Nagato has a thin waist

That night, it started to rain lightly again in Bingzhou City.

When Pei Man came in, only Daman was standing in the room. Xiaoman saw him behind the curtain, quickly retracted his head and reported to Feng Yun.

The house is clean and tidy.

Smell with fragrance, faintly curling up.

The guards around Pei Madang were all sons and daughters, and there were no girls. The servants who took care of chores were all guards. The house couldn't be said to be too messy, but it was completely different after Feng Yun moved in...

"General." Daman looked at the tall figure, lowered his head, not daring to look directly, "The girl just came back not long ago, and today she was poured water all over her body at Liu's house and took a bath in it."

In fact, the water did not directly hit Feng Yun.

Because Wen Xingsu blocked her, her shoes only got wet.

Daman said it a bit exaggeratedly. Pei Ran walked into the inner room without asking any questions.

The room smells even more fragrant. It's the smell of Feng Yun's body, like a light nectar floating over it, making people greedy...

After the two of them started messing around that day, Pei Madang didn't come back. Whenever he stopped here, he would think about the inconvenience of that day, which would inevitably make his heart wander and his blood boil.

He glanced at the books on the table and took them over.

Unexpectedly, it was a collection of poems and poems.

Feng Yun reads a lot of books, covers a wide range of topics, and has a good memory. All books are treasures in her eyes, and she crams all kinds of knowledge into her head. She never gets tired of it...

But that's not the case in Pei Man's eyes.

"The brocade quilt is no longer warm, and the robes are getting wider. Looking at the high platform for a long time, who is playing the strings?"

He thought of the sour poems written by Xiao San.

Having been involved in the camp since he was a child, these things are unfamiliar to Pei Ran and are not worth mentioning. He is not even interested in the anecdotes of famous people, and he never imitates the polite and scumbag behavior of the children in the capital.

He didn't see anything wrong with it.

Until I saw Feng Yun’s book.

A girl from an aristocratic family, Feng Yun, who has been praised as a child prodigy by his tutor since childhood, loves elegance and advocates elegance...

The wind chimes swinging in front of the window make a clear sound...

Pei Madang frowned and threw the book back with a snap.

"General?" Feng Yun walked in and saw the scene of General Pei throwing a book angrily. He was stunned, then casually walked to the charcoal stove in front of the window and sat down.

"The book grew legs, walked up to the general, and annoyed the general?"

Feng Yun let the maid twist her hair, tilted her neck back slightly, revealing a large area of ​​smooth porcelain white skin, and spoke in a lazy and casual tone.

She loves books, treats them like a treasure, and can't bear to be treated like this.

Pei Ran glanced at her and said nothing.

Outside the window, there is a faint silhouette cast by the moonlight. The curtains are lightly swayed, and the girl sitting under the window seems to be glowing with light.

Feng Yun groaned and suddenly frowned, "Be gentle."

She raised her eyes and looked at Daman.

Daman is a little innocent, she is already very light...

"Girl, forgive me." Daman swallowed his grievance and put his hand down more gently, but Feng Yun smoothed his wet hair and waved his hand, "That's it, let it dry after a while. Go down."

There was a charcoal fire in the room, and a tall bamboo cover was buckled on it. Xiaoman moved the charcoal cage towards Feng Yun, and then retreated with Daman.

As soon as he opened the curtain and went out, he heard Feng Yun sneezing, "The weather in Bingzhou is much cooler than Andu."

Pei Ran said: "I'll do it."

He stood up and picked up the towel. Feng Yun's charming eyes rolled slightly: "Thank you, General."

Daman and Xiaoman looked at each other.

It turned out that she was just waiting for the general to twist her hair.

Xiao Man stuck out his tongue and whispered: "Girls are so good at it. How can girls know everything? The general must obediently bow down under his pomegranate skirt..."

When they went out today, the young men from Beiyong Army showed their admiration when they saw the girl. However, the girl acted like she was nothing. Xiao Man was almost swollen when he saw her, with pride written all over his face. He wished he could guard her all the time. As her licking dog.

Da Man hissed and pulled her away.

Xiao Man said: "What are you doing? I still want to hear it."

Two clouds of red suddenly appeared on Daman's cheeks, and he stretched out his hand to pinch Xiaoman's ears.

"Haven't you heard enough that day? Don't be ashamed."

Xiao Man rubbed his ears and cried out in pain, and said in a low voice: "I'm afraid that when we leave, the general will bully the girl again. He has rough hands and feet. What should I do if he hurts the girl..."

"You also said..." Daman covered her mouth directly.

No one in the house heard what the two maids said outside.

Feng Yun enjoyed the general's service. He stretched out his body in boredom and turned his back to Pei Mang. He asked calmly:

"Has the general heard about the Liu family's affairs?"

Pei Ran hummed, showing no expression.

Feng Yun raised his eyes to look at him, his lips moving with hesitation.

"I ordered the killing, does the general know?"

Pei Madang still had no emotion, his eyes were focused on the tangled hair, and his tone did not fluctuate, "Yeah."

Feng Yun turned to look at him, "General, do you think I did something wrong?"

Pei Mang slowed down his hand, and his eyes met the girl's soft beautiful eyes, "Kill him, kill him."

"Isn't it right to kill?"

She had to come to a conclusion.

For no other reason than to know whether her behavior is right or wrong from the perspective of a superior, and whether there is any room for improvement. She is very serious, like a studious student facing a respected teacher.

It's a pity that Pei Ran's eyes were slightly bright, and his thoughts didn't seem to be here.

"Everything has been done, there is no right or wrong."

Feng Yun was not satisfied with this answer. She held his wrist and said with a little anger, "From the tone of the general, you seem to have some complaints. I want to hear your opinion."

Pei Jue: "Want to hear the truth?"

Feng Yun nodded seriously. Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time and just looked at her like that, her confidence turned into anxiety.

Pei Jue's hand fell on her head, and the towel wrapped her head completely in it. His tone was light.

"You are still too soft."

"What do you mean?" Feng Yun turned back in confusion.

Pei Jue held her head and didn't let her twist.

"Cut the grass and root it out. Put all the blame on me."

"..."Feng Yun laughed and glanced at him, "I don't need to push it. The general has to bear this dirty water. In the eyes of others, you and I are one."

Pei Jue didn't speak, and his eyes softened.

He changed a clean towel and continued to wipe her.

Feng Yun was very pleased. She narrowed her eyes and talked to him about her thoughts like a little fox who was served comfortably.

If they took back the grain or asked the big households to hand it over, it would add more manpower costs, and the Beiyong Army would have to send someone to take charge, and whether they did a good job or not, they would be easily punished.

Therefore, she divided Bingzhou City into areas, and asked the big households to distribute porridge according to their affordability, and rewarded them in the name of the Beiyong Army, saving trouble and effort, and getting what they needed.

Pei Jue had already received the news.

After hearing it, he pinched her rosy earlobe.

"Well done."

Feng Yun felt a little happy, "Thank you for your appreciation, my lord. I will do my best to share your worries."

At this point, she seemed to think of something, and turned her head to look at Pei Jue's face, "I wonder if there is any news about Ao Qi?"

These days, she didn't mention Ao Qi much, because she didn't want to offend Pei Jue, but Pei Jue didn't have much expression. His face, set off by the charcoal fire, had a high nose and sharp eyes, and was as cold as a sculpture, making people unpredictable.

"No."

Feng Yun's heart sank.

Although war is cruel and death is common... but if the person who died is Ao Qi, it is difficult for her to digest it immediately from an emotional point of view.

"Could he be captured by the Qi army?"

When she captured Xiao Rong, she thought about this matter, and even thought about it. If Ao Qi was captured, she would exchange Xiao Rong.

But there was no news these days, and Pei Jue's reaction was too calm. When she asked, he just shook his head and said nothing.

Feng Yun asked: "Aren't you worried about your nephew?"

Pei Jue: "Life and death are determined by fate."

This makes sense, but it is a bit cruel when it comes from the mouth of her uncle. But if the uncle is Pei Jue, it is normal.

Feng Yun was worried about Ao Qi.

Pei He looked down at her, "I let Ao Qi follow Zhu Cheng as a forward, what do you think?"

Feng Yun was slightly startled, pinched his hand and turned her head, stared at him and asked: "What do I think?"

Pei He hummed, straightened her head, and continued to comb her hair. He was not as good as Daman and Xiaoman, but Feng Yun enjoyed the service of the general and did not dislike it.

The room was quiet.

Feng Yun thought for a moment, and said seriously: "General Zhu is a veteran with rich battlefield experience. Ao Qi can get experience by following him. It is not wrong for the general to cultivate his nephew... No one would expect such an accident to happen..."

She talked about the matter and said it calmly.

But Pei He suddenly stopped and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"You think so?"

Feng Yun laughed, "How else can you think? The general treats his subordinates as brothers. Could he have selfish thoughts about his nephew?"

Pei He looked at her eyebrows and said nothing gloomily.

Feng Yun glanced at him, "Could it be... that the Ao family blames you?"

Pei Jue: "Strange."

Ao Zheng thought Pei Jue was dissatisfied with Ao Qi's desire for Feng Shier Niang, so he deliberately sent him to be the vanguard. The words in the letter were very fierce...

"That doesn't make sense." Feng Yun said, "I am also worried about Ao Qi, but I don't think the general's arrangement is wrong. What's more, Ao Qi said in his last letter that he wanted to charge into battle and make achievements in building a career. This is what he wanted."

Pei Jue didn't interrupt her.

But after she finished speaking, she didn't continue the topic, but asked in a rare good temper: "Ji has made great contributions, what reward do you want?"

Feng Yun smiled: "I want it, I'm afraid the general will not give it."

Pei Jue: "What do you want?"

Feng Yun pouted.

"Will the general give me everything I want?"

Pei Jue's hand paused, "It depends on whether I have it."

"You have it." Feng Yun leaned over and said half jokingly and half seriously: "That day the general left halfway, causing me to have a night of spring dreams..."