Summon players, rebuild Dawei

In the next morning, a beam of clear morning light fell on the bed through the window and the veil in front of the bed.

Jiang Shu was awakened by the sound of footsteps coming from the porch at the door, and when she opened her eyes, she heard the sound of pages turning like a paper book.

He squinted his eyes and looked to the side, only to see Xie Min leaning on the pillow at the head of the bed, flipping through the newly published "Mi Yang Monthly" in January.

This very life-like scene dazzled him for a few seconds, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and muttered in a hoarse voice: "Why did you wake up so early?"

After the words fell, before Xie Min could speak, he noticed the bright natural light filling the room, and knew that it was not the other party who woke up early, but himself who woke up too late.

The sun was already shining on the bed, and at this time in the past, he had already been working in the government office for a long time.

Jiang Shu frowned, a little anxious, just about to lift the quilt to get up, Xie Min held his arm unhurriedly and said: "Don't get up in a hurry, it doesn't matter if you don't go to the government office today."

Jiang Shu suddenly remembered that today is the second day of junior high school and she is still on vacation.

However, the governor does not have holidays. During the first few days of the new year, guests come to pay respects and give gifts every day. When he sees this person, he cannot see the other person, so he still has to get up early to prepare.

Just as he was thinking this way, he heard Xie Min add: "If there are any guests visiting, I'll just go and receive them."

Jiang Shu thought for a moment and asked, "Is this appropriate?"

The corners of Xie Min's mouth curled up slightly: "Your Majesty is not feeling well, and I have no relatives around me. As your Majesty's farewell, why not treat guests for you?"

Hearing what he said, Jiang Shu lay back down with peace of mind.

He really didn't want to get up. On such a cold winter morning, it was naturally most comfortable to lie in bed.

Moreover, as Xie Yin said, his body is indeed not as sharp as usual.

Thinking of this, some pictures from last night suddenly rushed into his mind, and Jiang Shu couldn't help but feel hot.

I don't know if it's because of Xie Yin, or because of the secret recipe of the palace, it's clearly the first time he had intercourse with a man, and he actually experienced an unprecedented comfort, so he cheekily asked for it again later.

The consequence of indulgence is that now it is clear that he just woke up from sleep, but it seems that he has not had a good rest all night.

"It's still too lack of exercise..." Jiang Shu frowned slightly and whispered.

Immediately he became curious, raised his head and asked, "Speaking of which, your 'crafts' are so proficient, where did you learn it?"

He had thought about this last night, and it stands to reason that Xie Min's body, which was originally prone to coughing up blood, would not allow him to do such a thing, and he should have no experience.

Xie Yin closed the newspaper, looked at him calmly and said, "Do you still remember that picture album?"

"Yu Xuehuan's album?"

"Ah."

Jiang Shu remembered this incident, it was the first time he lived in Xie's mansion, he saw a picture book on Xie Min's bed, which was about the story of Jiang Taishou Jinwu Cangjiao.

At that time, he turned a few pages and felt that the story lacked logic, so he didn't look back, thinking that the rest of the story should be detailed painting "tutorials" about some kind of movement.

Xie Yin actually learned these things through that picture book. In other words, he had such a perfect life experience last night, thanks to that painter player.

Although, Xie Yin has already burned his painting house...

Forget it, it's a big deal to block her a few posts in the future!

Jiang Shu was thinking, while lying lazily, holding Xie Min's left hand on the quilt, stroking the veins on the back of the other's hand boredly.

Recalling what happened that day in Xie's mansion, he suddenly thought of asking: "By the way, you said before that when you come back, you will be given a title. Do you still want it now?"

"The lord has already given it to me." Xie Min replied calmly, seeing his confused look, he whispered two more words: "Last night."

Jiang Shu then realized what he was referring to and raised his eyebrows: "Is this enough?"

He originally thought that the other party would ask him for more, such as telling his parents and brothers, friends and colleagues, and even revealing their relationship to the world.

"My lord, don't you think it's enough?" Xie Min looked at him with a leisurely look, with a smile in his eyes: "You and I made a lot of noise last night, I'm afraid the guards and servants in the courtyard have already known."

Jiang Shu's ears became hot all of a sudden, although he knew in his heart that this matter must not be hidden from the people around him, but he always felt extremely embarrassed to tell this fact through the mouth of the other party.

Whether it was Zhitao, Xu Hai, or those guards with guns, they were all people he knew so well.

It is somewhat shameful to let acquaintances know about it.

Xie Yin felt that it was not enough, and said in a low voice: "If the Lord still feels that he has treated me badly, you can try it in the daytime."

"Shut up, stop talking." Jiang Shu pulled up the quilt to cover her head.

Xie Yin pulled his quilt down, Jiang Shu thought that he was going to say those thought-provoking words to tease herself again, not only refused to put down the quilt, but also deliberately turned his back to him.

Immediately, he felt the warmth on his back, and the other party also lay down under the blanket.

Xie Min stretched out his hand from behind and gently pulled down the quilt in front of him, and said in a gentle voice: "Hey, don't cover your face, you will not be able to breathe."

Jiang Shu was stunned by his coaxing tone like a child. She was so surprised that she forgot what to resist for a moment. She only felt her ears getting hotter and hotter, but she was embarrassed for some reason.

Fortunately, Xie Yin didn't force anything, just let him expose half of his face under the quilt, and then held his shoulders in this posture and didn't move.

In the tranquility, the breathing flowed gently, wrapped in the man's body temperature, and a trace of tiredness welled up in the eyelids.

After a while, Jiang Shu turned over naturally, put his arms around the waist of the person beside him, sniffed the fragrance on his clothes, closed his eyes and fell asleep after a while.

·

Jiangzhou Pu County, Dulong City.

Outside the camp on the outskirts of the city, Xing Sang rode a red horse and personally led the team to wait on the official road.

As the afternoon sun gradually faded, a huge army appeared on the gray-yellow wilderness.

The army passed through the vast plain with sparse trees, and gradually approached Xing Sang's army. After the leading soldiers of both sides made contact, the cavalry on the opposite side gave way.

After a while, the leader of the Di tribe, who was supported by his own soldiers, came to the front of the team.

Xing Sang squinted his eyes and saw clearly that it was a burly middle-aged man wearing a mink hat.

Qi Ye drove his horse to the head of the team, looked at Jie Hu's sharp-cut face for a moment, then suddenly grinned the corners of his lips with black mustaches, and said in a strong voice: "I have heard about the mighty name of the general for a long time. With extraordinary appearance and outstanding momentum, it is a fierce tiger deep in the mountains!"

"Great Chanyu's praise!" Xing Sang responded in an energetic tone, staring at the other party with bright light brown pupils, "I have ordered people to prepare strong wine and delicacies in the camp, and please enter the camp with all the soldiers. Camp, enjoy food and wine!"

Qi Ye just liked such a straightforward way of talking, so upon hearing this, he responded readily: "General Xing leads the way!"

·

In the evening, the sun was sinking, and a few rose-yellow clouds were dragging on the horizon where the sky and the wilderness intersected.

After drinking and eating, Qi Ye wanted to see the true strength of this young man who had taken refuge in him, so he proposed to go out for a martial arts competition.

Xing Sang understood what he was thinking, so naturally he would not refuse, and agreed without hesitation.

Walking out of the tent, the afterglow of the sunset has disappeared without knowing it. The sky is dim and the cold wind is blowing, as if it can stab the skin.

Surrounding the martial arts arena in the camp, the soldiers lit several fires. The bonfire burned fiercely in the dim twilight, and the flames were entwined with blue smoke, slowly rising into the vast sky.

In the first round, the general next to Qi Ye volunteered to play. He was a man with dark skin and a stocky figure.

He was bare-handed, without a weapon, Xing Sang also threw away the knives and daggers on his body, and competed with the opponent with bare hands.

Comparing the physique of the two, it is obvious that the Di people are more robust and stable, while comparing the martial arts, the young people of the Jie nationality are much more flexible.

Xing Sang's martial arts not only contains the shadow of orthodox fighting training, but also contains the experience he has realized from countless life-and-death struggles. Every move is relaxed and retracted freely. After entering the state, he unexpectedly pressed the general of the Di tribe to the ground.

The first game was won by Xing Sang.

When one of his subordinates was embarrassed, Qi Ye not only didn't care, but happily applauded and praised Xing Sang without hesitation.

In the second round, Qi Ye said that it was better than archery.

Xing Sang immediately ordered people to fetch bows and arrows. When the Di clan sent people, Qi Ye was about to ask his son to try it out, when a refreshing and powerful female voice resounded in everyone's ears.

"I come!"