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Nan Wu put the outer shirt by Zisang's hand, half-kneeling, not daring to look at anyone, just said: "I'm a little cold, wear one more."

"Then you don't wear anything."

Zisang raised his hand, and slid his fingertips along the arc of the little dumpling that was close at hand and could be hugged as long as he moved forward for half a circle, and then took the single piece on his upper body that he didn't have time to wear and covered it on Nan Wu's body.

Then he hugged the person in front of him again, whispered in her ear, "Don't do this, you are good in everything, but you shouldn't be like this, I am not good in everything, and I can't just belittle you casually."

Then he took off the black brocade robe and put it on his body, turned around with the clothes on and fell asleep.

Nan Wu was still a little stunned at the same place, the red bloodstain on the single shirt that Zisang put on her was still red.

She thought that Zisang was liked by every woman.

It's like talking and laughing with any girl in those brothels.

She just wants to learn to be a person who can talk to others, even if she can't please others, it's good just for Zisang.

Say what despised me, I am willing, you are not willing to give alms, that is degrading my mind.

Nan Wu's throbbing heart was suddenly pushed back to the depths, wrapped in his clothes, and hugged her sword back again.

Eyes half-opened and half-closed, half-dream and half-awake, not daring to sleep deeply, nor wanting to wake up, in the floating light, what I think of is still the endless life of one man wielding a sword and one man beating a horse.

When he woke up on the second day, he had nothing at hand, and his hair was all tangled up. Zisang scratched at will, drew Nanwu's sword, and took a picture of himself, and it was a mess.

Nan Wuyi didn't make a sound, just walked behind her, and brushed her knotted hair out strand by strand and spread it on her shoulders.

She was used to this kind of thing before.

But it hadn't been done for many years, it was done very slowly, and it was very thin. In the past, she was given the appearance of a prince, and she had to comb her long hair and tie it in a jade crown.

This is not necessary today, Nan Wu knelt up, reached out and took two locks of Zisang's bun on both sides, put them slightly behind, and took a piece of hay from the side as a knotted rope to tie it.

"All right."

In this way, the clean faces on both sides are all exposed, and the silk hair is no longer flicking randomly. In short, whether it is a woman's red makeup or a man's hair crown, Yu Zisang looks good on him.

Zisang stood up, with the black robe loosely wrapped around his body, and nothing underneath, even in such an unseemly manner, he was graceful.

Daxue came forward shaking his head, tilting his body and rubbing non-stop, and he was hungry at first glance.

Zisang rubbed his stomach, looked at Nan Wu who was only wearing a half-grey singlet inside: "Let's find something to eat."

Then go to Baibi City and look for Qinghuan Building. If everything is safe, Bai Yunmo should be at the highest point in that building.

This area is really barren. After walking for a long time, I didn't see any wild game.

After finally seeing someone, Daxue was so hungry that he pounced on a hen that had just laid an egg and croaked loudly.

A woman was doing laundry in front of a well, and when she saw the heavy snow, she gnawed on a chicken, and called a group of villagers out to fight, Zisang hurriedly asked Nanwu to search for the money on her body.

Nan Wu pursed his lips before saying, "It's gone."

I don't know if it fell on the boat or in the water, but now I really have nothing to do, and I have nowhere to look for it.

In front of so many villagers, Zisang stripped off Nanwu's belt, but still found nothing.

If it weren't for seeing the heavy snow growing vigorously, the chicken money might not be saved, and the two fled in embarrassment under the cover of the heavy snow.

After leaving the village, Zisang looked at Daxue resentfully with his stomach in his arms. This guy was really good. He swallowed a big chicken, and didn't think about saving some for them.

Walking in the track and field, Zisang saw the familiarity of a few green leaves next to him, and secretly teased Nanwu: "That's a sweet potato, and it grows very well."

"Ah."

Nan Wuyi was paying attention to the women who were staring at them in the back. Farmers' voices were always louder, and they could still hear the chattering along with the wind.

"Both of them are dressed in different ways, so they must not be serious people."

"That's right, look at those long legs and don't even cover them, you're not ashamed or impatient."

"No, look at the scar on the face next to it, it's scary, I'm afraid he escaped from the bandit's den."

"Bring the sword."

Zisang reached out and pulled out the long sword from Nan Wu's hand.

For a while, the idle words in the wind became more peaceful.

The women saw the woman in the black brocade shirt holding the sword and spinning it in the air, and a white light pierced into the ridge of the field.

After stabbing a few times, when the sword was picked out again, it was a big sweet potato.

So Feng Zhuan, who was originally idle and broken, exploded, and hula la was a series of sounds of catching thieves.

The reputation of being a thief can't be taken lightly. Under Nanwu's dumbstruck watch, Zisang poked two or three more sweet potatoes in a row. Seeing that the women were getting close, he shouted to Nanwu to run quickly.

In the past, Juli also took her to dig a few sweet potatoes secretly in the field like this. It is better to live in the deep mountains, where it is not easy for so many people to stare at her.

After running for a long time, I gradually lost the sound of shouting and beating.

Zisang sat on the ground all of a sudden, showing two long legs, panting: "It's only three or five sweet potatoes, it's too...too stingy."

Daxue also ran and panted, Zisang smoothed its hair, and then said: "You don't have the sweet potato, it belongs to me and Nanwu."

After pulling a sweet potato on the sword, Zisang threw the sword back to Nanwu and asked her to light a fire.

There was white smoke in the forest, and Qiuyang slanted down from the front.

Zisang skillfully pulled the roasted black sweet potatoes out of the fire one by one, swallowed his saliva, and waited for them to cool.

Looking up, I saw Nan Wu's face was blackened by the fire, so he laughed: "It's like this, sometimes everything is right in front of you, like wine, like a song, but it's still meaningless. When the stomach is full, even a few sweet potatoes are very interesting."

Sometimes I feel that this life is not worth it, but sometimes I will do anything to survive.

Picking up a sweet potato and throwing it into Nan Wu's hands, she then said, "Food is the sky, maybe that's what we're talking about."

There is nothing else, just a full mouthful of food will be enough.

When he was half full, Zisang changed his words again: "It's not true, if it's just for eating, it would be a bit embarrassing."

She has to figure out something to live, and she still can't tell what it is, anyway, it's better not to die for the time being, so eat and sleep more.

Nan Wuyi hummed quietly, satisfied with the softness and sweetness of the sweet potatoes.

From time to time, I looked at Zisang from the corner of my eyes, thinking that she was just a depressed person, and she was quite quick in doing such activities, and she was quite interested.

After eating enough, we went on the road again. When we saw the sun slowly sinking down the mountain, suddenly a group of fast riders surrounded us.

In the wilderness, there was no way to dodge, so Nan Wu raised his sword guard and went to Zisang.

A horse leads the fast ride. He is a man with a beard on his upper lip. He should be in his early forties. He wears a broad machete and leather boots on his feet. The black and red clothes line him up very well. He is heroic.

Seeing the appearance of the man on horseback, Nan Wu put away his sword and lowered his head slightly.

"Looks like we know each other."

Zisang waved his hand, and pressed his four paws on the ground. Daxue, who was ready to go, retracted his canine teeth and wagged his tail leisurely.

The man kicked the stirrup around Zisang, looked back and forth at her, then at Daxue, and said: "This beast is not bad."

He was not too polite after that, the man went straight to the point: "I got a secret report that I knew that something happened on your way, the king asked me to find it and come to meet it."

That is to say, let's go on the road and rush to Baibi City immediately.

The man ordered his subordinates to spare a horse for the two women to ride together. Zisang was good at shooting but not good at riding, so Nan Wu helped him onto the horse and protected him in front of him.

In fact, it was the first time riding a horse, and she was used to riding in heavy snow, but in the past two days, heavy snow had eaten very little, and she was tired of it.

She was holding a piece of rein in her hand, and Nan Wu was holding another piece along her hand.

Seeing that the knuckles of Nan Wu's hands were turning blue, Zi Sang turned his head slightly to see the expression on her face, but just turned his head halfway, and his forehead was half pressed.

The side of the ear was full of heat, Zisang turned his head back and looked at the front: "Your heart is beating violently."

"Ah."

Nan Wu let go of the rein in his hand, but the stretched string in his heart would not be retracted for a while, his chest was pressed against Zisang's back, between breathing and exhaling, the smell of Zisang was inside and out .

The horse ran joltingly again, and there was a faint sense of overlap between their chests and backs. Zisang turned back and touched the face of the person behind him. Sure enough, sweat was seeping, and some dripped on her shoulders.

It must be red-faced again, but the spring heart is moving.

So Zisang leaned over and turned to look at Nanwu as if he was half leaning: "What are you thinking about?"

"It's nothing."

These words were almost biting her tongue, she thought of everything she could think of, it was rare to hold the person in front of her so close, she only thought that it would be good if the road had no end.

He was not in a hurry, just walked at the usual speed, the team was orderly and very solemn, Zisang went to look at the leader again, and asked Nan Wu, "Who is he?"

"General."

The style turned out to be so great: "What's your name?"

"Zai Zai."

She only met once in front of the king, and when she was looking for someone or there was any movement on the road, she always sent a letter to contact this person.

Zisang suddenly realized that when he was reading some books, he knew a little about this person. He went to the battlefield with the king at the age of 15, was born and entered the world several times, and made great achievements in battle.

From a distance, the white stretch of the wall exposed in front, a line of silver border Youtian City, it is the city wall of the Nanliang King's Capital.

"General Zhou."

Along the way, it was the first time someone spoke so loudly, and it was still the person who called the leader, and the hooves of the team stopped immediately.

Zhou Zai didn't intend to turn his horse's head around, and the strong shadow in the wind still moved forward: "What's the matter, tell me."

"After entering Baibi City, I have to go to Qinghuan Building first."

The famous city in the world, the white walls and the dragons, the famous buildings in the world, the joy of looking for the phoenix.