Chapter 5 Promise (Mikami) When the flames of passion gradually subsided, Xuzi sat up and wiped the sweat from her chest with her handkerchief. Erya was already asleep, curled up, as quiet as a hibernating snake.
Imagine such tranquility, such a weak body contains such crazy power, like a wild fire, burning fiercely can make two people melt every time, forgetting everything outside the body, only burning, burning to the heart
During the day, Xuanyin, he remembered that the book once used these four words to describe this kind of deviant behavior. Only after truly experiencing it, you will find that the taste of deviance can sometimes be sweet. With the sunlight coming through the window, Asahi watched with some intoxication.
The flush on Erya's face, the sleeper next to her, has not completely faded away. The crazy marks left by someone's lips just now extend from her cheeks and neck to the edge of her collarbones. She has a pair of perfect collarbones, as perfect as horns and bows.
Below the arc of the clavicle of the upper and lower arms is a pair of fleshy mounds that have just begun to grow in size. They rise and fall with the breathing. Looking from the side, they look like apples in the current season, exuding a rich fragrance amid their greenness.
"I'm really crazy!" Xuzi laughed bitterly, pulled up the quilt to cover the alluring body in front of him, and then quickly grabbed the clothes scattered at the foot of the bed. He had worn them once in the morning, and now it was the middle of the day.
The second time, the left side of his chest was still wet with Erya's tears, and it made people feel tender to the touch. He remembered that he was originally discussing with the other party how to ask for the armor from the old general who had come to protect the children. Unexpectedly,
Just after getting started, they went off topic thousands of miles away. Two people started a dispute over His Majesty the Emperor, who was thousands of miles away. The differences could not be reconciled. Then, all the conflicts gave way to instinct.
But love and passion did not merge the differences, but temporarily covered them up. Xuzi knew that the next time Yang Guang was mentioned, Erya would still stand up like a hedgehog, while she mercilessly slandered His Majesty and countless others.
When a brother died on the way to the east, he would still be furious
For Li Xu, the Battle of Liaodong not only represented fire and death, it was his past. Maybe the decision-makers had made huge mistakes in this matter, but those who implemented the decisions actually paid with their blood and lives.
It was something he had done wholeheartedly. When he did it, he rarely thought that he would live to gain fame. Although he was unwilling to do so at first, but after he was actually involved, that war represented the power of the Sui Dynasty in his mind.
The dignity of the people of the Central Plains. In her heart, this battle is just the origin of disaster and has nothing to do with dignity and honor.
He sighed softly, turned over and got out of bed. The moment he stood up, he vaguely felt that Erya had been awakened and was concentrating on him. When he turned around, he found that the other party was still asleep, with a smile on his face as if he had just stolen it.
The child who ate a bunch of apples had a frown on his eyebrows, as if to blame him for not knowing how to show mercy.
"You don't need to understand, but at least you won't be hurt again!" Xuzi shook his head and withdrew his loving gaze from Erya's face. The topic about Liaodong was not fatal. The sentence that hurt him the most just now was, "
Why did your master and friends also rebel?" Regarding this question, Xu Zi himself couldn't explain it clearly, but he didn't think that Uncle Jiu and Xu Dayan's choice was necessarily the right one. Deep down, he agreed more with Zhang
Xutuo, although he himself did not experience the same dynasty change as Zhang Xutuo
Xuzi remembered that Zhang Xutuo had said something drunk last night that when he was young, he thought that all problems could be solved by changing the court. The Great Zhou Dynasty was replaced by the Great Sui Dynasty. As a result, except for some rebellions, he died happily.
Except for some people, after experiencing a short period of excitement, everything quickly returned to its original state.
Fortune is still designed for aristocratic families. Unless children from ordinary families have a rare chance, they will never have a chance to get ahead. People at the bottom will still work hard for three meals a day. Occasionally, there will be natural disasters, and there will be tragedies in which a large number of people starve to death. The officialdom is still as dark as ever.
, people who tell the truth usually end badly. If you want to do something down-to-earth, the first thing you have to learn is not how to do things, but how to work with everyone.
Therefore, Zhang Xutuo chose to guard, and guarded without any principles. Xuzi, who had completely sobered up from the drunkenness, could even vaguely realize that the old general Zhang Xutuo was not guarding the Sui Dynasty, because when talking about His Majesty and the imperial court, the old general's tone
The old general is no more respected than Xu Zi. What he protects is the peace in front of him. It is an order that allows most people to continue to live within their capabilities. It is not for the sake of becoming a prince or a general, not for wealth and honor, but just for the responsibility on the shoulders of a warrior.
"A warrior's responsibility is to protect rather than destroy." Zhang Xutuo once said this. This sentence and his sentence yesterday, "Disappointment is disappointment, but protection remains the same", are both engraved in Xu Zi's memory: "Can I do it?
"Xu Zi poked out his scarred arm from under his robe. This arm was strong enough, but he was not sure that he could shoulder as many responsibilities as Zhang Xutuo.
He is not yet twenty years old, while Zhang Xutuo is already half a hundred years old. The eyes of a twenty-year-old person always have more sunshine and hope than the eyes of a fifty-year-old person, and their mentality cannot be as indifferent as the other person.
Xuzi retracted his arm, carefully put on his robe, and tied all the sash. The memo he recorded last night was placed on the corner of the table. The words were written neatly, but the words were not his own. Xuzi could tell them apart.
It can be seen that he has worked hard on his handwriting. Although his handwriting is difficult to match that of contemporary famous artists, it is strong and powerful, but the handwriting in front of him is soft and has no strength at all.
It turned out that she could also write. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look back at the sleeping Erya. From this angle, the little girl's eyelashes were very long, her face was round, her nose was straight, and her body was curved under the quilt.
The ups and downs, in addition to temptation, seem to hide many secrets
Xuzi remembered that before the quarrel, Erya's last question was, "Who is more capable, Yuwenshu or General Laihu'er? Are they in harmony with each other?" This question is worth recalling. Laihu'er has always been dissatisfied with Yuwenshu's manipulation of power. He seemed to
He is the only general in the army who has the strength and talent to compete with Yu Wenshu. Following this line of thinking, Xuzi found that he was actually very close to Lai Huer. Yu Wenshu once said that when there are common interests, anyone can
become friends
Do common political enemies count as common interests? Xuzi looked at Erya again with praise. He had found a shortcut to establish a relationship with Lai Huer. He had met the little girl whom Erya accidentally reminded him.
Not much in the world, but good at scheming
Drunkard's note: Please vote, there is another episode tonight where I fainted and vomited blood.
