By decree and pro

Chapter 107 I Like You

Ilya took Yan to the previous camel driver's tent, but Yan didn't go in, but hid outside, peeping through the gap in the curtain.

Candles were brightly lit in the tent, and the porter in his twenties had already returned to the tent to rest after feeding the camels.

Even if he had said hello in advance, the porter knew that a crow spirit warlock would come to live with him, but when he saw the man in black robe sitting on the soft couch, he was still so frightened that his face turned pale.Because Raven Warlocks have boundless mana, they can bring good luck and cast spells.

The most important thing is that no one dares to offend the priests.

When Ilya walked into the tent, the poor porter was shivering, wrapped in a thick quilt, and curled up in a small dark corner of the tent, as if he wanted to completely obliterate his sense of existence in the tent.

In fact, even if he didn't hide, no one would notice him, because "Helian Uro" has a strong sense of existence, not only because of the black cloak and the eyebrows engraved with hideous ghost heads on his forehead , but his own aura is like the demon god of the underworld. When he sits there, all ghosts and snakes have to stand aside.

Ilya saluted Helen Uro respectfully, but it didn't get him any "good face".

Even through the tent, Yan feels that the inside of the tent with the stove burning is the twelfth lunar month, but the outside is still warmer when the breath is frozen.

Usman's face was too stinky, not only stinky, but also cold, as if you don't want money if you can't freeze to death.

"My lord." Ilya said respectfully, "What would you like to have for dinner?"

"I'm not hungry." Usman looked at Ilya, "Where is the queen, did you call me?"

"This..." Ilya probably had Yan backing up outside, and he was openly deceiving, "No."

"Understood, you go down." Usman chased the guests, the "chill" between his eyebrows and eyes was even more serious, flying all over the tent like knives.

Ilya was trembling, and cautiously followed the dragon scales, "Ah, actually, it was the queen who sent me to greet you..."

"Really?" In an instant, the chill in Usman's body receded like a tide, and following Ilya's words one after another, "Really! The queen misses you. I'm afraid you won't be able to eat or sleep well, so I want to call You went, but you are ashamed to speak..."

Usman's iceberg not only melted, but also bloomed one after another with colorful little flowers, as happy as a child.

And he was wearing the mask of "Helian Uro", but his long eyelashes were slightly drawn, the corners of his lips were curled up, and he smiled lightly, so he was dumbfounded by the inflammation outside.

Yan's heart was pounding like a deer, and finally understood what it meant when Ilya said that you were here, the king was different.

This is not only different, it is completely different.

Yan suddenly realized that the excuse he used to "comfort" himself in the past, that he fell in love with Usman because of his "greedy" beauty, no longer worked.

She obviously fell in love with him, no matter what kind of appearance he was, she would be tempted by him and wanted to be with him.

When Ilya came out of the tent with great success, Yan's man was no longer there. He scratched his head in confusion: "Why did you run away? Could it be that you were scared away by Your Majesty's indifferent look?"

Usman came out of the tent and asked Ilya, "What are you looking for?"

"No, it's nothing! Hehe." Ilya smirked, seeing no one around, and said, "Then, your lord, you can go to live in the main tent, the little one won't

Used to be the one who got in the way. "

Usman glanced at Ilya: "I know you are used to asking for rewards from both sides, but as long as Yan is happy, this king will not care about you. But if you play too far, your head will be lost."

"Small, how dare you...play tricks in front of you...!" Your Majesty was warning him not to play tricks between them, Ilya understood immediately, and his face turned green with fright.

When Usman went to Yan's camp, Yan was asking the cook to bring dinner.

The dinner was served on two large and square plates with beautiful wood grains. The wooden plates were divided into four deep grids, which looked like a "Tian" character from above, and each "mouth" Different dishes are placed in the grid, which is Xiliang's food box.

The first grid is filled with mutton soup that is boiled as white as milk. The fat and thin lamb leg strips are chopped into small pieces. Fruits and other Xiliang condiments that remove fishy smell and enhance freshness can be used as medicine. They are originally good things for strengthening the stomach and nourishing the spleen.

In the second grid is the baked naan bread, which has been torn and sprinkled with roasted sesame seeds.

The smoked horse meat in the third grid has been sliced ​​and placed on a mint leaf. Smoked horse meat is also a rare meat product in Xiliang. Adult fat and thick horses are selected, slaughtered and washed. The essential parts, such as horse ribs and rump meat, are cut into strips, marinated with brine that has been brewed for a hundred years, then wrapped with horse intestines, hung on a warm stove, and smoked for a month.

The meat is fragrant, chewy, and has a delicious aftertaste. It does not deteriorate for a long time and is easy to carry. Those wealthy traveling merchants can go on the road without wine bags or smoked horse meat.

The fourth grid contains the cactus fruit that the cook cut when he walked along the way. The fiery red color on the outside is like a carrot head. Processed honey, boiled to viscous camel milk, and then sprinkled with thin

A layer of broken gold-like honeycomb is a sweet and sour court delicacy.

This meal has meat and vegetables, staple food and snacks. It is full of color, flavor and taste, and there is no shortage of anything because of the trek.

It may be because this cook is also an expert in cooking imperial cuisine for more than 20 years, and nothing can trouble him.

It can be seen from this that Feralas really moved all the best cooks and doctors used in the palace to Yan.

The cook put two plates of dinner on a flexible square table, served a pot of warm milk tea, and left.

Usman has been standing aside without taking a seat, he is as polite as Yan's guest.

"Stop standing, sit down and eat." Yan moved a candle lamp from the desk to the middle of the dining table, and helped Usman arrange the silver chopsticks.

"Wait a minute." Usman took off the mask of "Helian Uro" before sitting down, "Yanyan, I'm dreaming right now."

"What's wrong?" Yan Ming asked knowingly.

"I can eat with you, instead of eating cold pancakes alone." Usman began to trick, "And it's too cold for me to sleep on the straw mattress alone."

"Really?" Yan picked up a piece of smoked horse meat and put it in Usman's food box, "Eat it quickly, I will help you replace the meat you lost."

In fact, there is no need for Usman to say, Yan also knows how hard it was for Usman to follow the team this month.He couldn't be found, and he couldn't be thrown off by the team, so he had to keep an eye on the expedition team's movements.In other words, during this period of time, he didn't eat well, didn't sleep well, and he had to bear the huge pressure of "whether he will be beaten to death by Yanyan", this person must lose a circle.

Yan also noticed that Usman was getting thinner, his chin was pointed, and he looked more and more like a beauty under the moon.However, fortunately, he is in good health, so he doesn't get sick even if he eats and sleeps in the open, which relieves Yan a little.

Then I thought that Usman was very likely to be robbed of money and sex by sand bandits, and my breath was stuffed in my chest again, thinking that I would have taken Usman to explore together if I knew this, so there would be no such dangers thing.

Yan was reflecting on himself, thinking why he was so careless, he didn't even know that Usman was following the team, but luckily nothing happened, if something happened, he really... what should he do.

Yan was so preoccupied that he couldn't taste the taste of smoked horse meat. Usman put another piece of mutton into his food box, and said pitifully, "Yanyan, I slept alone for a month..."

"Usman," Yan suddenly realized, "are you setting me up?"

"Huh? No?" Usman chewed on the naan, and his eyes were even more innocent.

"I just said that I want to make up the meat, and you said that you slept alone for a month, what does that mean?" Yan narrowed his eyes, this guy really didn't feel relieved, the whole one was carnivorous, eat less Not even a bite of meat?

"It means... Yanyan, can you not drive me back to sleep in that tent?" Usman fiddled with the naan bread lightly with the tip of his chopsticks, "You let Ilya sleep over there and I sleep here, okay? It's husband and wife."

Yan originally planned this way, to live in the same tent, two beds, just to rest and sleep.But seeing Usman's unique enthusiasm for him just now, Yan was very happy in his heart, as if he had obtained the most precious thing in the world, and he was a little overjoyed.

Then, of course, he became lustful. He wanted to get out with Usman to relieve the pain of lovesickness during this period.

But he can work in full swing in his head, but he absolutely can't do it in front of him.

There is an important matter tomorrow. I was supposed to go to the ruins of the ancient city yesterday, but it has already been delayed. Moreover, the tent is not a house, and there will always be news. Except for Ilya, no one knows that Helian Uro is Usman. If he did this, it would be tantamount to cuckolding the King of Xiliang.

Therefore, you can think about it, but you can't do it.

"You can sleep in Ilya's bed." Yan's voice was hoarse as if he had been choked by hot pepper powder.

"Thank you."

"There's nothing to be thankful for." Yan could hardly look directly at Usman's face, especially his smile was too charming. Compared with the unsightly pictures in his mind, Yan felt that he was really too ridiculous.

And he already regretted agreeing to Usman's stay, it was too dangerous to keep him by his side, what if he couldn't help himself and crawled into his bed in the middle of the night?

When he is burning with lust, he doesn't care about the past and the future, Yan eats more and more quickly, so distracted that he bites his tongue like a dish, "Hey!", and the tongue bites a little bit.

"What's the matter?" Usman was eating seriously, or at least he seemed to be.He put down the chopsticks, and immediately raised Yan's chin, "Did you bite? Let me see."

"...It's okay." Yan looked at Usman's green eyes reflecting his embarrassing face, and his heart was beating so fast that it was about to pop out of his throat.

He always felt that Usman would see the embarrassing picture he was thinking at the moment from his eyes.

"The tip of my tongue is bleeding." Usman moved closer, "I'll just lick it."

"Stop, stop!" Yan covered Usman's face with a palm, "Don't even think about it!"

"...Ugh."

"Sit down and eat." Yan pushed Usman's face to let him continue to sit down.

"But, haven't you finished eating?" Usman said.

Yan lowered his head, only to realize that he had eaten almost everything, no wonder he bit his tongue instead of the vegetables...

"Cough." Yan cleared his throat, feeling that it was necessary to keep Usman away from him, it was for his own good.

"I'll give it to the cook so that he won't come in." Yan picked up the empty food box and walked out quickly.

When Yan came back, Usman was looking at his newly drawn map of the desert, looking at it very seriously, and he didn't even know he was back.