Who took away my wealth

Old Wutou couldn't see them looking like this. He grunted twice and found a piece of cloth to wrap the arrowhead.

Aga said dissatisfiedly:

"Military doctor, why would you keep such an unlucky thing? You can just throw it away."

Lao Wutou knocked Ajia on the head hard:

"You're a spendthrift. If you continue to spend money like this, the entire military camp will be wiped out by you. Pig iron is in such short supply right now. It can be recycled into a new arrow."

Ajia was a tall man with a strong back and a strong back. He was beaten by the skinny old Wu, and he was a little worried about his face. However, the other party was older than him and had more seniority than him, so he let him do it.

When Old Wu was wrapping up the arrow, Gu Yu glanced back. The broken arrow body was covered in blood, and there was no way to tell. He couldn't bear to look at it anymore and turned his head.

Song Qinian's main tent had too many people coming and going throughout the day, so it was not suitable for recuperation, so he moved to the tent where he lived before.

He clearly said that he was troublesome to His Highness, but every time he ordered Gu Yu to do things, he didn't feel like he was troublesome to others at all.

"Your Highness, I'm thirsty..."

"Your Highness, I'm hungry..."

"Your Highness, my wound hurts..."

"Your Highness, I'm sleepy, can you sleep with me?"

Gu Yu: "..."

"What do you need me to do when you sleep?"

"It hurts so much that I can't sleep. I need to watch you and be coaxed before I can fall asleep."

How could such a tall man say such cowardly words?

Just when Gu Yu was about to refuse, Song Qinian frowned and showed an expression of "I feel so much pain" and "Why are you so cruel?"

If you refuse, you won't be able to say it immediately.

"Then I'll sit on the edge of the bed."

Gu Yu walked over slightly nervously, pulled the quilt on Song Qinian's body, tucked it in, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

He was a bit unfamiliar with coaxing people, so he put his hand in the air, not knowing exactly where to land it.

After a while, he withdrew his hand and touched the back of his neck, and the awkward atmosphere subtly spread.

Gu Yu was very worried.

He keeps saying that he is a straight man, but he is always doing mosquito-repellent things.

Whether it was forced or voluntary, it was always done.

Two grown men, without any family support, coax the other to sleep. The ambiguity between them is self-evident.

Moreover, he did not expect that he would be the one taking the initiative.

Just...a weird feeling.

"Your Highness..."

Song Qinian screamed aggrieved. He took his hand out of the quilt and tried to pull Gu Yu's hand. He didn't know if it had pulled the wound on the other side. The pain made his lips turn white. In addition, when he looked at people He is used to using an innocent and pitiful expression, and then he becomes relaxed.

"You have a wound, why are you moving?"

Song Qinian was like an unloved puppy, explaining aggrievedly: "It hurts. I want His Highness to touch me, but Your Highness refuses, so I can only lead His Highness myself."

What a poor child.

Touch him.

In the final analysis, Song Qinian was injured because he insisted on going to the city.

No matter from any angle, he should comfort him.

Isn't it just touching?

Just touch it.

Gu Yu raised his hand and touched the top of Song Qinian's head. He felt that Song Qinian slightly pressed into his palm, really like a puppy.

The soft hair rubbed in his palms, and Gu Yu felt a strange feeling in his heart. This strange feeling was attacking what he had always insisted on.

It also impacted his belief.

For a moment, Gu Yu even thought, what's the trouble? He is tired enough. He doesn't want any money or women, so he can just live a stable life.

What does he care about Nanling and Sumu's affairs?

As long as Gu Shuangnan is not the emperor, no matter whether the golden bird supports the young prince to come to power, or the Sumu army invades the imperial city, or Song Qinian becomes the emperor himself, the people below will not be too bad.

At least, no matter who of the two succeeds, the one who becomes the emperor will be better than himself.

Moreover, they should not harm the people who have been around them.

He just wants to lie down and be a salted fish, have money to spend, and don't have to look at people's faces. To be an emperor, you have to get up early every day and work hard. Although there is no immediate boss, there are still a group of employees to support. He Such a personality is not suitable for such a job.

Song Qinian dug at Gu Yu's palm and stared at him with his amber eyes for a moment. There was an unexplainable flavor in his tone as he said:

"Your Highness, you are distracted."

"Ok?"

Song Qinian did not go into details. He twitched the corners of his mouth and showed a pale smile:

"Your Highness, tell me a story. I want to hear it."

Gu Yu was pulled away from his thoughts, and when he saw Song Qinian looking at him with a stern look, his heart suddenly hit him.

He is so good-looking, it would be nice if he saw such a face every day from now on.

Gu Yu was startled by his own thoughts.

He even felt that Song Qinian's piercing eyes had penetrated the thoughts that emerged in his heart, so he hurriedly covered it up:

"Tell... tell a story, okay, I'll tell you a story about the three little pigs..."

Song Qinian was stunned for a while. After he finished, he asked: "Can pigs build houses?"

Gu Yu: "..."

Sure enough, fables are not suitable for a mature person like Song Qinian.

There is no childlike innocence at all.

"Pigs can't do it, but you can, right? I just want you to build it stronger when you build a house in the future, so that when bad guys come in the future, you can resist, just like... building a city wall."

Song Qinian: "..."

It always felt like Gu Yu was comparing him to a pig.

However, as long as it was his metaphor, he would accept it all.

*

The next day, Gu Yu woke up to the sound of training. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a handsome face in front of him, which stunned him for a moment.

Why did he lie on the same bed as Song Qinian?

Didn't you tell a story last night?

Later, Song Qinian seemed to feel sleepy and fell asleep.

However, after sleeping for a while, he would huddle up and cry out from the cold. He would turn around unreasonably and hiss in pain when pressure was applied to his wound.

Gu Yu found almost all the quilts and put them on him, but to no avail.

He had no choice but to lie beside the bed and hug Song Qinian to prevent him from pressing the wound on the other side when he turned over. As expected, the other party honestly stopped moving.

As a result, hugging each other, he fell asleep instead.

Gu Yu's face was a little embarrassed.

It's not like he has never slept with Song Qinian before.

But no matter which time it was, Song Qinian was the one who insisted on coming up.

But this time, he took the initiative.