum, but then he thought about it, so he said dryly. I can't make a sound.

However, after thinking about it again, he felt that Bai Tingyu didn't say anything, did he agree to the marriage or did he not?Should Lao Tzu choose a wife for him or not?