Chapter 372

The general ordered to take Lin Yao down is song Shen, but he is also a noble son of an aristocratic family. But after staying in the barracks for several years, the whole person exuded a ruffian spirit of veteran oil all over, and there was no noble spirit left in the past. Song Shen secretly looked at the little beauty in front of him. His snow-white skin was like the boiled egg he had eaten in the morning, or the one he had just peeled. It was white, delicate and warm. He wanted to eat the boiled egg again. The eyes are black and bright, like grapes. It hurts to look at them watery. The small cherry lip is like a spring Begonia petal, delicate and soft, so that song Shen's saliva is almost flowing out.

He really wants to talk to his highness about this woman. Unlike others, he has been with his highness since childhood and is his Highness's iron core. If he opens this mouth, I think his highness will give him three thin noodles.

Song Shen's eyes fell on Lin Yao, fell from his face to his chest, turned to his waist, and wandered up and down again and again. Finally, he gulped his saliva and felt that his eyes were almost green like a wolf.

His drooling expression attracted the attention of a white and gentle general. The man came forward and fell, almost overturning the unprepared song Shen: "old song, what are you looking at?"

Song Shen pushed him away angrily: "go away! I'm not in the mood to make trouble with you now!"

The Wenqi general named Zhou Zifang smiled kindly, leaned over his head and said with a smile: "if you look so focused, you're not afraid of your eyes falling down!"

Song Shen glanced at him: "mind your ass! Tell you Lao Zhou, this is the evil I found first. Don't rob me!"

Zhou Zifang was joking with him. Seeing song Shen's serious appearance, he said positively, "I think you're drunk and haven't woken up! This is the woman of his Highness the king of Wei. How dare you think about it!"

Song Shen threw away his hand and disdained: "there are many women in his Highness the king of Wei's house! Your highness is not interested in women at all. Don't you and I know that?"

"It's better to follow me than let this girl be a resentful woman in the Wei King's residence. I'll treat her like a pearl." Song Shen really likes this woman. Although he used to go in and out of the Red Chamber of the brothel in the past, he just plays games with those romantic women. He likes gentle and quiet good family women. He'd better be more beautiful.

The one in front of him was really a little too beautiful, but he liked the gentle and quiet appearance very much.

"This is different..." Zhou Zifang was silent for a moment and said firmly, "I can see that his Highness the king of Wei treats this woman differently. I advise you not to make unreasonable demands under the hall..."

Song Shen was stunned, and his eyes stared greatly: "Lao Zhou, don't deceive me."

He was born in Dasheng's aristocratic family. At ordinary times, he would never do such a thing as a woman who thinks of Lord Xiao. But after staying in this ghost place for a little half a year, song Shen now feels that even if he sees a porcupine passing through the camp, he subconsciously wants to see whether the porcupine is male or female.

Whether it's male or female

He ate an extra bowl at noon and had a "close contact" with the female porcupine.

But since Zhou Zifang, the "ZHUGE" in the army, said that the woman was the "forbidden Luan" of the Lord, song Shen could only swallow his saliva bitterly and take the woman to the camp.

Before leaving, song Shen ghost sent the envoy to look back again. The woman still hung her head slightly. There was no expression on her beautiful face, like a lifeless jade porcelain doll.

He had to bitterly comfort himself that even if this wooden woman got her hand, it was not interesting. Where did the little peach red in the light smoke Pavilion in the capital know and understand her meaning, which was not as lively and charming as the green peach in the flowing water building.

Shit, the more you think about it, the more irritable you are. You'd better take a cold bath in the stream.

Song Shen, who was soaked in cold water, sighed comfortably, leaned his arm against the stone and hummed a tune. Somehow, he thought of a small piece of white skin exposed by the woman just now, as delicate as a shelled boiled egg

Shit, it's hard again. How long will this cold bath take?

It's a pity that Zhou Zifang, who had always expected things like God, also saw things wrong. After his Highness the king of Wei ordered the woman to be sent to the camp, he rested in his room for three days. He didn't have the slightest intention of looking for the woman.

Song Shen looked at it and discussed with Zhou Zifang: "you see, your Highness the king of Wei has left her behind now. It is estimated that she will end up alone in the empty room, desolate and haggard, just like those women in the house..."

Zhou Zifang gave him a cold stare: "say the point!"

Song Shen was quite chatty: "I think it's better for this woman to follow me... At least I like the new and don't hate the old. I'll never let her be a complaining wife when I marry back!"

Zhou Zifang didn't bother to pay attention to him: "I think you are crazy for a woman... Think about Hu Rao in the past. If he hadn't been fooled by a woman, how could he die without a whole body?"

Song Shen was very upset: "can I be the same as that fool surnamed Hu? As long as I get my hand, I'll kill her the next day! Isn't it always sad to see that I can't eat? Alas, why are you walking so fast?"

Zhou Zifang had already walked far away, and dropped a salty sentence: "I advise you to take care of yourself and don't do anything special."

The woman was calm and calm. As soon as she came, she was left behind by his Highness the king of Wei. She was comfortable with it.

Song shenben had made up his mind to listen to Zhou Zifang and gave up the woman. But that day, when the soldiers passed by outside her camp, they smelled the aroma from the camp. Song Shen, who had just eaten, just felt a "grunt" in his stomach and hungry again.

After the drill, he quietly asked the group soldiers, "what does that woman do?"

The gang leader replied, "she asked us to pick fresh chestnuts from the tree and asked for a piece of fresh chicken, some cake powder and some spices. It is estimated that we made chestnut stewed chicken and chestnut powder cake."

Think about the strange smell. Song Shen swallowed his saliva and stewed chicken with chestnuts. It sounded like he wanted to eat. There are also waxy soft chestnut powder cakes, and those plain white hands gently rub the cake powder

Shit, he seems more hungry now than he was just now.

The gang soldiers looked at him eagerly: "general song wants to eat chestnuts? Why don't we make chestnuts and chicken today?"

Song Shen's face was not very good-looking. He slowly turned his head and looked at the trembling soldiers, looking like they were going to bite: "shit, don't waste chestnuts! You bastard soldiers, it's time to pull them out and cut them!"

What these guys are good at doing is making the food that originally looked good more difficult to swallow than pig food. Fortunately, his Highness the king of Wei is not picky and is a good servant. According to song Shen's own temperament, these Gang soldiers have to be beaten three times a day. He wants to kill these turtle sons every bite.

Knowing that the woman would cook some delicious dishes by herself, song Shen almost found a new world. The woman lived in the camp in the East. His original practice route was towards the south, which was forcibly circled by song Shen. Every day, smelling the fragrance from the woman's camp, and then thinking about the white and delicate skin, song Shen had a spring dream with a pillow every night. After a few days, he now has two faint dark circles under his eyes.

In the evening, song Shen "passed" the woman's camp again and looked into the camp. He secretly scolded himself for being mean, but he couldn't control it. The woman was having dinner alone. She sat with her back to him. Song Shen could only see a thin and delicate figure.

Her waist is thin and her hands can be fully grasped. Although song Shen is a military general, he has also seriously read books for several years. The so-called "king of Chu has a slim waist and many people in the palace starve to death" is about that. She seems to have just washed her hair. Her dark and supple hair pours down like a waterfall. It looks very supple and has a faint luster. It is said that she saved the water used to wash her hair. No wonder her hair is so beautiful.

She slowly closed her hair with her hand, and then she pulled it with her hand, using a twig as a hairpin. Song Shen stared straight at the slender shadow. Even if she wore a jingchai green skirt, she was still beautiful. Even if she was a hundred times uglier than now, her hair pulling action alone was enough to make men move.

The woman got up slowly and bent down to look at the pot. A smell came from the pot. She was cooking porridge. She slowly boiled it with rice and a little mung beans. The porridge was waxy and fragrant for a long time. She filled a small bowl with a spoon and put it by the table to dry.

Song Shen was intoxicated and took a breath. It was just the most common mung bean white rice porridge. Why did she cook it so fragrant? Fragrant, he almost couldn't help jumping in

Shit, he said that all the soldiers should behead. The mung beans in their porridge are as hard as stones. It's like drinking pot water.

The woman bent down again, took something out of a small snow-white pot with chopsticks and put it on a plate. It's shredded mustard! She marinated shredded mustard and didn't even put some meat oil. It was cut carefully and looked fresh and delicious.

The other pot is filled with salt soaked eggplant, which is salty. It is most suitable to eat with white porridge. Song Shen watched her sit down and eat alone. He couldn't help it.

Just as he was about to take the first step, a deep voice suddenly came behind him: "what are you doing?"

Song Shen's hair stood up in fear. My highness, why do you walk like a cat without a sound? I haven't started to do anything yet. You came quickly

Huo Yan, king of Wei, was livid and in a bad mood. Song Shen naturally didn't dare to touch him at this time. He looked like a dog leg and opened the curtain for him: "Your Highness, I just passed by here and smelled the aroma here. The girl inside seems to have made some delicious food. Shit, the smell is so greedy“