Chapter 69 Peach Blossom

As the winter night gradually came, the armies of the two countries, which had been facing each other across the river, took a break. The troops were stationed on both sides of the river, and bonfires were lit between the tents. The confrontation in the day seems to be less important in such a quiet night. Untimely, with the melting firelight, the long sound of animals and the crackling sound of firewood burning in the distance, and the occasional whispers of the soldiers, unexpectedly made this tense battlefield a little warm and humane.

Yiluo has been depressed recently. Huo Qiyue knew that she had come to her hometown. On the one hand, she was timid, and on the other hand, she thought of her parents who died unjustly in the country. It was difficult to calm down for a moment, and it was not surprising.

He deliberately left Yingluo in the account and let her calm down. He came to Wei Jia's commander's tent and told her his doubts.

Xue Zhen sent him to investigate the poisoning and death of soldiers in the "Wei Army" camp. Coincidentally, he really saw the strange viper that killed people.

Now think about it, the girl Miluo, who saved, was strange all over her body. Although she acted confidentially, Huo Qiyu caught a glimpse of the little snake on her sleeve for a moment.

This matter must have something to do with her. Although Huo Qiyu still doesn't know what medicine is sold in her gourd, it is a nail thing to be detrimental to "Wei Army" and Dayun. In this case, he naturally has to discuss it with Wei Jia.

He thought of Milo, and Milo also remembered him in the Northern Golden Palace.

Yuan has a woman in his heart, which is really not a secret in the Beijin Palace. He proposed to Dayun and returned, and no one dared to laugh at him. Since Milo is attached to him, he naturally cares about his every move. Since he came back from that day, the color is not the color. As long as he has a heart, it is not difficult to know it.

Miro's girl's mind, she must see the whereabouts of the enemy with her own eyes. She is not as good as Yuan. As soon as she appeared, everyone knew that he was the lord of Beijin, and with the help of the master Qingying, it was really impossible to pretend to go to the other side of the river.

She is dressed in Dayun soldiers' clothes, gray and brown, and no one will take a look. There is another stiff but very obedient* on her face. Even if she meets someone face to face, the other party will not remember her appearance when she turns around.

Everything is ready, only the east wind. Milo was happy and annoyed when she set out. She took the trip as a beautiful adventure and was afraid that she would really not come back.

Lan Su couldn't make it to stop it. Anyway, Mi Luo and Qingying really nestled in the "Shuangling Hall" specially cleaned up for them and was not disturbed by anyone in the northernmost part of the imperial city. She hadn't seen her daughter for nearly half a month.

For Yu Lanshu, such a day, it can be said that life is not as good as death, but now that she has rekindled hatred, she feels that no matter what kind of difficulties, it can be overcome. She has never been a impatient woman, but the time has not come.

Milo sneaked into the outskirts of the camp where the Dayun soldiers were stationed on the other side, and no longer dared to approach. In winter, the trees wither, and her gray-brown clothes and the nature around her become the same color. As long as she doesn't move from a distance, she is less conspicuous.

She stayed in the woods until the evening, and the sky gradually darkened before she finally saw the Yingluo returning the account.

She curled her lips, which was nothing more than that, and there was a long scar on her face. Why did Yuan Li be obsessed with her?

No, wait, the man next to her? Milo rubbed his eyes, and the benefits of drinking snake gallbladder wine often appeared at this time.

He was also wearing a black shirt as when he met him, but he was embroidered with an unknown bird with only one foot on his chest. He looked luxurious and heroic, but he looked a little better.

He held Yingluo's hand in one hand and wrapped her around his arm with the other, like a pearl. It seemed that with only such a few short steps, she could encounter something unexpected.

Yingluo's cheeks turned red with shame, and it's not easy to be too shy in public, so he had to speed up his pace and rush into his own account. The curtain was put down, and Milo couldn't see anything.

But it's enough.

She is a little surprised and angry. Why do men in the world like women with scars on their faces? She is not young, at least much older than herself. Compared with her good age, she is already old and yellow!

It's really cheap to be so old and attract butterflies everywhere regardless of shame! Miro thought hatefully and spat on the ground in a low voice. The behavior was rude, but it could not drown out the anger in her heart. She was so angry that she beat the ground a few more times, and the soil was frozen, which made her little white hands hurt.

She scolded and looked into the camp again. She saw a bright bean light in the tent. Although it was subtle, it was very warm.

"Bah, it's really shameful to light the lights in broad daylight!" Miluo was so confused that he almost forgot that Yingluo and Huo Qiyu were the original couple who had worshipped heaven and earth. She stood up dejectedly and prepared to go back under the cover of the night.

Suddenly, she seemed to remember something. Her eyes turned a few times, and the depressed look on her face receded more than half. She stopped and turned around to look at the tent where Yingluo and Huo Qiyue were resting, with a childish smile on her face, which was a little strange and strange.

She has many methods, and one of them must work!

Qingying Zhenren can be said to be like a fish in water in the Beijin Palace. He is a hermit outside the world, and he is not used to this golden place. Yuan Li was respectful to him, and the palace people below were also very good at looking at him and serving him properly. Except for meeting a frosty blue when walking in the palace from time to time, he lived a comfortable life and was not thinking about him for a while.

He was in a good mood. When he saw that Milo was in a bad mood, he smiled and said, "It's just a small thing, and it's worth your sad days?"

Miro shrugged his head and said angrily, "You think it's a small matter, but I think it's a great thing, unless..."

Her shiny eyes turned again and came to Qingying Zhenren's side, "Unless you teach me the refining method of 'Peach Blossom'!"

Qingying Zhenren was holding a beautiful palace man who wanted to practice the art of harmony. He glanced at Milo, but his men kept peeling off the woman's thin gauze, "Peach blossom? Where can I see peach blossoms in this cold winter?

Where can Miro do when he sees him perfunctory? She glanced at the untidy palace man. The woman slid down from the couch in horror. The warm fragrance under Qingying's hands suddenly disappeared. She felt extremely frustrated and had to sigh and scrape Milo's nose. "You are so naughty, alas!"

Miro knew that he would not really refuse himself. With a complacent face, he sat upright by the couch and listened attentively.

At this time, Yingluo was stationed in the "guard army". Naturally, he did not know that Milo was trying to deal with himself. Although it was a cold winter in the north, it was not very difficult for her. She met the magic doctor in the camp and thought of the days when she lived in Liyi, she only felt warm and happy sometimes, and sometimes afraid of sweat.

She was shocked because of Yuan Li, the lord of Beijin, who was disguised Yuan Bing, but she was ashamed because of the Silo family who died for her. Now she has visited her hometown again, and her heart is inevitably surging and a little uneasy.

Now Sai Luo, who is completely different, has a new name, Xiaohui. Although he has been with Wei Jia all day long, how can he know the context of this? Seeing that his appearance does not show fear, he is already very cultivated.

Cello recognized her. He thought he hated her, but the moment he saw her, he knew that he had never forgotten her. Like Yuan, he didn't see the true face of Yingluo until today. Not only did he not feel that the scar was annoying, but he also felt a little more amorous. She looks beautiful in harmony with her own defects.

Sailor, Yuan, and Beijin are symbic and hateful, but when facing the same woman, they have almost the same emotions.

"Xiaohui, what are you doing standing here?" Wei Jia slowly walked out. She had something on her mind and wanted to go out to sort out her thoughts. Unexpectedly, as soon as she came out, she saw Cerro, who was stunned and looked at the backs of Yingluo and Huo Qiyue from afar.

Saero looked sad, but Wei Jia misunderstood and couldn't help frowning. Is Cyro moved by Yingluo? She doesn't find it difficult to understand. Although her second cousin has a small flaw on her face, her appearance is the most beautiful one in the family. Silo is young and disabled, and it's nothing to be fascinated for a while. But Yingluo has got married.

She looked a little ugly when she thought of this. "Go and rest early. You have to get up early tomorrow."

Cello has been very** since the upheaval. Although Wei Jia only said a few words, his face turned red. This look fell into Wei Jia's eyes, which confirmed his bad heart towards Yingluo. Wei Jia looked at him disappointedly and turned around and left.

Sero clenched his fist tightly. He has worked so hard. Why does she still look at herself like this?

Naturally, he would not think that Wei Jia had hope for him and didn't want him to indulge in inappropriate male and female entanglement. He only thought that in the eyes of people like Wei Jia, no matter what he did, he was just an ugly monster who could not stand on the table and could be abandoned!

One day, you will know that you are wrong! You are all wrong! Cerro stared at his toes, shaking like a leaf in the cold wind.