Crazy, crazy!

"Zhao Yun! Are you crazy?!"

Xiahou Lan suddenly raised her voice.

Looking at the past and present, which hero is willing to be a woman with a hawk or a minion under her skirt?

"Do you know what consequences will be if this is heard today?" Xiahou Lan took a deep breath and calmed her surging heart.

He was very famous in the Han Dynasty. Zhao Yun was resolute when he was young, and was especially good at riding and shooting. He was admired by the people of Changshan County. He was elected as the leader and led the county Zhongyi from Gongsun Zan.

If this matter is reported, Zhao Yun will not be ruined.

Zhao Yun stood up, smiled and took Xiahou Lan's shoulder and patted her, "I only told Zixiu that how could it be heard by others!"

Is this the point?

Xiahou Lan left Zhao Yun's hand, "But what kind of trick did Mrs. Gongsun use?"

He held the sword on his waist. If so, even if he had a bad reputation on his back, he would have killed Gongsun Yan under the knife. He would then apologize to the late General Gongsun.

"Zi Xiu."

Zhao Yun held his hand and pressed his sword back little by little.

Xiahou Lan stared at Zhao Yun, and the light outside the room gradually dimmed. He saw the fire shining on Zhao Yun's face, with a solemn appearance.

"So I don't have to say such disrespectful words."

"Shou Lan's sword was completely pressed back to the scabbard by Zhao Yun.

But his hand strength to suppress Xiahou Lan has not diminished at all, indicating the master's determination.

"The king is humiliated and his minister dies."

Xiahou Lan looked directly at Zhao Yun's firm gaze. They had already met with each other with bare butts. He didn't understand that Zhao Yun was absolutely serious at this time.

The two stood opposite each other, and the atmosphere was very solemn.

for a long time.

Xiahou Lan exhaled suddenly and lowered her shoulders.

Zhao Yun usually looks like a gentleman and a gentleman without any resentment as a warrior, but he knows best that Zhao Yun is a stubborn person and will never look back if he decides.

Saying it out means that he has made up his mind and will not change it.

Every time he gave in, Xiahou Lan was unwilling to accept it, "At least I have to know the reason, right?"

Xiahou Lan knows Zhao Yun, but why doesn’t Zhao Yun understand Xiahou Lan?

Seeing that his friend sent out a signal of compromise, Zhao Yun withdrew his hand and held his shoulder again, "I know Zixiu is worried, but..."

Zhao Yun thought about it for a long time when he revealed the news to Xiahou Lan.

According to Gongsun Yan, they should be considered superiors and subordinates of colleagues, and they do not need to let people know before gaining a foothold. On the surface, they can only maintain the relationship between the daughter of the old master who is being cared for and the subordinates of Zhongyi.

But Zhao Yun is a rule-abiding person.

Xiahou Lan is a smart person, and she will definitely see the clues in the future. During the day, he is not respectful to Mrs. Gongsun. It is better to understand his attitude earlier so that he can know his attitude so as not to get into trouble.

But what? Xiahou Lan waited for a long time, but she didn't hear Zhao Yun's next words, and her eyebrows stood up and wanted to get angry.

"But Mrs. Gongsun is different." Zhao Yun patted Xiahou Lan's arm and asked him to sit down.

The two of them calmed down their momentum and sat down in front of the fire again.

Xiahou Lan gave up and picked up the braised chicken legs that had just left over and threw them on the ground, and blew them casually, and put them into her mouth with bones and chewed them, "But I don't know what's different?"

Very beautiful?

Yesterday, I saw the little lady lying on the carriage with a bruised nose and a swollen face. She was so swollen that she couldn't tell the difference.

Others, what else can Gongsun Yan come up with to convince Zhao Yun?

Gongsun Zan has been defeated like a mountain. The youngest son Gongsun Cheng is too young, and Gongsun Yan is a daughter again, so it is difficult to borrow the light of the sun, and there is no certain momentum.

There is still some truth to Zhao Yunruo, the youngest son, Gongsun Cheng, and he has the name of loyalty and righteousness.

The most outrageous choice was made by Zhao Yun, the young lady of Gongsun Yan?

What kind of ecstasy soup did you drink?

Xiahou Lan muttered in her heart, but she didn't dare to say it out loud.

Since my friend has recognized his master and has no restraint, although Zhao Yun did not draw his sword to kill people, he is inevitably slid into the snow and has a blue and swollen face.

"There is hope in Mrs. Gongsun."

Zhao Yun recalled the scene of him alone in the cave in the afternoon.

When the agreed time comes, it suddenly appears and neatly packed feed pockets.

600 stones, 36,000 kilograms, even if you carry them on a horse, you have to carry them for a long time, but it appeared in front of you in a blink of an eye, filling the cave.

What if this kind of power is not hope?

"hope?"

Zhao Yun’s statement that is so mysterious is not recognized by Xiahou Lan.

If there is really hope, why is this the world like this?

And if that thin little lady wants to have hope, will she lie down for so many days with a bruised nose and a swollen face?

"Zi Xiu just watch it." Zhao Yun did not miss the flash of Xiahou Lan's face, but he didn't say anything.

He was originally unable to explain clearly, so how could he blame Xiahou Lan?

Zhao Yun handed Xiahou Lan the receipt copied by Gongsun Yan, "I'll ask Zi Xiu to help you in the future." Don't leave with anger like the sun.

snort!

Xiahou Lan snorted in anger and took the paper handed over by Zhao Yun.

When he came in, he was curious where the snow-white Cai Hou paper came from, and it turned out to be the hand of the lady Gongsun.

Take it to your hand and take a closer look with the fire.

After reading the first time, Xiahou Lan raised her eyebrows, read it twice more before returning the paper to Zhao Yun.

He admits that this statistical method is indeed a bit extraordinary.

But it's far from enough.

"Zi Xiu doesn't have to worry about food and grass." Zhao Yun took it back with a smile, broke it and put it in his arms.

"The most important thing at the moment is to let the soldiers maintain their health and maintain their energy. When the snow stops, we will set off."

Zhao Yun took out bandages and medicines from his pocket.

"Miss Gongsun gave me some good medicine." Zhao Yun shook his small paper bag containing crystal sulfonamide in his hand, and signaled to Xiahou Lan, "Come on, I'll show you the wound."

Xiahou Lan also suffered some injuries to her shoulder blade when she broke through.

He looked at Zhao Yun inexplicably, and Xiahou Lan sat by the fire to untied her military coat, took off her armor and uniform, and asked Zhao Yun to reband him.

Gongsun Yan had no idea about the small theater between Zhao Yun and Xiahou Lan in the room.

At this time, she was squatting in the kitchen and fighting against the stove.

When killing horses in the afternoon, Zhao Yun asked Wang Wu to bring a large piece of fresh horse meat to her and Gongsun Cheng.

I thought I should show the essential skills of time travel women, make a pot of soft and fragrant stewed horse meat to win over people's hearts and earn some favorability.

But she was defeated in the first step.

I don't know how other female compatriots learned the skill of burning fire without a teacher.

Anyway, Gongsun Yan's face was so gray that his face was not so bad that he did not make the fire come true.

Gongsun Cheng handed her firewood while sucking a small wooden stick with cheese stick.

Gongsun Yan gave him four of this cheese sticks, and he had to suck them very carefully for a while after each.

Until the taste was gone, I cherished the small wooden stick with simple animal drawings on it.

The sixth time I watched the flames ignited irrevocably, and a stream of black smoke emerged. Gongsun Yan, who had squatted until his feet were numb, decided to give up.

Go to the front yard to ask for help from Wang Wu.

But as soon as they walked out of the backyard, they bumped into Zhao Yun and Xiahou Lan who had been treated with their wounds.

Gongsun Yan's face was covered with a layer of black gray, which looked like a paint plate was overturned, which was particularly wonderful.

She subconsciously raised her hand to cover her face.

Xiahou Lan looked at Gongsun Yan, who had no handsome wife of the aristocratic family, and turned her head to look at Zhao Yun with an expressionless face.

This is what you call hope?

Is this hope that makes people feel unreliable?
Chapter completed!