The host of Kuaichuan, his style of painting is wrong

Chapter 270: Jun Mo Xiao, Drunk on the Battlefield ([-])
It was too hot inside the camp, and everyone drank until the end and left their seats, hooking their shoulders and backs, cursing their mothers, and shouting at the top of their voices who shot arrows beautifully, who danced spears well, and whose swords were accurate!
Cen Mu was bored, and left the camp after taking a sip of the warm wine. Before leaving, he unconsciously glanced at Xie Changjun.

Probably because he drank too much, or because the temperature was too high, Xie Changjun's face was like a peach blossom, his long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and he drank the wine in the glass.

Inadvertently ignoring Cen Mu's figure, Cen Mu's mouth was dry and he ran away in a panic.

Probably didn't see him.

Xie Changjun is very arrogant and conceited, he has never heard of his name, and he does not care to let him hear it.

After drinking some wine, the cool wind outside gave Cen Mu a headache.

As the bonfires intersected each other, he squinted his eyes and watched this group of people who had been away from home for a long time fight and drink together, and there was a crack in his dusty heart.

"Although I want the spring breeze to be subtle, I still have injuries."

Suddenly, Xie Changjun's voice came from behind him, so low that it seemed hoarse as if he had just woken up.As he approached, Cen Mu smelled alcohol.

Cen Mu didn't look back, and was about to walk away when a shadow suddenly shrouded his head.

As soon as he warmed up, he immediately surrounded Cen Mu with a strong smell of alcohol and Xie Changjun's unique smell, from beginning to end.

"Miraculous doctor Cen, what is the last sentence?"

Cen Mu felt the hot body pressing against him, and the deep voice overflowing from his chest echoed in his ears.

"Thank you Commander!" Cen Mu was furious, and threw the cloak covering his head back into Xie Changjun's arms, pushing him away.

Xie Changjun raised his eyebrows, and patiently unfolded his cloak, "You're welcome."

Then put it on Cen Mu again.

Cen Mu was angry and struggled to leave, "Mr. Xie, you must be sick!"

As he looked around, the soldiers by the bonfire were all playing finger games and drinking. The two of them were standing in a corner of the tent, so it was not easy to be spotted.

"Hush..." Xie Changjun held Cen Mu down with one hand, and stabilized the cloak with the other, "Don't move around, I will carry you into my Zhanhu camp directly."

As expected, Cen Mu didn't move. He knew Xie Zhangjun's temper, and the reputation of Zhanhuying was also rumored in the southern folks.

"Wear so little? Xue Zhan is so poor that he didn't even arrange clothes for you?" Xie Changjun smelled of alcohol as soon as he opened his mouth, but it was not unpleasant, and he also had the wildness of a man on him. The military doctor, don't make yourself sick."

Cen Mu pursed his lips and remained silent.

Probably because he drank too much and the light was dim.Xie Changjun fastened the belt very slowly, and his clean and slender fingers brushed against Cen Mu's chin from time to time, sparking fires one after another.

He looked up, and saw Xie Zhangjun's side face illuminated by the firelight, he was just wearing a cloak strap, so serious?

Cen Mu interrupted Xie Changjun, "I'll do it myself."

Xie Zhangjun did not refuse him this time, let go of his hand, and looked down at Cen Mu seriously.

As soon as Cen Mu raised his head, he met Xie Zhangjun's dark eyes, which were dark and dim, and he didn't know his emotions or what to think.

For a moment, Cen Mu was also stunned.

Before he could react, his hand was held by Xie Zhangjun, and he was pulled towards the training ground.

Cen Mu's hands were cold, and after drinking, he just warmed up his body.His body has always been weak, and his hands and feet are cold in winter, but the climate in the south is milder anyway.

It's different here in Mobei, the temperature is okay during the day, but at night, it's like being in an ice cellar.

Cen Mu wanted to break free from Xie Changjun's shackles, but was held even tighter.

(End of this chapter)