Sima Yi's army set off in the direction of Jieting, and then set up camp a few kilometers away.
Yan Xiaomo was left in the camp while Sima Yi led the army to attack the street pavilion.
Even though they were far away, Yan Xiaomo still heard the sound of fighting.
Sima Yi is from the Wei Kingdom, while Ma Di is from the Shu Kingdom and is Zhuge Liang's subordinate.
In this way, Zhuge Liang and Sima Yi are considered mortal enemies.
If these two people really fight, Yan Xiaomo is really scared and she doesn't know who to help.
One has awakened, the other has not.
This battle lasted for a long time, from morning to night, but in the end, the street pavilion was captured just like Yan Xiaomo did.
Sima Yi was naturally very happy after winning the battle, and returned in triumph with the spoils of war.
Yan Xiaomo could already hear the cheers of victory outside in the tent.
It seemed that a lively celebration party was inevitable tonight.
Yan Xiaomo would naturally not join in the fun at this time, and would just stay in the tent.
After all, her identity was not a glamorous one, so it was better to keep a low profile.
Seeing the curtain of the tent being lifted up, Yan Xiaomo already knew who it was without even thinking about it.
Looking at the bamboo slips, he asked: "Victory is back."
"Yes, Xiaomo, you are right, we won the street pavilion this time."
Sima Yi said very proudly, taking off his cloak and hanging it aside, and also took off his weapons.
"Victory belongs to you."
Yan Xiaomo put down the bamboo slips and slowly raised his head.
"This is for you."
Sima Yi gave Yan Xiaomo a beautiful beaded hairpin and wanted Yan Xiaomo to wear it.
"This is the spoils of war" Yan Xiaomo looked at it in the palm of her hand.
She couldn't take this kind of external thing with her, otherwise she would definitely be wearing it.
For her, the only things that could be taken away from this world were heroes and inscriptions.
Nothing else can be taken away, only owned.
"Well, I'll reward you."
"Thanks."
Yan Xiaomo said thank you, but did not put the hairpin on her hair, but placed it on the table nearby.
"Why put it on" Sima Yi asked curiously, picking up the pearl hairpin on the table and trying to put it on Yan Xiaomo's hair, but was finally stopped by Yan Xiaomo.
"Just take a look at these things.
They are not meant to be brought with you in life or taken away with you in death."
As she spoke, Yan Xiaomo seemed to take this kind of extraneous matter very lightly.
In fact, only Yan Xiaomo knew that this kind of thing could not be taken away and could only be touched for a while.
It was not interesting and it would be better to never get it.
But in Sima Yi's eyes, Yan Xiaomo's status suddenly became higher.
Treating money as dirt, he felt inferior to how many people in this world could do it.
"I didn't expect Xiaomo to be really impressive."
Sima Yi said with emotion.
"kindness" Yan Xiaomo was puzzled, how could he be so impressed?
"I dare to ask how many people can do it at this time and regard money as dirt."
""Did this guy misunderstand something?
She is not an elegant person, she is a vulgar person, very vulgar.
The reason why she is not tempted by money is not because she cannot always have money.
This plane may be ancient times, and the next plane may be modern times.
So it's not that she regards money as dirt, but that she doesn't make some useless struggles.
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