Under Yan Yuanheng's eyes, Shi Dingyun calmly said, "You are twenty years old. Isn't it unusual to have a concubine?"

At the time of seeing the suspension of clouds, Yan Yuanheng had no choice but to calm down: "You are older than me. Why are you ..."

Shi Dingyun touched a flat stone while she was at her hand, and slanted a stream of water drifting on the water: "I'm different from you."

Yan Yuanheng paused, thinking about the thoughts that Shi Zingyun had told him.

He tilted his head and looked slightly darker.

Seeing the stalemate, Shi Dianyun tried to reconcile: "I don't know how the princess of South Xinjiang looks like."

Yan Yuanheng Mu faced: "... I don't know."

From time to time, Yun simply talked about official affairs: "After the end of the war, Qixian County near Cangjiang sent hundreds of altars of old wine. My father said that tonight's main soldiers will be drunk."

Yan Yuanheng: "Yes."

Shi Dingyun laughed: "You can't drink right and left. If I tell you, I'll be full of ears."

Yan Yuanheng: "... Um."

Shi Dingyun never minded Yan Yuanheng's single word response. Since he was a child, he has been very serious. The reason for his silence is nothing more than thinking or listening.

When Shi Yun stopped trying to say anything, Yan Yuanheng opened his mouth first.

"I won't marry her," Yan Yuanheng said dumbly, "I don't want to marry someone I don't know."

"That's over." Shi Dingyun laughed. "Many of Wangcheng's daughters are raised in deep boudoirs. Of those unmarried girls who we know and love to write poems and play football, which one did not go to Yuan Zhao? "

He looked at Yan Yuanzhao, who was not far away from the flock of geese, and said with a grin: "... if I was a girl, I also love Yuanzhao. Most of the women in the dark do not love him and think he is frivolous, but they will know after playing with him for a while. Yuan Zhao has an interesting temperament, knows how to advance and retreat, has a solid position, and seeks one's heart. He can also be considered a good match. "

Yan Yuanheng bowed his head, not even "hmm", and the interest of the story was gone.

Shi Dingyun seemed to remember something, and said happily, "Huh?" And continued: "Yuan Heng, you are talking about Qiu Xiangzhi's daughter Qiu Ying? You have seen it since you were a child. But she is also a fellow with us, and her status and age are quite similar ... she must be her. "

Yan Yuanheng had this speculation long before he went to the side, but was interrupted by Shi Dingyun, but he said it in a joke, making him feel like a fire.

His voice sank: "I never knew it, I never knew it. I always have such pity and love for the jade, and I have countless family members in Wangcheng."

Shi Dingyun: "Isn't this for you?"

Yan Yuanheng was so grumpy: "Princess of Southern Xinjiang, daughter of Qiu Xiang, I don't want any of them."

Shi Dingyun: "What do you want?"

Yan Yuanheng: "I ..."

He stopped.

What does Yan Yuanheng want?

His eyes circles were slightly hot, and his eyes were lowered, thinking of his mother who was still struggling in another palace, thinking of his ambitions-the kind of ambitions that every prince had secretly had.

Yan Yuanheng was already under the eyes of the emperor. He is so old that he has not yet left the palace and stayed in the palace. After nearly a year of battle in Zhennan Pass, he cut off Pasa's head with a sword and set up a battle It stands on an unprecedented height.

It is difficult for any prince to look at him.

He should marry the daughter of Qiu Xiang. It was a lot of money, and the father and the king acquiesced, they should be the best match for themselves, and then accept the princess of the southern Xinjiang, the next year, there should be a lively baby.

My father had hopes, and my mother looked forward to taking the position of Jiuxiao, as well as her lifelong grandeur and dream of homeland.

These things are really important, but compared with Su Chang ...

... but why compare with Su Chang?

He Yan Yuanheng, what did he do with his best friend who grew up together?

Su Chang is waiting for his response, but he is fantasizing about spending his life with his barracks in the border area?

Yan Yuanheng's tongue gradually became sour.

In the past few days, he took care of his own mind, but until now, under the stimulation of a woman who has never met and has forgotten what he looks like, he suddenly realized that his feelings for the ordinary are not quite right.

But how can it be.

As a prince, can he stop his wife when he marries in public? Can you give Shi Dingyun a life of only one person?

At this point, he is worse than Brother Six Emperor.

When the Shi family had a good reputation, Shi Dingyun would end up with a good reputation if he had a private relationship with himself. After the century, the world mentioned Shi Shiyun again, and would not say its merits. It would just talk about the appearance of a major general and the prince, talk about his appearance, and talk about his "beautiful skill".

But if it is not made public, does he want to live in private forever?

Yan Yuanheng's heart and eyes were cold by Jiang Feng.

Shi Dianyun saw him silent for a long time and asked, "Dare to ask the thirteenth prince, what do you want?"

Yan Yuanheng looked down for a moment, raised his head, and looked into the sky.

Shi Dingyun followed his gaze and saw Changyun like scales, marching with the wind, everything, and competing for air.

He said, "Remember the poems we remembered when we were young."

"There is nothing in the mountains, there are many white clouds on the mountains. You can only be Yiyue, and you cannot bear the gift."

Shi Dingyun: "Yes. Tao Hongjing's poem."

Yan Yuanheng called him: "Stop the clouds."

Suddenly Yun looked up.

Yan Yuanheng: "I was just thinking that there are thousands of people in the world. I am not the one who deserves to stay."

Before Shi Yun stopped returning, Yan Yuanheng got up, performed a ritual, and turned away.

Every time he took a step, his heart hurt.

Perhaps, the day when Zunyun finds the person he wants, his heart will die on that day.

Yan Yuanheng walked faster and faster, and at the same time reached out his arms, reached out the flask with the laurel carving, and hugged it to his chest.

It was stopped at all times, and after drinking it himself, he threw the jug handle to the soldier and forgot to retrieve it.

Yan Yuanheng wanted to stop the clouds to come to him and ask for it, but today it is released.

He didn't know what the plan was to carry the flask with him today to stop the time.

But I could n’t send it out. What's the point of thinking about it?

... he couldn't even deliver a hip flask.

Holding the hip flask, Yan Yuanheng fell into deep self-loathing.

-His escape, in the final analysis, has nothing to do with those speculations.

Shi Dingyun may not like him at all.

If Ding Yun truly pleases him, what can he not do.

Yan Yuanheng fled back to the camp all the way, entered the camp, sat on the side of the couch, took out the jug, and rubbed his palm for a while, but he did n’t know where the courage came from. The jug lid, closed your eyes, and poured it into the spout.

The two little black turtles he raised seemed to feel something. Two slick little heads emerged from the small pond, looked at him for a while, and grunted back to the pool.

Shi Dingyun looked at Yan Yuanheng's back, speechless for a moment.

In his meditation, Yan Yuanzhao came back with a goose feather, holding a big goose's neck in his hand, his beak and palms full of fangs **** by his belt.

...... He really caught one and returned.

Yan Yuanzhao's long hair had been messed up, and he was freed and scattered on his shoulders: "It's just a goose. Do you think your sixth man can't catch it?"

Shi Dingyun: "Isn't it good to say two?"

Yan Yuanzhao asked him: "Go to your uncle, you can speak easily, you can catch two."

Stopping Yun laughing.

Yan Yuanzhao released the goose tied with flowers and began to flood the water again: "When I go back, I will raise a group of geese in the backyard, and then trick Jinrou into asking her to catch the geese."

He paused and said, "But I have to accompany her. Otherwise she must be bitten and cry."

Shi Dingyun wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes, thinking, sure enough.

This is probably Yan Yuanzhao's love.

Yuan Zhao looked at the waves, but he yearned for stability.

He had met Jin Rou again, knowing that she was not a tacky woman, and she could have a relationship with Yuan Zhao.

But I don't know when Yuan Zhao can recognize his own heart.

Yan Yuan Zhaoyun picked up the goose feathers on his body during the Showa period.

He bowed his knees and said, "Yesterday, several soldiers of Yuan Heng managed to borrow local dirt."

Suddenly Yunming said.

"You talked freely when you ate yesterday. There are always birds calling these days, so noisy you can't sleep." Yan Yuanzhao said, "He played the flute not far from your account yesterday, and used it all night. Catching birds on a pole. "

He continued: "That smoke is big. You also know that he lives and rests daily at regular intervals and can only refresh himself by smoking that thing."

Shizuo Yundao said, "What do you say?"

"It's okay, tell a joke as a joke." Yan Yuanzhao shrugged easily. "He's just a fool. General Li Yishu was transferred to him when he was around. He was looking for two other soldiers to catch the birds. No matter how bad he was, he had A few available guards. Let them do it, so uneasy? "

Silent Cloud kept silent.

Yan Yuanzhao held up one knee and said, "Liu Ye never argues for what he can't get. But I can never let it go. If I like it, no matter what the tongues of other people are, I have a hundred years of happiness. Those fools can enjoy it. The roots of the tongue that have been chewed a hundred years later will also turn to ashes after a thousand years. "

Chi Xiaochi stopped and asked, "You are happy, what if the other party only has brotherhood with him?"

Yan Yuanzhao didn't care: "That's why you have to explain it. Just explain it and be a brother of the first generation; if you don't understand, you will be confused."

It didn't matter if Yunming stopped at all times, but Chi Xiaochi understood that it was time to leave.

... Right and left, he has almost cleared the physical warehouse, and even a second spare card warehouse has been established.

In the middle of the night, singing and dancing in the main camp leveled.

Soldiers of the southern Xinjiang sing folk songs of the southern Xinjiang, and Huangmei opera and pingtan play in the northern and southern tunes of the Central Plains. They sing very well. The little lamb meat in oil has a unique flavor.

In this noise, but stopped seeing Shi Yun and Yan Yuanheng.

In the desolate autumn wind, Yan Yuanzhao stopped when he found him near the barracks.

He was walking back and forth, his boots stepping on the soft mud, making a slight water sound.

Yan Yuanzhao had a thin head and reached out to pull him: "What are you doing? Drink."

Shi Dingyun glanced at him and held his hand, then looked up at his eyes seriously for a while, confirming that the hand was warm and there was light in his eyes, then he felt relieved.

He said: "Check to prevent any enemy from invading at night."

"Where's the enemy?" Yan Yuanzhao was angry and funny. "Southern China surrendered and withdrew troops for hundreds of miles. Besides, only the main camp was celebrated. The outer light and shadow whistle extended for ten miles, and there was no security."

Yan Yuanzhao pulled him: "Hurry up and go, Yuan Heng let go of horses in the evening, I don't know where they went; those vice-admirals, respected me, were boring, and it was fun to drink with you. Go ..."

The voice didn't fall, and when he reached out and touched the palm of the cloud, he felt that it was wrong. Then he stopped the cloud when he took it, and his face was even worse: "Are you dying? If you burn it, you have to run out and blow it out. ? "

Shi Dingyun's pair of peach eyes burned and flooded, looking at him: "... Yuan Zhao."

"Show your head." Yan Yuanzhao pulled him into his camp without a word. "If this is to let your husband know ..."

Having said that, Yan Yuanzhao snapped.

... "Mr. His Family", who is it?

Yan Yuanzhao has such a personality that he can't figure it out, so he doesn't want to.

When he walked to the tent, he stopped to glance at the open curtain.

He remembered that when the benefactor left today, he was not assured of the safety of the barracks, and he lowered the curtain during the inspection.

He shoved Yan Yuanzhao: "It will be here. You can drink. I am not confused and can take care of myself."

Yan Yuanzhao doubted, "You won't run to the side again?"

Shi Dingyun coughed and said with a smile, "Will you send me to bed?"

Yan Yuanzhao was too unwilling to give up, and pushed his back: "Roll in, roll in. Liu Ye sees you roll."

Suddenly Yun took a deep breath, leaned into the tent, and lowered the curtain.

He did not light the candle, took two steps towards the bed in his memory, and his hot body fell into a scent of wine.

The embrace came from behind, encircling him very hard.

He heard a familiar voice, but not a familiar tone: "Is it usual?"

Shi Dingyun's heart softened slightly: "Thirteen Princes."

After a while, he also called: "Yuanheng."

The high fever caused him pain throughout his body, and he had no strength to use, so when he realized that Yan Yuanheng was drunk, he had been struck horizontally and put on the couch.

Yan Yuanheng didn't have a sudden, and after holding him in bed, he sat side by side on the bed, staring straight at him, his eyes were hot.

Shi Dingyun: "Yuanheng, you are drunk."

Yan Yuanheng took out the empty jug from his arms and stuffed it in Shi Zunyun's hand: "No. I drank so much and I was not drunk."

Shi Dianyun turned to her side weakly and smiled at him: "Well. The thirteen princes are huge."

Yan Yuanheng obediently, his expression looked a little depressed: "No, I only drank half a pot."

Shi Dianyun had a sore throat and still couldn't help smiling.

Yan Yuanheng said solemnly: "Don't laugh. I have something to give you."

Shi Dingyun lay on his arm: "What gift is there to let Major General Shi see?"

Yan Yuanheng pointed at the empty jug.

Suddenly curious, he took the jug, put it in his ear and shook it, and found that there was nothing else except a little residual water.

He couldn't help crying and thinking, but the book that Yan Yuanheng gave him after he was drunk last time also contained a small flower whose direction was unknown.

Shi Dingyun hoarsely asked Yan Yuanheng: "What is the gift?"

Yan Yuanheng knelt beside him and said, "I went to the top of Baiyun Mountain and packed a pot of clouds."

Suddenly, Sudden Cloud's heart moved and looked up at him.

Yan Yuanheng said, "Xing Yun stopped and was caught by me. So, can you listen to me?"

Shi Dingyun barely held a half of her body and smiled softly, "Well, you said, it was listening."

Yan Yuanheng looked at him, blinked, and blushed.

Blinking again, the eye circles are also a bit red.

Yan Yuanheng said, "I had a dream before."

Shi Shuyun: "Yes."

Yan Yuanheng: "In my dream, I have reached the age of ears."

Shi Dianyun couldn't help laughing: "Well, the thirteenth prince Gao Shou."

Yan Yuanheng's eyes contained stars, and he said, "In my dream, at that time, I was with you."

Shi Dingyun stopped talking and looked straight into his eyes.

A drunken person and a person with a high fever all have water mist in his eyes.

See the flowers across the fog, each with its own beauty.

After a long time, Shidiaoyun said again: "The thirteenth prince is really greedy. It is not enough to occupy the cloud for ten years. How long should I read?

Yan Yuanheng grabbed his corner of the clothes and shook it lightly: "Time to read, time to read. Yan Yuanheng is puzzled, can I ask for advice?"

Shi Dingyun looked at the rare and childlike Yan Yuanheng, with tears in her eyes: "Please."

Yan Yuanheng took a bit of crying and asked, "... how do I love you, you will like it."

No one knows who kissed them first.

The lacing tape fell off and fell to the ground with a sound.

The hot body was close together, and it was already impossible to tell who was having a fever.

Suddenly Yun opened his mouth, biting on the right sleeve of Yan Yuanheng's shirt, pulled down along the contour of the shoulder, and dropped a kiss on the exposed right arm.

Shi Dianyun whispered softly: "Yuan Heng, Yuan Heng, do you know that some time after death, you really can hear what others are saying and doing."

Yan Yuanheng put his hands on the side of Yun Zhe's ears, staring at him indifferently, somewhat at a loss, and at a loss, just following his instinct and kissing his raised throat.

"So I know." Shi Dingyun clasped his ten fingers, and said, "... Yan Shisan likes Susu often, he always knows."