The stream is very sweet and the people are beautiful. The fish soup made in this way is simply a savory taste in the world.

Qianqian has been guarding this room for two years. Two years is too precious for a young woman. If his father and brother are still there, she might have married her husband and children. Of course, she would not meet Shi Yong again in trouble.

This kind of fate is very subtle. There are hundreds of millions of people in the world, but he and her meet here. Everyone knows it well, and knows that it is God's will.

Qianqian held a bowl of soup and did something that a mute seemed to do - dazed!

The mute cannot speak, and can only say to himself in his heart. Once there are too many things in his heart, he will learn to be dazed and silent over time.

She sat quietly on the fence and looked at the only dark path leading to the yard. She always thought that her father and brother would return from the corner of the path one day...

She waited for an afternoon every time.

Shi Yong ate some fish soup and fell asleep for an afternoon. When he woke up, he felt energetic and his strength recovered at least 50%. As long as he didn't deliberately touch the wound, he would be able to lift his halberd and get on his horse and kill the enemy in blood!

At dusk, you will see:

The sky in the hills, the sky in the streams, the sky in the small room, the beauty of the little girl!

At this moment, we should invite the most famous painter in the south, "Jiushi Shanren" to paint one, and nominate: "Golden Sun Sky Color Picture". If you buy and sell it, you will inevitably have tens of thousands of taels of silver!

"Miss Zhang, I'm hungry again."

Shi Yong appeared quietly behind her - he was silent for an afternoon, and suddenly a voice came out. She was so scared that she threw the porcelain bowl on her hand, and the person fell from the fence about a meter high, just in time to fall into Shi Yong's arms.

This is also Shi Yong's purpose.

Now that he has recovered his strength, as long as his blood and energy are not strong, nothing will happen.

Qianqian was sensitively aware of the crisis and quickly stretched Shi Yong's chest out of her arms. She accidentally pressed Shi Yong's wound and grinned in pain:

"Miss Zhang, do you want me to feel so painful?"

Qianqian looked at her claws and saw blood oozing out of Shi Yong's chest. She couldn't speak in her mouth and seemed too slow to write. She could only stomp her feet on the spot and annoyed. But she never dared to approach Shi Yong, for fear that he would be ill-treated.

Shi Yong covered his chest, looking at Qianqian, who was anxious as an ant on a hot pan, and laughed out loud: "Hahaha... Forget it, little injuries are fine, go and cook some supper, I'm really hungry."

Qianqian's annoyance turned into anger. She stubbornly stomped her mouth and held the wooden stick on the ground and wrote: "You laughed at me, why should I serve you?"

Shi Yong's mouth curled slightly, and he walked to chase the words on the ground with his feet. In the end, the sentence Qianqian wrote only became four words: "I - serve - you."

Shi Yong smiled proudly: "It's right to write like this, you should serve me."

Qianqian was so angry that she broke the wooden branch and stopped and swung her sleeves. Although she was kind, she had a temper. Even if a man of unknown origin, even if he was a general, why should she serve her? She was not a maid or a wife and concubine!

Shi Yong smiled and said with a smile: "Miss Zhang, if you don't serve me well, I will not be able to recover my strength. If I can't recover my strength, what if your aunt really brings someone to rob the bride in three days. Then wouldn't you really want to marry that blacksmith Wang?"

When Qianqian heard the five words "marry Wang Blacksmith", her anger was instantly wiped out, but she looked sad.

Shi Yong stepped forward, gently hugged her slender waist with his big hand, and said softly in his ear: "With me here, no one can hurt you at all." This is a charming word, let the woman rely on you, rely on you wholeheartedly, and then... and the man can gain a better position.

This kind of woman is not good, but even their favorites in marching and fighting, Shi Yong has had many women, and naturally many beautiful ones, but most of them are women of the world. Just imagine, after the strong winds and waves, they have tasted big fish and meat. In the future, choose a quiet small residence, return to the field to unload their armor, and do not envy the glory, and come with a pretty beauty in front of you, what else can you ask for?

Qianqian still broke away from Shi Yong's arms. She stroked her hair and started fucking without looking back. She started tonight's supper.

Shi Yong didn't feel regretful, nor would he guess. She knew that this woman would be her own sooner or later. From the moment she was rescued, love had long been destined by heaven.

The same fish for supper, cooked and roasted, but they all seemed very light because of the shortage of oil and salt.

The galaxy is shining at night, and there are no lamp oil candles in the courtyard, so I can only simply burn a fire in the dam. Although the moon is very bright tonight, lighting at home fire is always needed.

Shi Yong also sat on the fence and stared quietly in a daze. There were even more sorrows in his heart than his hair.

He would think: Foreigners invade, the northwest and the southwest and the soldiers are threatened, the loyal bones of the soldiers, how to handle their affairs afterwards, Yan Qing must be anxious, and the world will be in chaos... Everything seems to be caused by his defeated army!

This responsibility is too heavy, so he can't breathe!

"Cough cough cough!" He seemed to be about to cough out his lungs, with blood flowing from his mouth and nose, and he was also in a daze - he could no longer hold his body, so he leaned his head and fell off the fence and fainted...

...

If Qianqian doesn't care about him, he will definitely die.

Not only did he not die, he also lay in the gentle quilt, sleeping until the daytime match.

It seems that Qianqian really serves him very well.

The gentle sunlight penetrated into the room through the crack in the door. A few small peaches were placed on the table, and a note was pressed under the peaches.

Shi Yong hurriedly got out of bed and grabbed the note, saying the content: "I'll go to the town."

He put down the note and felt inexplicably worried. A mute, a weak woman, her evil aunt and Wang Blacksmith were also in the town. Will she suffer if she goes there? And the journey is long, and there is no village or shop behind. What if she meets a bad person?

The more he thought about it, he became more and more anxious. He held the note tight and pushed the door out! But when he was about to leave the hospital, he saw Qianqian rushing back from the path with a scribble on her back. She was covered in gauze, so she wouldn't be stupid enough to get into the tiger's mouth.

Shi Yong hurried to take the memorial, and even blamed him a little: "Why did you go to the market without saying a word?"

Qianqian pulled the cover down, took a few breaths, took out a few packets of herbs from her back, stuffed them to Shi Yong in anger, glared at him, turned around and walked towards Little Curie.

Shi Yong was very grateful and hurriedly caught up with the medicine, shouting, "Miss Zhang, don't leave. Since you have gone to the town, should you tell me what the situation is going on outside?"

Qianqian was really tired. She sat on the stone bench and rested for a long time before she held the wooden stick and slowly wrote three words on the ground:

"Turkish people."
Chapter completed!