Fu Ting followed and blew the light and lay down.

This couch is old and narrow.

It was okay if one person fell asleep, but the two of them were a little crowded.

He is tall and has long legs, so he can only lie on his side.

Qichi's back was facing him, as if he was nestling in his arms.

There were also faint lights outside the tent, and there were guards walking by night patrols from time to time.

She couldn't sleep for a moment, thinking about the injuries on his body just now, and asked, "What are the injuries on you?"

"I thought you've seen it all." His voice sounded above her head, and it sounded low and heavy.

The darkness hid the slight redness on her face, and she whispered: "I didn't have time to see."

He seemed to laugh.

Qichi rarely heard him laugh and was a little surprised.

Then I heard him say, "One arrow wound, two knife wounds, and one on the ventral side."

She answered: "And there is one around your neck."

He paused: "Yeah."

"That's it?" she thought he would say in detail.

Fu Ting recalled those injuries, but he didn't have much impression of them.

Just remember to have a hook with a sharp arrow. When taking it, you should first enter three inches, exit the hook corner, press down on the flesh and blood, and then pull it out. When the knife enters three inches, the skin and flesh turn out.

But if you want to say these in front of her, it is like a man showing off how powerful he is in front of a woman, and it may even scare her.

He said again: "It's gone."

Qichi stopped talking.

The man's body was close to her, her back was against his solid chest, and he even had one leg pressing against her.

I have experienced those who are more intimate than this. Recently, they have been connected and do not distinguish between each other.

But now that's it, she can even blush.

She stopped thinking about it, closed her eyes.

Because in the army, Futing rose earlier than usual.

I patrolled outside day and night, and the footsteps kept sounding.

He opened his eyes and saw the woman close to his chest first.

She slept peacefully, and this position had almost never changed overnight. He seemed to have hugged her and slept all night since then.

Fu Ting held her hand on the couch and sat up silently. He looked at her side face, the black hairs scattered on the couch. He reached out and touched a thread, twisted it between his fingers, and then put it down.

In this way, he suddenly felt an unprecedented intimacy.

After getting off the bed, he made no noise, so he simply put on his clothes and left the tent.

A guard came over with water and put on a cloth towel on his arm.

Only outside the tent, before dawn was clear, there was still a cool breeze, but he was used to it, rolled up his sleeves and washed with cold water.

When I picked up the knife and scraped my chin, the sound of drilling in the distance had already started.

He paused his hand and said, "Call them to speak softly."

The Guardian said yes.

"Third brother."

Fu Ting put down the knife, wiped his chin, and turned his head.

Luo Xiaoyi led Pugujing over, followed by Puguxinyun.

"The Protector, I have been disturbing the mansion recently, and I have come to the army to disturb you again. I feel guilty." Pugujing said with politeness.

Pugu Xinyun followed him down and bowed.

Futing said: "Since that's the case, I think the Pugu tribe is busy, so you should go back."

Luo Xiaoyi was stunned when he heard this and looked at his third brother in surprise.

The Pugu tribe is a meritorious leader. His third brother has always been very polite, and it is the first time he said such words as expelling guests.

Pugujing seemed to be about to leave, and continued, "What the Prophet says is that it's time to go back."

Pugu Xinyun quietly raised his head and looked at Fu Ting.

Luo Xiaoyi smiled and said, "I'm going to do it next time, I'm expecting new scenes in all departments. I'm really too busy right now."

Pugu Xinyun suddenly whispered: "It will be our Pugu tribe next time, it will take at least two or three years."

"Then you are the big girl." Luo Xiaoyi joked and said casually: "San brother, don't you?"

Futing nodded: "At that time, we can find a warrior from the Pugu tribe."

Luo Xiaoyi laughed out loud, and even Pugu Kyoto laughed, looking at his granddaughter.

Pugu Xinyun lowered his head and was speechless.

Fu Ting tied his cuffs and nodded at them: "There are still training in the army, so let's do it."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Luo Xiaoyi then chased after him and asked in a low voice: "Third Brother, did I hear it wrong? Are you just expelling the guests?"

"No nonsense."

Fu Ting's eyes were not clumsy, and he didn't know what happened yesterday.

A little girl who had never paid attention to her was not even considered an acquaintance in his eyes, let alone a careless person. She just didn't like this kind of trick, so she would forget it if she went back earlier.

It would be less likely that Li Qichi would feel it was difficult to pass.

...

Qichi was served by Xinlu and finished dressing up, and used a bowl of millet light porridge.

It was already noon outside.

Gradually, the voices started to quarrel, as if there was a horse running.

She pinched the veil and wiped her lips. She got up and was about to go out when she ran into Fu Ting and walked in.

"The people from the Pugu tribe are leaving," he said.

Qi Chi was unexpectedly: "So quickly?"

I looked outside and found that it was indeed the people from the Pugu tribe who were leading the horse.

She thought to herself that it was because my words were so severe yesterday that it made the little girl feel uncomfortable.

The visitor is a guest, and when he is leaving, he cannot be without expression.

She said, "Then send them."

Fu Ting had already arranged it and took the horse whip in his hand and said, "They want to walk in the army and take a shortcut. If the road is not easy to walk, you don't have to go."

Qichi thought for a while: "Then I will go with you on a horse."

Fu Ting looked at her, walked out, and ordered: "Take a horse."

After hearing this, Xinlu immediately went to get the cloak for the head of the family.

Qi Chi was wearing it on his body, and he tied it out of the tent.

The Pugubu was light and simple, and there was nothing to prepare for, so he quickly packed up.

A team of soldiers escorted the army.

The group of people got on the horse's back and were ready to go. Suddenly, the Protector and his wife came over on horseback, one after another.

Pugujing quickly turned his horse's head and thanked him: "How dare you do that for the time being, Dadu and his wife come to see you off in person."

Futing said, "It's okay, let's go."

Qichi followed him, and saw the Pugu Xinyun in the team.

The little girl was wearing a cloud-patterned beard and tied her hair into a bunch. She sat on the horse, looked at her, and then looked at the horse under her. She didn't expect that she would ride a horse, and then turned her head away.

After leaving the military camp, there was nothing to say.

It was not until we got up the mountain road and the road was difficult to walk, and everyone walked into a fine line, and we had words to each other.

Qichi looked at the narrow path, just like a sheep intestine, but only for a while, the past was smooth.

If you look at it from left to right, it will indeed save you a lot of time than walking on the official road.

Fu Ting turned around from the front and said, "Follow closely."

She grabbed the reins of the horse and glanced at the bottom of the mountain road. Although it was not deep, it was a bit dangerous.
To be continued...