She always thinks about him like this. Ning Nanyou feels increasingly that life is so beautiful.

Jiang Chengjia leaned against him, looked at his uncomfortable look, and scolded with distress: "Your legs must have fallen into the water last night and suffered a cold. Ning Zhaoyuan, what should I say to you?"

Ning Nanyou hummed twice, raised the corners of his lips, closed his eyes and leaned on the pillow without saying a word.

Jiang Chengjia saw that he ignored him and was too lazy to continue saying this. Anyway, he didn't listen to these words. What should he do, he would still do.

So she moved her whole body to his feet, and then kept pushing and pressing him along the veins, hoping that he could fall asleep peacefully.

Ning Nanyou was so painful that he couldn't fall asleep. Under her comfort, he gradually became sleepy and hurried beside the bed and fell asleep.

After a while, Jiang Chengjia felt that his hands and arms were sore and unbearable, so he stopped, turned to look at Ning Nanyou again, and found that he was asleep soundly, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

She lay back beside him, but she woke up completely and could no longer sleep.

This time, she couldn't fall asleep.

Jiang Chengjia smiled bitterly and laughed at himself. He stretched out his finger and pointed the husband's chest hard. Seeing that he was breathing calmly and steadily, he was not awakened by her actions, so he shook his head helplessly. She lay down, only close to him, and put a few kisses on his forehead and nose bridge. He got into his arms, hugged his waist, and fell asleep with great satisfaction.

Ning Nanyou felt a feeling in his dream. He muttered like a child, waved his long arms, hugged the petite lady into his arms, pressed her sideways, and then snorted with satisfaction, and fell asleep again.

Jiang Chengjia laughed and laughed, letting him embrace him, curling the corners of his lips, closing his eyes happily, and urging himself to fall asleep again.

Dreams come from a wonderful place.

The moonlight, which seemed to be there and there was nothing scattered in the night sky, like the deep blue sea, without any waves. The shining stars and the milky white moonlight blended, and the coldness was not a trace of warmth. The cold wind blowing from the North Mountain pounced on the dark earth with silence, sinking in late autumn.

The more lonely the night, the more beautiful the starry sky is.

Ning Nanyou fell into a dream. When he opened his eyes, a white light flashed, shaking his eyes, sour.

Gradually, the white fog in the dream dissipated.

What appeared before him was a vast grassland.

He stood here alone, feeling absurd and strange in his heart. On the grassland, sheep and cattle were mixed, and were chased by the shepherds. Ning Nanyou stood with his hands behind his back, exploring the environment everywhere, and then stretched his legs and walked forward two steps.

The surrounding environment suddenly changed as he walked. He came from the endless grassland to the fence full of domes and felt bags.

Ning Nanyou looked at the scene in surprise. Before he could figure out the situation, he suddenly heard a sound from the felt tent on his left hand.

A man wearing a thick velvet straight-collared short jacket, crotch-closed pants, leather boots, diamonds on his forehead, and a few strings of braids lifted the curtain of the felt bag and slowly walked out from it.

Out of instinct, Ning Nanyou turned his feet, quickly and accurately found the shelter, hid it behind, and carefully checked the situation.

The husband was holding a mini bronze incense burner in his hand, and walked towards the place where Ning Nanyou was hiding with a look of bad luck.

The sun on the grassland was dazzling and shone directly down without any shelter. Ning Nanyou stared at the husband who was walking towards him and took a closer look. He was stunned and stayed there in shock.

The person who walked out from behind the felt curtain was Zhou Yuanmo, who had not seen each other for more than half a year.

Ning Nan was worried and his face darkened.

Did he think about something every day and dream about something every night?

After a good sleep, I could even dream of Zhou Yuanmo who was in the Huns camp.

He bent over and hid behind another tent, waited for Zhou Yuanmo to pass by him, and then followed him quietly.

Zhou Yuanmo pulled the thick wool velvet draped on his body, and yelled, and walked straight into a felt bag that was not decorated with ornate.

Ning Nanyou followed him up, and before he could lift the curtain of the felt bag, he seemed to be attracted by a force, and his body was like a transparent soul, penetrated into the tent.

There was no blockage in the felt bag, and he was in a panic for a few steps and almost stood firm.

Zhou Yuanmo in the dream seemed to feel a strange thing, and his eyes turned sharply and looked in his direction.

The sharp and cold eyes made Ning Nan's worry stop and the corners of his lips twitch, making him speechless.

He thought Zhou Yuanmo saw him, but then he thought that this was a dream, not a reality, so he breathed a sigh of relief. He was like a floating soul, and no one could see him in this felt bag.

Ning Nanyou followed Zhou Yuanmo's gaze and looked at the door of the tent. He saw a middle-aged man dressed in the same manner as Zhou Yuanmo walking inward in a tiger step.

He laughed and looked at Zhou Yuanmo, who was placing an incense burner in the tent with contempt, mocking: "Zhou Yuanmo, do you think the Shanyu is so easy to manipulate? A dog thief in the Central Plains who is ignorant of the sky and the earth! You might as well carry your Dingxiang copper furnace back to the northern border town, right? Why are you still here for?"

Zhou Yuanmo's face turned pale and coldly, and he said, "Soluoqi! What else do you do besides being able to talk like this? What do you mean by me? What do you mean by me? I am incompetent in Shanyu? I can't do anything at will? If you are talking nonsense like this, be careful that I will sue Xiao Shanyu with a complaint! You can't afford to take care of it!"

The strong man who was called Soluoqi by Zhou Yuanmo sneered: "Zhou Yuanmo, I don't know that the people of the Central Plains actually have such shameless people as you. Do you think that if you give advice to Shanyu, the Shanyu will keep you by his side for the rest of his life? I tell you that Shanyu is not short of you, a counselor, so don't always use Xiao Shanyu to pretend to be a tiger in front of me! I don't take this trick!"

Zhou Yuanmo's gloomy face was covered with black lines. He refused to speak out and said repressedly: "Since you look down on me so much, why should you come to my tent to get angry? I don't welcome you here. A reckless man without vision!"

Soluoqi was like a scoundrel. He heard that he laughed without being angry. His strong and plump body sat on a few short tables in Zhou Yuanmo's tent, raised his thighs, grinned and said, "You don't welcome me, but I like to stay here. As long as I can see you so angry that you smoke, I feel comfortable."

Zhou Yuanmo's face became even worse, and he pinched the mini incense burner tightly in his hand. It seemed that Soloqi could smash the incense burner out after saying another word.

He lowered his head and pressed his voice and said, "Soluoqi, you'd better know more and get out of me quickly. Although Shanyu didn't agree with my ideas, he still relied on me very much. If he saw you insult me ​​like this, would he spare you?"

Soluoqi's expression changed slightly, a trace of concern flashed in his eyes, and he still pretended not to care on his face: "I am the number one general under the command of Shanyu, who has made great contributions to Shanyu. What are you, just a traitor from the Central Plains. Shanyu will never punish me for you."

Zhou Yuanmo chuckled and glanced at him with a squinted look: "Oh? General Soloqi, are you afraid you forgot it? Three days ago, Shanyu just confiscated all the property in your account because you robbed me of the credit, and all of them belong to me. After this scar healed, he forgot to hurt. Could it be that the general's account still has private money?"

Soloqi was angry, clenched his fists and sternly said to him: "Zhou Yuanmo! How dare you threaten me?!"

Zhou Yuanmo raised his eyebrows, his black and smelly face slowed down, and he said lightly: "I don't want to threaten the general. Who told you to surround me like a fly?"

Soloqi had never suffered such insults. He suddenly stood up, kicked over the short case where he had just sat, and strided forward to Zhou Yuanmo, raised his fist and was about to beat him. At a critical moment, a shout came from the felt bag: "Stop!"

Ning Nanyou twitched the corners of his mouth, his eyebrows raised like a distant peak, and he complained in his heart: Zhou Yuanmo in his dream was really busy, with guests one after another.

He looked in front of the felt-packing curtain.

I saw a noble man wearing a thick velvet sheep jacket, straight-collared clothes, short horse-riding trousers, black leather cow boots, and bronze ornaments and jade on his waist standing alone and proudly. He had a blue face and stared at the two people in front of him. The cold and oppressive meaning of his body came invisibly.

This person has obvious interracial characteristics, with a high nose and a straight beam, dark skin, deep eyes, cherry red lips, handsome and upright.

Ning Nanyou silently lowered his jaw and commented three or two, feeling that his aesthetic taste was quite consistent. The handsome men who appeared in the dream were all strong and tall, with deep eyes and straight noses.

The husband standing in front of the tent looked a bit like him.

I heard the man scolding coldly: "Soluoqi, you have a hard wing. You have no defeat in the grassland to treat the guests I invited?"

Soluoqi, who was still angry just now, froze, and withdrew his fists and feet in dejectedly, took a few steps back, stared at Zhou Yuanmo with a gloomy look, and couldn't help but retort: ​​"Xiao Shanyu is too polite to this person in the Central Plains."

The young man called Xiao Shanyu by Soluoqi glanced at Zhou Yuanmo quietly, quickly lowered his eyes, opened his robe, hung it on the screen of the side, and sat alone in the desk.

Zhou Yuanmo put away his emotions, lowered his eyes, and took a ritual to the young little Shanyu in the grassland. After taking a careful look, he said, "Little Shanyu... it's better not to do this in the future. General Soloqi saw it and felt very uncomfortable. He was jealous of you and me."

He seemed to be smiling and ridiculed Soloqi.

Soluoqi's face turned red and white, and he rubbed his hands hard.

The young man on the seat sneered, and his deep and low voice slowly recalled: "Did you hear me? Military Secretary Zhou said you are jealous. Soluoqi, you are very upset when you look at me believing in others, right?"
Chapter completed!