Fields of Gold

Black Tornado hurts and runs over to his master, complaining and complaining. Little grass smiled and stuffed a sugar nugget in the little guy's mouth, soothing his broken heart.

Spirituality escaped from the sugar block and was caught acutely by the white horse leader. It hurriedly raised its head and looked at it with a breath. Under the moonlight, the familiar figure of white clothes strikes, and the surrounding area is like a bright white light, like a fairy in the world. How can a white horse master appreciate the appearance of a human little girl? What he cares about is the sugar that creaks and chews in his pony's mouth.

The White Horse leader took an elegant step in the direction of the grass. Little Black Tornado sensed the wildness on his body, thinking it was going to hurt his master, and took the first two steps up, blocking him in front of the weed with his weak body.

This little guy again! The white horse lowered his head and glanced at the little black whirlwind, revealing a disdainful look in his eyes. If it wants to hurt this little human girl, who can you stop? Gently pull each other aside with your front leg, and Shinbu walks to the weed, with his big mouth stretching out toward the familiar bag in his hand.

At this point, a little black figure rushed over, looking at it and hitting the horse under the white horse leader. The white horse took a step back and dodged the little shell-like figure.

“Hiss -” Don't hurt my master!! The tiny shadow of the black whirlwind made an awesome, loud hiss: Where are the people? Where's the horse keeper? Where's the stable guard? Are you all asleep? Bad horses want to bully the master, come help!!

Looking at the heroic and tragic figure of Little Black Cyclone, Yu Xiaograss doesn't know whether to laugh or feel moved? She took a step forward, bent down. Hold the little guy slightly trembling, touch his young hairs, and smile and soothe: "Don't worry, don't be afraid, it won't hurt us! ”

Don't look at the small black tornado, its intelligence has been developed to the level of nearly five years old children, able to understand most of the master's words. Does the master know this thief who stole his night snack? Black Tornado twisted his head and glanced at the weed with confusion.

“But Black Tornado is brave enough to reward you with a candy!” Yu Xiaograss pulled a piece of sugar out of the bag and placed it in his hand, sending it to the mouth of the little black horse.

All of a sudden, a big brain squeezed in, a warm roll of tongue and rolled the sugar over. The white horse chewed the sugar cubes with a squint of his eyes and complained in his heart of the spirituality contained in the sugar cubes, which seemed less than had been given to him by a young human girl before. But it's fun!

Black Cyclone is broken!! Not only did you steal its snack night, but you also brazenly grabbed its snacks, the old paper fought with you!! The black whirlwind drowned out of his mind in anger, and he ran mad towards the white horse. He kicked and bit beside it, and it was quite a mess.

However, the white horse did not put this little guy on his knees in his eyes, and gave him a little shelter and let him go. No harm can be done to it. Most importantly, eat more sugar!

“Black Tornado, there's sugar here, come back!!” Yu Xiaowei was a little scared that the little guy was trampled by the white horse and busily summoned it back. Pulled out a piece of sugar, avoided the white horse's mouth and stuffed it into the little guy's mouth.

Eating sweet candy, Black Tornado's angry mind slowly returns. He glanced at the white horse and stood proudly on his head, as if he were saying, "Look! The master is still looking at me!

The white horse looked at the grass with dissatisfaction and stretched his mouth to grab the bag in the grass's hand. The grass dodged and seduced it: "Look! Our stable is well treated. If you come to the stable and settle down, there will be a sugar nugget every day! Think about it! ”

The White Horse grabbed the food and pretended not to hear it and proceeded to attack the packet in her hand. Yu Xiaoxue sees it as foolish and helpless, but since she has already said what she wants to say, she is not forced to do so. She believes that warm water boils frogs, white horses, and their communities will be defeated!

Stuffed a piece of sugar in the white horse's mouth and patted it around his neck. “Okay, I've eaten the grass, I've tasted the sugar. Where should I go?" By the way, if you encounter bad weather in the future, remember to shelter in the newly built house over there. That's for you!! No one will bother you. Believe me, even when you come to the stable, you have full freedom. However, there is one thing you need to choose from the stables first! ”

Another sugar squared, and the White Horse leader stopped grabbing food satisfactorily. It knew that daily spiritual intake was certain and more harmful to the body, so it turned to look back at the little human girl and turned away.

Yu Xiaoyu sent the white horse without a hint of colour, walking further and further along the clean moonlight, feeling like it was the main character from the fairy tale, so brilliant, then people couldn't help but turn away.

With a cool night breeze, she fought a cold war and slightly shrunk her shoulders. In the northern October weather, many places are already snowy, and the stable is uniquely geographically located, making winter a little later than elsewhere. Nevertheless, the evening breeze was quite cold.

At this time, a cape with body temperature covered her shoulders and a familiar breath surrounded her to make her feel warm and at ease.

“It's gone, let's go back!” Little grass just stepped out of her room door and Zhu Junyang had noticed it. He knew what was at stake in the little girl's heart, and in order not to shock the white horse, he kept his breath shut and followed the little girl far behind, silently protecting her.

The scene of the Little Black Horse Master adds a lot of points to Zhu Junyang's impression of this offspring of the wind. The courage and loyalty to collide in front of the Mustang is enough to foresee its future capabilities. The stables are missing a leader who can lead the stables, and perhaps this little guy was born with this material.

When the horse keeper heard the movement, he added grass to the trough again. Yu Xiaograss added ingredients to the spirits, the pony's emotions were instantly soothed, deliciously eating a delicious snack night, and the little tail was swinging, enough to see how happy it was at this time.

Zhu Junyang guarded him back to Yu Xiaograss in the small courtyard. Naturally, he did not know that the white horse had left, and walked in the direction pointed at her. In the outermost part of the stables, it sees a spacious, clean stables, rows of slots full of grass, and, as the little human girl said, there's no human presence or guard nearby, no conspiracies or traps to worry about.

Think of the long snow season ahead, and the elderly and sick pregnancies in the community. Every winter, a frail section of the population dies in the harsh weather of the northern winters. This is the superiority and weakness of the population, but as the head of the clan, it still grieves for the members of those races. If there had been such an environment, perhaps those members would have been spared the fate of death? Life and freedom, which is more important? There is so much confusion in the mind of white horses...

On the fourth night after returning from the fall hunt, the cold north blew the whole night with a whistle, and the cold currents hit the stable. At first, the snowflakes drifted sporadically, and the cold wind was like a knife, and people couldn't reach out.

Yu Xiaowei nested in a hot kang, idle for her, decided to re-embroider a successful luggage bag and replace the ugly incense bag that Zhu Junyang had faded from his waist.

Kang, the handsome Wutong is helping the lady sew warm clothes with ferret skin. The northern winters arrived early and they were not prepared so well that they had to produce several sweaters to protect the lady from the cold. Of the girls, Wutong is not the best, but her needle threads are good. Had she not been chosen as the lady's personal maid, the needle room in the General's Palace would have been her home.

Yingchun spinned the wire on the kang, and asked her in wonder: “Miss, what do you want the slaves to spin such a thick wire for?” If it's a fabric, how thick is it? Is it a knitting blanket?

Spring and autumn fruits of bamboo needles were scraped aside with small knives, and a glance at the thick, thin bamboo needles placed around them was filled with the same questions as Yingchun's heart.

“When it's done, you'll see!” Yu Xiaograss smiled mysteriously and continued to do the needle thread with her head down. The bag had been sewn up and the needle was still in order. She looked over and over several times and was quite satisfied. The hardest part is embroidering it.

She picked the simplest of the flowers prepared by Wutong - embroidery made up of several pieces of bamboo leaves. In fact, there was a prank in her mind that she embroidered the adorable cartoon animal pattern on it. I don't know if the cool Yangshen King dared to hang it on her?

At this time, a cold breeze came through the open thick door curtain seam, and a shadow pulled in. He sat next to the grass and looked down at her painting a strangely styled dog pattern.

The graphics on the figure, though few pieces together, give a clear sense of what she paints. Little body, raised ears, God's eyes, a square scarf around his neck, that arrogant little gesture, at first glance, is a bit like Little White.

“What did you draw? Interesting!” Zhu Junyang saw this for the first time... Abstract and cute image, couldn't help but admire it.

Yu Xiaocao grinned: “This is what I'm going to embroider on my bag. If you like, I'll be relieved! ”

Zhu Junyang listened and the expression on his face was stiff. Looking at other figures, he chose the simplest bamboo leaf diagram and squeezed an unnatural smile: “How long does it take to embroider that diagram? Grandpa cares about you, why don't you just switch to something that's easier? ”