Is it pretty?
Shulan, who was watching with great interest, heard a deep voice beside her.
Without hesitation, she nodded and said, "She looks good, and has a great figure."
She really hadn't expected that these people would all have such great figures.
"..."
When the voice sounded very familiar, I turned around and saw a handsome face that was expressionless.
His smile remained bright: "Hi, General!"
A little woman who looks at other men with a straight face and without the slightest bit of guilt.
He didn't know what was blocking his chest, but when he saw her so happy among a group of men, he felt a strange pang of sadness, yet he couldn't say anything.
He simply sat down next to her, pretending to be serious, and watched the people playing the game with great enthusiasm.
At this moment, Zhai Ming, the head of the blue team, spun around and kicked the bright red football at his feet, sending it flying towards the "eye of the storm" and into the net.
The blue team cheered when they scored.
With Liu Moyang's explanation, Shulan also learned how to play Cuju. She was very happy to see everyone score goals and cheered with everyone, fully engaged in the game.
He Fengmian sat there, and although he should have been watching Cuju (ancient Chinese football), his thoughts were occasionally drawn to her.
He inexplicably recalled her spoiled, childlike demeanor after she got drunk last night, and her crying as if she had suffered endless grievances. These images filled his mind at that moment, making it impossible for him to concentrate on watching the football game.
Amidst the cheers and applause, the match finally came to an end.
The Blue Team, led by Zhai Ming, ultimately won, and everyone cheered.
The Red Team, led by Sun Tzu, lost, but without saying a word, they started doing the Crouching Tiger Exercise, which is the modern push-up.
This way, everyone can have fun and exercise at the same time. They usually organize such activities when they have free time after training.
He Fengmian didn't care about them and let them do whatever they wanted. Sometimes he would even get involved himself and take them all down.
At this point, Sun Wu and the other members of the red team were still shirtless.
His strong physique appears even more robust when he performs the Crouching Tiger Pose.
As Shulan was enjoying the beautiful scenery, someone blocked her way. Looking closer, she saw it was none other than the bearded man with the shaved beard.
She looked at him with a puzzled expression, as if something was wrong.
He Fengmian's ears felt a little hot, but he still pretended to be calm and asked, "Does your head still hurt?"
Although Shulan found it strange, she still shook her head: "It doesn't hurt anymore."
Then I remembered what Uncle Rong had told me before I came: "By the way, Uncle Rong asked me to ask the General if he's coming home for dinner tonight."
He intended to refuse, but then, as if possessed, he said, "Go back."
Then, without making a sound, he led her away from the place where everyone was naked from the waist up and asked, "Did you come here today for something?"
Shulan said, "It's nothing, I was just trying to avoid people."
He said bluntly, "I'll go back with you then."
With this intimidating figure guarding the house, let's see if the Cao family still dares to invite her. Therefore, she made no attempt to hide why she had come this time.
He even said: "It's already wicked to steal someone else's sweetheart. Are all the women in the world dead? Why would someone knowingly steal their brother's lover using such despicable means?"
"It's one thing to take it, but treat the person well and respect them. Instead, he treats his younger brother like a slave, a cash cow, and torments the person's sweetheart. He even lets others harm his own child. A man like that—I wouldn't even want to dirty my hands trying to save him."
If she hadn't known about these sordid things, it would have been fine, but now that she does, it's like swallowing a fly.
Why should she save him? She's already being kind by not finishing him off; why should she save him?
He Fengmian also agreed with this point.
Their mother taught them from a young age to respect women.
The loving relationship between their parents, and the fact that their father only loved their mother and never took a concubine or even a maid, and that their mother was the only one in their lives, instilled in the two brothers the quality of preferring to have nothing rather than something bad.
Therefore, I cannot understand such a thing.
The two chatted as they walked.
Liu Moyang secretly watched all of this, and he understood his good brother's thoughts perfectly well. He clicked his tongue twice and then quietly went to write a letter.
Just as Shulan and his men were roasting a suckling pig, a plump pigeon flew out of the military camp.
On the first day, looking at the color of the pigeon, he knew it belonged to another owner and assumed nothing had happened.
The carrier pigeons flapped their wings and flew and flew.
Finally, upon seeing a procession of carriages and horses, it flapped its wings and landed on the roof of one of the carriages.
Shiyi quickly and gently picked it up and went into the carriage: "Master."
He Xiaobao, who was learning to read with his father and was yawning constantly, immediately perked up when he saw the chubby carrier pigeon.
The excited child said in a baby voice, "Stew."
He clearly wanted to eat stewed pigeon soup; Chen Ma made it so delicious last time that he still remembers it.
Just thinking about that soup made her mouth water.
Wang Yaozhi couldn't help but chuckle.
Looking at his son's gluttonous appearance, He Fengling was both amused and exasperated: "All you ever think about is food. You're asked to learn a few words and you immediately want to go to sleep."
She couldn't help but gently pat his chubby little bottom: "This is your dad's carrier pigeon, you can't eat it."
Upon hearing that it couldn't be eaten, He Xiaobao immediately became sad: "Stewed pigeon."
Once again, she strongly expressed her wish: "Xiao Bao, eat pigeon."
Wang Yaozhi chimed in from the side, "I want to eat pigeon too, Qichen, let's have stewed pigeon for dinner, ooh ooh ooh ooh, be gentle."
After pinching his disgusting friend, He Fengling then looked at his son, who was willing to say a few more words just for food.
She gently pinched his nose and said, "Alright, alright, I'll make you pigeon soup tonight, you little glutton."
Upon hearing that there would be pigeon soup for dinner, He Xiaobao immediately grinned and smiled broadly, not caring at all about his father scolding him.
Anyway, he's his father's son, so his father scolding him is the same as scolding himself.
This kid is very clever.
After calming his son down, He Fengling took the pigeon and pulled out a small bamboo tube from the fine feathers above its leg.
A roll of paper, smaller than a bamboo tube, was poured out of it.
As soon as He Xiaobao saw the bamboo tube, he immediately stretched out his fat paws to grab it and stuff it into his mouth.
He Fengling hurriedly and clumsily removed the food, afraid that his son might swallow it.
Fearing he would grab at things again, they could only throw him into Wang Yaozhi's arms, who quickly hugged the little guy.
Looking at his son, who had clearly grown much bolder, he sighed again: "You've only known your aunt for half a month, how come your little timidity is getting bigger and bigger?"
Upon hearing the word "aunt," He Xiaobao grinned, looking like he was about to cry: "Mom~~"
Full of little grievances.
Wang Yaozhi immediately and skillfully stuffed a piece of pastry into his mouth, which he was not allowed to eat too much of, and the little guy immediately went to eat happily.
Auntie, let him think about it when he wants to eat cake.
After reading the contents in his hand, He Fengling couldn't help but laugh and said, "I didn't expect it to be so quick. Can you say he's finally figured it out?"
Wang Yaozhi took it, read it, and said with a smile, "Indeed."
It's a pity we can't see it live, tsk tsk~~~
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