Wei Yang's gaze fell on Yan Gui's eyes and she sat up straight in a hurry. Yan Gui's eyes made her feel scared.
"We stopped in Liuzhou for a few days. Ding Wu collected a batch of wooden carriages and horses. Later, we watched a shadow play. I thought the box was interesting, so I bought it. I didn't know what gift to give Xiao Qi, so I filled the prop box with half a box of sand and gave it to him. I was afraid that Sister Feng would think my gift was too perfunctory. I remembered the defense map I drew in Tuocheng that day, and thought it would be more convenient to use sand, so I found a few wooden toys and filled another box..."
After hearing this, Yan Gui was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. This was how the sand table military exercise that they treated as a treasure came about.
"Little girl." Yan Gui stood up and turned around, half squatting down to hold Wei Yang's shoulders, his eyes sparkling: "Do you know how useful this thing you accidentally made is?"
Wei Yang shook her head and even slowed down her breathing, fearing that she would accidentally blow the air onto Yan Gui's face when she breathed.
"Whatever you want, uncle will give it to you."
Yan Gui gently touched Wei Yang's forehead with his, and saw her pouting as he wished, ready to reach out to rub her forehead. In a flash, Yan Gui quickly stamped a stamp on Wei Yang's pouting mouth.
Xiao Cao, who was standing nearby, saw it clearly. The girl was too bold. She actually pouted her lips and tried to kiss the general.
Oh, it was too painful to look at. Xiao Cao quickly covered his eyes with his hands and secretly looked through his fingers. The girl was blushing.
Wei Yang belatedly remembered what Yan Gui said about it being of great use, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "What is the great use you are talking about?"
The two of them were too close, and the sweet and soft breath blew on Yan Gui's cheek, which was a little itchy. Wei Yang's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, thumping. When she reached out in panic to push the man who had stood up in front of her and bent over to face her, her hand was easily grabbed.
"Little girl, after your one-year mourning period is over, can we get married?" Yan Gui said seriously with a smile on his face, holding Wei Yang's lips.
Wei Yang opened her eyes wide and bright, and tried desperately to push the man in front of her. Seeing that she couldn't push him, she could only stare at him fiercely, silently condemning him with her eyes.
She is only fourteen years old and has not yet reached the age of marriage.
No, she is not yet fourteen, she is not yet thirteen.
asshole.
Wei Yang wanted to bite Yan Gui. But it was New Year's Day, and if he left teeth marks on his lips, people would think so!
Xiao Cao rubbed slowly from behind Wei Yang until it reached the door, lifted the curtain, and ran out.
The wind rushed into the house, waking up the drunken Yan Gui.
He slowly loosened the restraints and stood up, and just when Wei Yang thought he was going to let her go, she was suddenly suspended in mid-air, and she was so frightened that she hurriedly hooked onto Yan Gui's neck, fearing that she would fall off.
Yan Gui picked up Wei Yang and strode into the inner room.
Wei Yang hugged Yan Gui's neck tightly and curled up in Yan Gui's arms. What did he want to do? What did he want to do
Walking to the bed, Wei Yang saw the curtain being lifted and her heart beat unusually fast. How could she refuse
Yan Guiyi bent down, and Wei Yang closed her eyes in fear. Then she was gently put down, and a heavy and soft thing was draped over her body.
Wei Yang secretly opened her eyes and felt embarrassed when she saw Yan Gui smiling in front of her.
It turned out that he had carried her in to get the cloak.
"Get dressed, I'll take you to see my soldiers." Yan Gui touched Wei Yang's hair and said gently.