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Qin Zhuo'an didn't expect that he would come suddenly. He quickly put down the report in his hand and stood up to help Yan Qingning.

Yan Qingning pushed his hand away and reminded him coldly again: "Commander Qin, we don't need to be so close."

"It's my fault." He retracted his hand angrily, lowered his head and asked him: "Didn't you fall asleep already? Why did you wake up again?"

"I'm here to get military intelligence information about tunnel warfare." The light eyes covered by gold-rimmed glasses did not have the warmth that a person should have, only cold eyes remained.

"I can help you handle it." He was eager to prove his role, and even his voice was eager: "I sent people to repair the tunnel warfare passage, and I remember all the points. I will also record it, I have heard the voice of Mr. Xuetang teaching, and I am also literate.

I can help you..."

He was analyzing his own value and making every useful point about him clear and clear, just to earn some Yan Qingning's attention.

"I don't need it." Yan Qingning shook his head, his voice still as gentle as before: "Give me the pen and paper, I will handle it."

"Aning..."

Qin Zhuo'an reluctantly handed him the pen and paper, his cold eyes full of sorrow.

"Qin Zhuo'an, you must know your responsibilities!" Yan Qingning looked up at him, held his face and said to him warmly: "You are the leader of this era, and you are the one who wants to end the turmoil. You cannot and should not put an end to the turmoil." Your emotions should only be invested in one person. Your feelings and your cherishment should be invested in the people who trust you and the warriors who follow you.

I am just a dying person. You should dig out the remaining value of me and use it to benefit this era. "

Qin Zhuo'an didn't understand, how could a person who was so gentle and elegant, with extremely gentle movements and voice, say such heart-wrenching words?

"You know... I can't do it now." He held Yan Qingning's hand and put it against his heart, suppressing the bitterness in his throat that he couldn't swallow.

"You must do what you should do." Yan Qingning's voice was still gentle, and the mist in his light eyes seemed to dissipate for a moment, but did not reveal the deep emotions inside: "If there is a relationship between me and the people, If you have to choose one, you can only choose the common people, you can't choose me."

"Will you give me a chance to choose?" Qin Zhuo'an carefully held him in his arms and asked him in a whisper.

"I won't." He didn't let go of Qin Zhuo'an's hand, and even nestled peacefully in Qin Zhuo'an's arms.

But Qin Zhuo'an knew that this was just because he had no strength and was too lazy to struggle anymore.

"You didn't even give me a chance to choose, and you still insisted on me choosing." He circled Yan Qingning's body, buried his head in the side of his neck, and touched his earlobe with his lips fiercely: "Aning, you are the one who He is the most ruthless person."

Yan Qingning did not refute. He pushed Qin Zhuoan, walked to the table and squatted down. His fingertips were dipped in the cold tea and he wrote on the table: "The basic form of the Wencheng front line has been determined. If Jiang Qi is bold, , will naturally send people to destroy it while the tunnel strategy has not yet been fully formed.

If he is timid and dare not come out, the tunnel we have worked so hard to repair cannot be used in the first period of time, which will inevitably greatly weaken the morale of the soldiers, thus weakening their enthusiasm and allowing Jiang Qi to seize the opportunity to attack. "

"We must find an opportunity for Jiang Qi to take the initiative and let our soldiers win a beautiful victory!"

Qin Zhuo'an leaned over and looked at the battle situation he roughly sketched on the wooden table, "You don't know Jiang Qi. He is cautious. He will not send troops to fight us without a high probability of winning. "

"No, I know Jiang Qi no better than you do. After all, he is the one who destroyed the entire Yan family, so I still know his character." Yan Qingning wiped off the water stains on his hands and drew on the rice paper with a pen. A brand new one was produced, but it was completely opposite to the battle situation dictated by Qin Zhuoan, and most of it was even some authentic strategic trap areas.

Qin Zhuo'an frowned and said in confusion: "Aning, is this part of the tunnel drawn wrong?"

"Our tunnels are located in the northwest. Isn't the location you drew a tunnel trap set by us?"

"That's right." Yan Qingning was not disturbed by him and continued to sketch seriously: "I have a way to get him to send troops, and also to make him completely fall into our encirclement."

"As long as this tunnel trap distribution map is forged into an tunnel strategic distribution map, Jiang Qi will send troops."

"He is indeed as cautious as you said, but the premise is that he is not sure that he will win. But if he is allowed to master your authentic strategic distribution map with self-righteousness, he will definitely spare no effort to send troops to destroy you who have not yet An authentic strategy that takes shape.”

Qin Zhuo'an suddenly stretched out his arms and hugged him tightly, sighing: "Aning, can you not be so smart in the next life?"

"What?" Yan Qingning looked at him suspiciously and asked him half-jokingly: "Are you worried that I will steal your limelight? Or do you hope that I will become a fool?"

"Compared to what you are now, I really hope you can become a disaster."

"Because of what?" Yan Qingning put down the pen and looked at him with a smile in his eyes: "Having harmed the legacy for thousands of years?"

"I hope so." He reached out and tentatively touched the broken hair beside Yan Qingning's ear. After seeing that he had no intention of refusing, he dared to rub it gently: "But this is just what I hope."

"What about now?" Yan Qingning stared at him with piercing eyes, her light eyes slightly revealing a trace of imperceptible love: "Why don't you want me to be so smart?"

Qin Zhuo'an pressed the corners of his lips and silently asked for his opinion with his eyes. After getting his acquiescence, he dared to kiss his lips.

With their lips touching each other, Yan Qingning clearly heard the words he said in his mouth:

"Because God is jealous of talents..."

He wanted him to live longer, so he would rather he be a fool or a disaster, but not a genius.

Just because... God is jealous of talents...