The other party can actually find a logical and self-consistent explanation for such an unscientific thing. Xi Ye didn't respond, but rolled his eyes.
The physical exertion was really beyond the standard, he only woke up for a while, and then fell asleep again.
In the afternoon of July, even on the prairie, the temperature was a little high. Gu Cong sat by the bed and fanned the young man patiently. He waited for the slightly frowned eyebrows to completely relax before striding out of the tent quietly:
He won the horse race and didn't lose face. He hurriedly brought Xi Ye back to treat the wound, but it didn't mean he was pretending to be deaf and dumb, and just let it go.
Prairie Erlang who participated in the martial arts performance was hit.
In previous years, knowing the principle of point and stop, except for horse racing, Gu Cong would not participate in other events.
But this time, the injury of the newlyweds obviously angered the other party. In the ring, the strong opponents were thrown off one after another, and few even survived five moves.
Wuqige, who had finally waited for the opportunity, couldn't sit still any longer, and resolutely gave up the qualification to directly enter the final round of the competition. He pleaded guilty and jumped into the ring next to him:
No matter how many people Gu Cong kills, he also has to kill as many people, the same consumption, so it is only fair.
Also because of Wuqige's dedication to fairness, the martial arts performance that originally took three days to finish ended in the next afternoon.
Half of his body was hanging outside the arena, and the tip of the sharp spear pressed against his throat: "You lost."
The continuous fighting, even if there is a rest in the middle, is enough to squeeze out the last bit of strength, the chess is short of a move, and the breathing is even more heavy, but Wu Qige feels extremely happy:
"Next year, come again."
Gu Cong calmly retracted his gun, stretched out his hand, pulled the man up, and looked towards the stands: "That depends on whether my wife is willing."
The young man who had been resting in the tent after winning the horse race finally showed his face this afternoon, still looking weak and slender, but no one dared to underestimate him.
On the contrary, the third prince who made an aggressive attack yesterday lost his qualification to sit on the highest seat.
Wu Qige, who failed in the invitation: the competition is a martial arts competition, what does it have to do with Xi Ye?
It's really hard to understand that you have become relatives.
Horse racing, archery, martial arts, three competitions, in the end the guests won the championship twice, Khan's face was not very good-looking, but he had no excuses to attack.
After all, it was his stupid son who angered Gu Cong first.
Moreover, the Grassland and the Yan Dynasty are far from the time to tear their faces apart. The shortfall caused by the past battles needs a long enough recuperation to fill up.
Because of this, no matter what they think in private, on the surface, everyone is happy.
Of course, except for the third prince.
At the bonfire party used to celebrate the end, under the pressure of his father Khan, under the eyes of his brothers and sisters watching the show, he bit the bullet and toasted Xi Ye with a glass of wine.
Seeing the 1101 on the other side's face clearly: "Pfft."
--After all, he has been operating inside and outside the king's tent for many years. The third prince will not be directly pulled down by this mistake, but it is a coincidence that the grassland worships the brave, and every adult prince has to participate in martial arts.
There is no more gentle, handsome and strategizing demeanor.
After all, on other people's land, Khan gave the steps first, and Xi Ye didn't mind stepping down. He drank a glass of pure white kumiss, and the incident was considered over.
But as soon as the third prince left, the guards immediately came forward and chattered:
"How does the general hold this strength? Teach me too."
"An Jin, definitely An Jin."
"Let that kid be more arrogant."
Gu Cong who just wanted to watch the bonfire with the young man beside him: "Go, go, eat your meat."
Looking around at the two of them, the guards laughed kindly: "Understood, the general is too tired, and I want Mr. Xi to coax him."
"We're leaving now."
After this encounter, they completely recognized Xi Ye, the new wife, from the bottom of their hearts, and even felt that the former wife who made a baby marriage for the general when Xi Ye was still in the womb was really a heroine with discerning eyes.
The huge bonfire was burning brightly, as if it could light up the entire night sky in the night. Gu Cong did not sit with the royal family and waited for the guards to disperse.
In any case, the picture in front of you is always more beautiful than the battlefield where there are millions of dead bodies and thousands of miles of blood flowing.
Thin white fingertips gently stroked his hair.
After two days of beating, Wuqige lost his strength in the end. In fact, he did not strengthen much. There was no blood, but bruises. There were too many eyes staring at him before. It was not until the second when he was touched by the young man that he really vented his energy and completely relaxed.
Slightly bending his calf, Gu Cong withdrew his gaze, raised his eyes, and looked at Xi Ye: "Are you venting your anger?"
Due to his experience, he is always calm and reticent on weekdays, rarely impulsive like a kid, but today, he not only won Yanwu, but also beat the handsome face of the handsome prince into a palette.
When the young man nodded and wanted to write something on him, Gu Cong took the other's hand and kissed it on his lips.
Xi Ye couldn't help it, knowing that the other party was deliberately trying to get a kiss, but still soft-hearted, he lowered his head when there was no one around, and exchanged breaths with Gu Cong lightly:
"The general is heroic."
The man who got the reward as he wished was satisfied.
The sky and the earth are vast, and there are stars everywhere when he looks up. He suddenly missed the small courtyard that he and Xi Ye had filled little by little, and played with the young man's fingertips: "We will go back when the bonfire goes out."
The bonfires at the celebrations are often burned until dawn. At that time, the sun is twilight, which is suitable for traveling.
Xi Ye: "My legs..."
Gu Cong didn't even think about it: "Of course I hug you."
How did you come, how did you go back.
Xi Ye deliberately said, "But I can ride a horse."
"That means I don't know how to ride," Lie said confidently, Gu Cong had no airs of a general, and was serious, "Madam must control the reins."
The wife is long and the wife is short. Of course, Xi Ye knew what the other party was implying, so he deliberately borrowed another kiss and changed the subject: "When I went to the stage, I ran into Anari by chance and asked curiously why she would help."
With Gu Cong's character, even if it involves himself, he will definitely not be easily stirred into the muddy waters of Wang Zhang just because of a riding outfit and a word of warning.
When the ending was not clear, all the spectators-including Gu Cong's personal guards-didn't think they would win. The other party took the risk of offending the third prince to do useless work, and he really didn't seem like a shrewd person.
Zuo is nothing more than some intrigue and scheming, I have seen too much, and I am not very interested, but because Xi Ye is talking, Gu Cong cooperates: "Why?"
Xi Ye smiled and said, "Because..."
"She said I was a beauty."
Simple praise, so, from the first time he entered the king's tent, Xi Ye could always sense the kindness released by the other party.
The lazily lying man sat up all of a sudden.
There is nothing to be courteous, adultery or stealing, he said that he and the princess have never had anything to do with each other.
"What's wrong?"
Asking knowingly, Xi Ye chuckled lightly: "Am I not worthy of this praise?"
The normally pale skin was covered with a layer of warm soft light, the lips were as red as blood, the moistness from his kiss remained, and the sweetness of kumiss was left in the dark.
"Of course it deserves it." The limbs that had rested for a short time suddenly poured out endless strength, crackling, and the bonfire burned to the highest point. Gu Cong suddenly took Xi Ye's hand, and under the surprised gaze of the other party, invited:
"beauty."
"Let's elope."
The author has something to say:
Gu Cong: Princess? beauty? Take your wife home now!
PS: The plot just got stuck here, so it's a bit short.