‘Haha, Yan’er is really a difficult person to raise!’ Ran Mofeng smiled and helped Leng Yuhan upright as he was about to get off the horse.

"Why do you say that?" Leng Yuhan deliberately quarreled with Ran Mofeng. Anyway, the group was marching, and some of them were just depressed, so it was good to quarrel occasionally.

"Only women and villains are difficult to raise! As the ancients said." Ran Mofeng wrote to Leng Yuhan again with a smile to explain.

"Please, you are an ancient, okay? The kind of ancient you are talking about should be ashes of old antiques, okay?" He casually talked nonsense with Ran Mofeng. Although Leng Yuhan was on the march, his heart felt worse than before.

The palace is even more relaxed.

Maybe it’s because of the no-holds-barred way of chatting with Ran Mofeng, or maybe it’s because Leng Yuhan has finally received Ran Mofeng’s dedicated and dedicated pampering despite all the hardships.[

‘Haha! Hardcore? What do you mean, very powerful?’ Continuing to occupy a place in Leng Yuhan’s palm, Ran Mofeng, who had been married into Prince Huangzhen’s palace for almost five years, found for the first time that he and Shi Hanyan had something in common.

"How about you learn dumb language? That one uses hand gestures, and the gestures are more elegant, which is more suitable for your style." Still thinking about Ran Mofeng's problem of communicating with others, Leng Yuhan once again put forward what he highly recommended.

Another way of expression.

‘Haha, Yan’er wants Mo Feng to learn, and Mo Feng learns.’ The heart that had no place to rest had a place to rely on, and Ran Mofeng was no longer like a duckweed floating on the sea, alone.

"Mo Feng, I want to sing!" Ever since he came to this world, he has either been fighting or cheating, but Leng Yuhan has never really been himself.

"Women from Huangfeng can also sing?" Ran Mofeng could hardly imagine the consequences of having his hearing and hearing shattered by a leather drum.

"Of course. Don't think that the women of Huangfeng are any worse than the women of other countries, okay? Today the king will let you see what it means to be broad and bold with a singing voice!" Leng Yuhan felt that he was drunk. Everyone is free from alcohol.

The drunken, unrestrained life is so beautiful. This is the freedom that I have longed for!

"Mo Feng listened attentively." He once again straightened Leng Yuhan's body, which was leaning down from the horse's back at a wide angle. Ran Mo Feng held Leng Yuhan tightly in his arms. It was just like what he just wrote, riding quietly.

On horseback, prepare to be baptized by Leng Yuhan's broad and heroic singing voice.

"Okay, I sang, I really sang. Ah!!!!!!!!!" Leng Yuhan shouted at the top of his lungs.

It was a noise that made both humans and gods angry. It frightened the horse and made it jump urgently. It took a lot of effort for Ran Mofeng to stabilize the frightened horse.

Leng Yuhan, who raised his voice, slowly began to sing:

"Along the gentle curves of the mountains and rivers

Let the horse love the Central Plains and love the North and Jiangnan

Facing the ice knife, snow sword and wind and rain, the passionate company

Cherish the golden years given to me by heaven

Be a man of courage and courage, so why be afraid of hardships and dangers?

The passion remains unchanged year after year

There is bitterness and sweetness in life, good and evil are separated from each other

All for the dream tomorrow

Look at the iron hoofs clanging across thousands of miles of rivers and mountains [

I stand on the cusp of the storm, holding on to the sun and the moon as they spin

May the world of fireworks be peaceful and happy

I really want to live another five hundred years.”

"Horse, stop!" Mo Yuzhuang, who was riding the horse at a galloping pace, suddenly pulled the reins of the horse when he heard a female voice singing wantonly and boldly from behind him, turned the horse's head and froze in place.

This is the first time that Mo Yuzhuang has heard Shi Hanyan sing in the ten years since she stayed with Shi Hanyan. The song is ups and downs, turbulent, like rolling autumn thunder, and like bursts of summer rain, breaking the loneliness of Cong Jun who should have been peaceful.

road.

Leng Yuhan roared three times in a row. Leng Yuhan's roar was so hoarse that he almost died. However, he won the applause and congratulations of all the soldiers and the extremely high morale of the army. Leng Yuhan leaned weakly in Ran Mofeng's arms.

, fell into a deep sleep amidst the jolting of the horse.

Mo Yuzhuang glanced at the elegant figure riding slowly with Leng Yuhan in her arms from a distance, shouted loudly, and raised her riding whip.
Chapter completed!