MTL - Here Comes The Lady Chef-Chapter 518 Treat me with long hair and waist

"Last night ... it wasn't someone else who saved you, the little brother in black, she was ... she was ... Miss Nangong ..." For a long time, Ji Yun's stubborn lips finally squeezed out these intermittents. Wording.

"What! It was Miss Nangong who rescued me last night!" Sheng Yaoshan heard that his eyes were wider than Tong Ling, and he immediately grasped Ji Yunxuan's shoulder and held it vigorously. "Where is she now?" What about the injury? Does it matter? Let's go, I'll see her! "

"She ..." Ji Yundi finally couldn't help the sadness in his heart. Since ancient times, the man has no tears, but he hasn't reached the sad spot, but at this moment, the two lines of tears flow through Ji silently. Yun Yan's beautiful face like a stone sculpture!

He couldn't speak any more, but turned sadly, and slowly walked out of the camp!

There was a blank cold in Sheng Yaoshan's heart! Immediately followed the stride.

There is a small grave under a pine tree outside the camp.

The wet soil made it clear at a glance that it was a new grave.

"This is it?" Sheng Yaoshan just felt a rush at his feet and ran quickly.

"Last night ... Miss Nangong rescued the arrow in the general, the arrow penetrated the heart, and died ..." Ji Yundi's voice echoed sadly under the pine tree.

The wind was blowing, and the pine trees were oppressed by the snow, and snowflakes fell from time to time, white and white, falling lightly on the new grave.

"This is ... this is Miss Nangong ?!" Sheng Yaoshan couldn't believe it! An unstable, the whole person fell in front of Nangong Xue's grave.

Yesterday was a living life, standing in front of myself like a smile. It seems that she can still be seen between her military account and medical account, and she can also see her hurrying along with the herbal tea; but now, there is only this low new grave in front of her eyes. Silent, cold and silent ...

"The army army division returned to the DPRK, and the journey was long. I really couldn't bear a fire to melt her, and I was afraid that such a beautiful Miss Nangong would rot, rot, or have a bad smell, so she would settle in here." Ji Yun Yan's voice was low, so low and quiet all around!

"She died? Last night. She saved me ... dead ?!" Sheng Yaoshan heard that it was difficult to accept this deadly fact, and repeated it intermittently. The vigorous and powerful hand tightly grasped the new mud on Nangongxue's grave, and deeply embedded his hands in it.

"General Sheng is sad." Ji Yundi's voice was faint, but it was endlessly desolate.

"This is Miss Nangong's presence last night. Let me give it to you." Ji Yunxuan delivered the well-wrapped stationery to Sheng Yaoshan.

"Did she leave anything?" Long asked, Sheng Yaoshan sobbed.

"No ... the injuries are too serious, the words are inconsistent ... just let this be handed to you." Ji Yunxun said, and could not bear anymore, turning back in sorrow, a heavy punch hitting the pine tree beside him. !!

Kneeling in front of Nangong Xue's grave, Sheng Yaoshan shook his hands and unrolled the stationery.

"Let me have long hair and waist. How good is the general to return? This gentleman is happy, but the mountains and rivers are Xiaoxiao. The sky is broken at first glance. Muxue is white-headed. Han Jian silently listens to Ben Lei, the spear is alone in the air. No laughing, blowing through the corners all night. Jiangnan came late, and the red rope was tied up. "

It was a modern poem, although it was done in antiquity.

However, in the era of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the culture of poetry was complicated and vigorous. Even if it was a modern poem, in that era, it was an excellent poem!

However, Sheng Yaoshan did not know that it was the mood of sitting alone in front of a bonfire in the middle of the night before Nangong Snow.

However, Sheng Yaoshan didn't know that Nangong Xue, a few years ago, had short and capable hair before Qi Zhou.

However, Sheng Yaoshan didn't know that with the increase of the number of days in the week, even though Nangong Xue still had long hair, the long hair was only a little bit short, that is, waist.

Every year it is only a little bit worse, every year it is trimmed, and every year it is only a little bit worse ...

It's like the fate already arranged in the meditation, even if it is a meeting across time and space, even if it is daily around, in front of you, it is only a little bit ...

Therefore, on the night before the campfire, Nangong Xue faced Sheng Yaoshan's military account with the lights off and rested, and wrote this modern poem that can no longer be cooked ... treat me with long hair and waist ...

I was thinking of waiting for the battle to end, and I would have the courage to confess to the general in my heart, and personally gave this modern ancient poem to his hands ...

Never thought about it, but it was too late!

However, the fate of the fate, Nangong Xue at that time would not know, after a few nights, it was her goodbye to the general!

And then the poem in Sheng Yaoshan's hands has become a farewell masterpiece!

The ancients were sensitive to poetry. Sheng Yaoshan looked at the chic fonts on the letter paper, and read the words full of affectionate verses. For a moment, when he looked up again, he was full of faces!

Ji Yun quietly retreated from the pine tree.

Although he didn't know what was written on the stationery, he had already guessed it when he saw the appearance of Sheng Yaoshan.

Regrettably, it was just a little bit short of that moment!

"She doesn't seem to ride a carriage very much, she always eats with the soldiers ..."

"She never seems to rest, and whenever she is free, she cooks **** tea or takes tea for the soldiers ..."

"She seems to be a person made of steel. She travels between the ranks all day, observing everyone's physical condition at all times, and heals the bad soldiers in time ..."

"She never seemed to care about herself. That rainy night, I saw her soaking wet, but she still carried the medicine chest and shuttled through every military tent ..."

"And the wind and sand, the arrow rain ..."

"Every day she was accompanied by the uncomfortable taste of the injured flesh. Even before she was dying, her eyes were still red and swollen with bloodshot ..."

"Her medical technique is really amazing. Even a simple bandage will pass by her hand and the wounded soldier will keep an arm or a leg ..."

"Even simple silver needles to stop bleeding can save young lives ..."

"She never rests in the medical account ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ always leaves the warm medical account to the seriously ill wounded ..."

"Every night I step out of the general's account, I can meet her outside the account ..."

Ji Yunxuan's broken-sentence-like words were incongruous, and said to Sheng Yaoshan to listen, but also to himself to miss ...

After a long time, the silence in the mountains was finally restored.

Ji Yunzhen went away, he left a quiet side, only to tears of Sheng Yaoshan and peaceful Nangong Xue.

He walked a few steps, only felt heavy-headed, and there was a fuzzy curtain in front of his eyes.

Turning around and raising my hand gently, I didn't feel like I was in tears.

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(Why are your eyes suddenly wet ... Yao Shan, you know Rong Rong's heart. At the end of the year, diligent Rong Rong asked for all support ~ Robbing all tickets and subscriptions. I heard that there is double the end of the pink month. Point, hehe o (n_n) o ~~) (To be continued ...) ()