When General Yan Li heard this, he felt very angry and immediately said, "The princess should choose the prince. I believe the prince will be very happy." After saying that, he raised his feet and walked out of the tent.
"Stop, I said I want to play with you, so I will play with you. Do you have any objection?" She glanced at them again.
No one responded. Finally, Yu Beiming spoke up, "Half an hour."
Then everyone breathed a sigh of relief, except General Yanli who felt that the end of the world had come. He felt that even though it was only half an hour, his life would definitely not be easy.
Mo Xiao smiled and said, "It will definitely be fun tonight."
Yu Beiming raised an eyebrow
Of course, the rest of the people care about the people in front of them.
Mo Xiaohuan glanced at them. It was great that they all had lovers, but Yan Li was still alone...
The cold wind blew at night. Although the sun shone during the day, it was still freezing cold at night. The soldiers were in an unusually cheerful mood tonight.
The bonfire slowly rises into the sky
Mo Xiaohuan sat by the bonfire, looking at the bonfire stand and wondering, how much firewood would be used? Are you crazy? Even if you go back tomorrow, you can't burn all the firewood in one night?!
Yu Beiming sat down behind her at this time, letting her lean against his chest
The ground is covered with layers of blankets, each with a small area, enough for two people to sit on
Mo Xiaohuan had to say that marching was such a waste!
"Did you burn all the firewood?" She asked Yu Beiming with her head tilted slightly, but her eyes were looking elsewhere.
Yu Beiming was a little dissatisfied with her. She was obviously talking to him but looking at someone else, so he turned her face to him with one hand and said, "Pay attention, woman, this firewood is no longer needed. Just use it up. It will be there tomorrow."
Set off to go back.”
"What if you don't save some? What if something happens on the way?" Mo Xiaohuan simply turned around and looked at him, frowning at him.
"Don't worry about this, I have my own arrangements." Yu Beiming smiled. He has been marching for so many years, and if he still doesn't understand these words, how can he be called General Yum?
At this time, Lin Muxiao, who was not far away, waved to him. He was drinking, meaning he wanted him to come over.
Mo Xiaohuan also saw it, "Go, don't drink too much, do you hear me?"
Yu Beiming grinned, "knowing" that she is becoming more and more like a little wife now and cares about others, but he likes it
Then he stood up and walked over to him. When he passed by, several men gathered around him and drank together.
There were several more women on Mo Xiaohuan's side. They were all next to each other, secretly commenting on the men drinking over there.
"Who do you think is the worst drinker?"
"The weak willow supports the wind"
"Zhang Zifeng"
"Lin Muxiao"
The three women said in unison
In the end, Mo Xiaohuan burst out laughing. It seemed that like her, they all told the man not to drink too much before he left.
"Why are you laughing?" Huanpei asked her
"We are all stupid when we laugh," Mo Xiaohuan said
"Are we stupid?" Princess An Ning couldn't help asking, what does this mean?
"Yes, if we weren't stupid, how could we have fallen into their hands?" Lin Mu thought to herself.
"In that case, let's cheers to our future unity in the war of resistance!" Mo Xiaohuan raised his glass and said
When the three women saw her raising a glass of wine, their hearts went cold. They felt like something was going to happen and no one dared to touch her.