Harue Kagetsu

Li Mu didn't make her wait long.

His arrival was much faster than she imagined.

This was the first time the two met again after she was sent away by him in Xuancheng two years ago.

He was a little different from what she remembered.

At that time, perhaps because he was busy preparing for battle in Jiangbei, and hurriedly returning to the Savior, he had no time to take care of other trivial matters. Li Mu in Gao Luoshen's memory was dressed in blood-stained armor and had a messy beard that was so long that it covered half of his face.

The faint **** air and the deep eyes under the eyebrows were the deepest impression left by the governor of Yanzhou who came to rescue the city at that time.

But tonight, the man in front of him was completely different from what Gao Luoshen had in mind.

He was dressed in a black coat and a large crown, with a jade belt inlaid around his waist. The beard that covered his face was gone, and his face was clean. On the sides of his jaws, there was only a layer of shaving that is unique to an adult man. Faint stubble and green marks, the exposed jaw line is clear and thin, and the eyes are bright, and the whole person looks energetic and handsome.

He is completely different from Lu Jianzhi, or the father and brother that Gao Luoshen is accustomed to.

When Cambodian was alive, he was not only the leader of Jiankang's younger generation of gentry, but also one of the few military builders.

In his hand, he holds a romantic pen, and also holds a murderous sword.

However, even though he has also joined the military and has made outstanding military achievements, Li Mu's murderousness is lacking in Cambodian.

It has nothing to do with what to wear—this is a disturbing, vague sense of oppression that penetrates into the blood and blood that can only be experienced if you have experienced the sea of ​​​​blood on the corpse and the blood.

After he came in, he stood in front of her and stared at her, neither speaking nor approaching.

Gao Luo Shen knew that he was extremely beautiful tonight with his red face and white teeth.

Since she went to Cambodia seven years ago, tonight is the first time for her to show herself in such a splendid makeup.

The surroundings were eerily quiet. Gao Luoshen could even hear the sound of his breathing.

For the first time in her life, she felt extremely nervous.

She finally mustered up her courage, raised her head, and met his gaze.

After staring at him for a while, she turned towards him, slowly curling the corners of her lips and showing a smile.

He seemed to hesitate for a moment, his shoulders moved slightly, and then he walked to her side except for the crown.

In this season, if you wear thin clothes, when the wind blows at night, the Goddess Gaoluo will still feel cold.

It should be because of drinking alcohol, but he seemed to be a little hot, and the thin sweat was already faintly showing on the back of his clothes.

"Can I change clothes?"

After hesitating, Gao Luoshen asked in a low voice.

He raised his hand, and when he was about to untie the belt that bound him around his waist, his arm suddenly stopped in mid-air.

A slender hand had already stretched out towards his waist, his fingertips resting on the buckle, and stopped.

He looked at her.

She had stood up from the bed, her head level with his shoulders. Standing in front of him like this, he made him even more petite.

A pair of feathered eyelashes trembled slightly. She lowered her eyes and didn't look at him.

But after a brief hesitation, the jade hand undid the buckle for him and gently removed it from him.

He didn't move, just lowered his head slightly, silently watching her continue to undress for himself, then turned around obediently and raised his arms to make it easier for her.

coat. middle clothes. When the undershirt on his back, which had been wet with sweat, was half removed, he felt that the hand behind him that was covering his back shoulder stopped.

He waited for a moment, and finally felt the hand pull away from his shoulders.

He turned his head slowly and saw her expression was a little stiff, his eyes fixed on his back, as if he had seen the ugliest thing in the world.

"Am I frightening you?"

His voice sounded hoarse and stiff.

On his back, there are several scars left from the old wars, all of which are not shallow.

Especially the knife scar on the left shoulder that extended to the back of the waist, the wound was so severe that it nearly killed him in the first place. Although it has healed now, the scar is still uneven, as if it had crawled on a cyan centipede, looking extremely hideous.

Gao Luoshen raised his eyes, met his dark eyes, and shook his head slightly after a while.

"I was thinking, is it still painful here?"

she asked him softly.

There was no fear in those beautiful eyes. But after the surprise, the softness and pity that naturally revealed.

The darkness in his eyes disappeared instantly.

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

He stared at her, also lowly. The tone was very soft, as if to comfort her.

Gao Luoshen slowly let out a breath, turned around and took out a clean inner shirt. Seeing that he had removed his sweatshirt, showing his strong upper body, his face couldn't help but get a little warm, and he didn't dare to look at it. He lowered his eyes slightly and handed the shirt over.

He wore it himself, fastened his belt.

After this conversation, the sparseness between the two seemed to gradually disappear. Not only Gao Luoshen, but also Li Mu, looked a lot more natural.

"Da Sima..." She paused and changed her tune.

"...Lang Jun once saved me in distress, but I have never had the opportunity to thank you. I hope it's not too late to say thank you now."

"You'll be fine, no need to say thank you." He smiled slightly.

Or with the warm light of the red candle nearby, the gaze he looked at her at this moment seemed so gentle.

The man in front of him was really different from the big Sima who was rumored to be ruthless, to exclude dissidents, and to try to usurp the throne.

For such a brief moment, she suddenly felt at a loss and fell silent.

He seemed to be aware of her emotions, and he stopped talking, just kept looking at her.

The momentary ease between the two disappeared, and the atmosphere froze again.

"You must be tired, rest early."

He hesitated, and finally spoke again, breaking the silence.

"I know you didn't marry me willingly. You don't have to worry about it. As long as you don't want to, I won't force you."

He said again, in a calm tone.

In the bottom of Gao Luoshen's heart, a sense of shame suddenly appeared as if someone had seen through his guilt.

Knowing that he was looking at her, she turned her head, avoided him, turned her back to him, and slowly undressed herself.

The brocade tent fell, and the two of them lay on the pillow side by side.

She closed her eyes, her cheeks flushed.

He approached cautiously, tentatively, and lightly unbuttoned her shirt.

The big hand that once held the general sword to kill countless people was trembling slightly at this moment, so that it was unable to untie the belt several times.

The last time, when he finally told him to untie his belt, his hand was lightly pressed by her hand again.

"Lang Jun, will you move the tripod like Xu's in the future?"

She slowly opened her eyes, turned her head, and stared at the man who was beside the pillow.

Li Mu and her looked at each other for a moment, then withdrew his hand and sat up.

Gao Luoshen didn't know how he could ask such a question so rashly at such a moment.

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she regretted it.

She leaned back on the pillow and looked at the back of the dignified man sitting on the side, her heart beating wildly.

For a long time, I didn't hear him speak.

She closed her eyes: "I said the wrong thing, Lang Jun doesn't have to worry about it."

"Do you know the original intention of my joining the army?"

He asked suddenly.

Gao Luoshen opened his eyes and saw that he turned his head and looked down at himself.

She opened her eyes wide and didn't move.

He glanced over her delicate face and smiled.

"When I was ten years old, the fort at home was destroyed by the northerners. My father died in battle. Fortunately, a loyal family guard was desperately guarding me. My mother was able to take me to escape. I still remember my mother taking me across the river. The scene from time to time. There are Hu soldiers chasing after the north bank and throwing arrows. From time to time, some people are shot and fall into the water. The fishing boat is small and crowded with people, crying loudly. Turn over. The neighbors who fled with me all the way, struggling in the river and screaming, were quickly swept away by the waves and disappeared."

"When they were still in the north, they always hoped that the emperor of Dayu would send troops over, hoping to drive away the Hulu, so that they could worship their own emperor, wear their own clothes, and cultivate their own land. After so many years, the Great Yu army did come here, but after a turn, they left again, and I can't see anything! Now, there is not even a place where they can stay at last!"

"They just want to live. They didn't die in the fire, escaped the pursuit of the northerners, and were not shot by random arrows behind them. Now as long as they cross this river, they can reach the Han people's own territory. There was a wave ahead, and in the end, I couldn't survive..."

He paused.

"From that moment on, I said to myself that if I can succeed in the future, I will launch an army to the north, recover the two capitals, let the Hulu return to their own territory, and let the Han family regain control of the ancestral land."

"More than 20 years have passed, but my original intention has not changed."

His tone was calm, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"Since Dayu Nandu, heroes have appeared in large numbers, including high-ranking nobles, and there are also many outstanding people who cannot lead the army to restore the Han family. Ling Zun is one of them. But you can see why Ming Gong's several northern expeditions were all successful and unsuccessful. It ends?"

Gao Luoshen sat up slowly.

"It's not that my southerners are not brave and will not make plans, but the clan leaders, each with their own scheming, put the battle of the clan first, and I don't want your Gao clan to sit alone because of the great achievements of the Northern Expedition, and it is caused by many constraints from the back. ."

"It is the royal family surnamed Xiao, and I am afraid that Duke Ming does not want to succeed in the northern expedition. After the Xiao family crossed from the south, he would like to stay in Jiang Zuo. Since he has no intention of being the capital, how could he want to see his ministers who have made great achievements and overwhelm the royal family. ?"

He glanced at her, frowned slightly, and pondered for a moment.

"With your nobility, marry me today, and you have your own plans. Since you asked me, I might as well tell you. I don't know what will happen in the future. So far, I have no desire to be a servant."

"But," he paused, accentuating his tone.

"Anyone who hinders my northern expedition, no matter who it is, is my enemy of Li Mu, I will get rid of them!"

Gao Luoshen has been listening to him silently. Silent for a long time.

"Langjun, I didn't pay much attention to the affairs of the court. I only know that when my father was alive, his greatest wish in his life was Beiding Central Plains. If he was still alive, he would definitely support you."

Li Mu stared at him, a hint of joy gradually appeared in the bottom of his eyes.

"lady…"

"Call me Ami, my family calls me that."

She smiled sweetly.

"Ami…"

Li Mu's eyes moved slightly, and he sighed her name in a low voice.

He held her hand, slowly closed it, and finally wrapped her small hand tightly in his hot palm full of thick calluses.