In a fort full of Han people, Zell wore the robes of a Han soldier, but still had his hair braided and wrapped in a soap-colored handkerchief, looking like a rebellious eagle.
Trapped next to Mo Lingfeng, his skin became much whiter, no longer rough from the wind and sun, and the lines of his facial features and face were clearly revealed, indeed with the softness of the Han people.
He held a brand-new pottery xun, imitated Mo Lingfeng and stretched out his hand to press the hole of the xun, brought it to his mouth, puffed up his cheeks, and blew out a long sound of "Woo——".
The wind near the city head was strong, and it hit his face, blocking the sound of the xun. He turned his body, intending to turn his back to the wind.
However, when he turned around, he saw Mo Lingfeng who had arrived at an unknown time.
Mo Lingfeng led Yin Nan to Zell in a leisurely manner, reached out to take the Tao Xun in his hand, and said with a smile: "Newly bought."
Zell worked in the rear camp and received a meager military salary: "Yes, if someone comes to the city, I will ask someone to take one with them."
He got up from the stone and reached out to take the xun back. Unexpectedly, Mo Lingfeng did not return it to him. Instead, he played with the xun and looked him up and down: "You have enough breath. When I first got the xun, I couldn't blow it for such a long time." sound."
Then she looked towards the top of the city with a half-smile: "You sit here and play the xun. Can the Jinlu outside the castle hear your long and short sounds?"
Zell heard his sudden rapid breathing, which was covered up by the wind.
He reached out for his xun: "I don't know, give it back to me, I just like the sound."
Mo Lingfeng retracted her hand and held the xun with her long and powerful fingers. She lowered her hand slightly and her wide sleeves dropped down. Only her knuckles that were bulging from the grip could be seen. This was an undeniable gesture of rejection.
"I like it too," Mo Lingfeng nodded, "I also like listening to your whistles."
There was no room for change at all. She didn't listen to any explanation or reason from him, she just took away everything from him casually and decisively.
Zell's humiliation, which he had finally faded away with great difficulty, piled up in an instant, and his prisoner's body once again took away his dignity. The unruly eagle broke its wings and fell to the ground bloody.
In the roaring wind, he heard Mo Lingfeng say at a loss, "Go back."
The arrogant tone made him at a loss.
But he unconsciously surrendered to this gesture, turned around and left, heading towards the back camp.
Before reaching the back camp, it started to snow again, and the snowflakes flying up and down blew into Zell's eyes. The chill caused the blood in his body to surge up, and anger also rushed to the top of his head and heart, making him realize To the extent to which he has been domesticated.
He stopped and started walking towards Mo Lingfeng's tent.
As he walked through the steaming rear camp, the soldiers chased him and shouted "Chop firewood" behind his ears, but he turned a deaf ear. When he walked through the training ground at the school, he also heard the nomadic minister's heartbreaking screams.
"Dou Lanhua! What are you wearing? Where did the armor go? Can it block knives or arrows? Can you do whatever you want during the truce? What's the use of smearing a head with oil and water! Let flies split it!"
He continued to walk forward and saw Chang Long hurriedly putting on a hood and armor on his head. Like Xiao Dou, Chang Long also groomed himself fiercely and was covering up in every possible way.
These people were having fun openly and carefully, and there was no live freedom. Zell was dazzled by the sight, and he walked faster and faster, but the roar of the Nomad Lord followed him like a shadow, and was still in his ears.
"I think there's only one advantage to your peacock's head. It's that it's easier to spot when it's hung on the flagpole! The one applying osmanthus hair oil is you, Beauty Dou! The one doing the flower arranging is Chang Zhuangshi! A bunch of grown men."
Zell put the voice behind him and quickly walked towards Mo Lingfeng. After waiting for Yin Nan to report, he entered the door and walked into the front hall.
It was warm in the hall. Mo Lingfeng was sitting next to the fire pit, hunched over, making a skewer with chopsticks and roasting it over the fire. His legs were slightly apart, with his elbows on his thighs. He heard Zell's footsteps walking in. She just raised her eyelids and glanced.
Other than that, there's no action.
Zell's loess pottery xun was casually placed on the table, shining with a not so oily and smooth light.
Zell looked at Mo Lingfeng, his cheeks were clenched tightly, and his shoulders and back were tense. He walked forward like a frightened bird, raised his hands, folded them together, and bowed.
"General Mo, please return the xun to me. I am willing to swear by the gods I believe in. I want to learn the xun, but I just like its sound."
Mo Lingfeng baked the steamed bun until the skin was crispy. He took back his hand and pinched it. His two hot fingers quickly moved from the steamed bun to his earlobe.
She pinched her earlobe, and her dark eyes fell on Zell, as if her gaze could penetrate this body and leave an indelible mark on his soul.
Soon, she looked away, broke off a piece of steamed bun and ate it: "Your god is me, I don't believe in any oaths."
Zell opened his mouth, wanting to refute Mo Lingfeng's "theism", but without speaking a word, he fell into silence again.
He couldn't defeat Mo Liangfeng, and if he argued, he would be shaken.
Looking at Mo Lingfeng who was eating steamed buns in small bites, he suddenly took a step forward, reached out and swept the Tao Xun on the table, swept the Tao Xun into his hand, and sat down in the chair: "From now on, I will only blow in front of you. "
After saying that, he stretched out his fingers, pressed the hole of the xun, and blew out a "plop" sound as if to vent his anger.
Then he tried to change the tone, and his fingers rose and fell on the hole, making a long series of unpleasant sounds.
Mo Lingfeng stood up amidst the piercing sound, sat next to Zell, stretched out his hand, and opened his messy fingers: "Stand up your chest, otherwise the tone will be wrong. Don't open your mouth too wide, and breathe slowly."
As she said that, she put her fingers on the hole of the Xun: "Put it like this."
She retracted her fingers, sat back, skewered the steamed buns with chopsticks, and grilled them on the fire.
The atmosphere in the room was quiet, and the black holes opened and closed, like eyes struggling to open in the darkness.
Zell blew for a long time, which made his cheeks hurt and his lips numb. He put down the xun and looked at Mo Lingfeng.
Mo Lingfeng sat with his head bowed, reading a letter sent from nowhere. His hair was jet black and his cheeks were as white as snow. Under the light of the charcoal fire, it could be broken by a blow. The gold collar hung on his clothes, leaving a beautiful mark. Downward is a narrow waist
She noticed his gaze and raised her head. Her gaze was like sharp thin ice, piercing Zell unabashedly, immediately piercing the false beauty.
Zell's hair stood on end, and he suddenly realized that he had lost his composure - the fire had just turned into warm water, and he fell into it unknowingly.
He put the xun in his arms and stood up to leave: "I'll go to the back camp to help."
Mo Lingfeng watched him go out, read the letter, put it on the table, and tapped the table with his finger, making a crisp sound.
Xun and Qiang people.
Can be used once.
