Quick Travel: Passing Through the Bloody World

The city of Bianliang was located at the northwestern border between the Nanman and the Wei State. It was winter and extremely cold.

Heavy snow fell all day and all night, and the snow on the ground had buried people's calves. This undoubtedly caused great trouble to the Wei army, which had been in the humid and warm climate for a long time.

At the same time, the army's heating supplies have been greatly consumed and are no longer sufficient to support military use.

Zhong Fan reported the military supplies, and even in the military tent, his hands and feet were numb from the cold: "Master, our army's supplies are only enough to last until after the New Year."

Bianliang City is located in a remote area, and now it is experiencing heavy snow that is rare in recent years, making it difficult to transport military supplies. Although the Wei army has won many battles, it is only a matter of time before the military supplies are insufficient and it will be stretched to the limit.

Xue Shenyi was wearing a heavy cloak, and white air came out of his mouth as he spoke: "Then we should take it down before the New Year."

He looked calm as he gave orders for preparations for the next march.

Zhong Fan noticed the purple under his eyes and said distressedly: "Master, you should just take a rest. You have slept for less than four hours in the past few days."

Xue Shenyi shook his head: "Nothing. Zhong Fan, is there any letter from the capital?"

There it is again.

Every day Xue Shenyi would ask about the situation of the person in the capital.

Speaking of this, Zhong Fan couldn't help but said angrily: "Here it comes! Master, you are suffering in Bianliang City, but the one in the palace is enjoying a good life. I heard from the subordinates of the Baochao Division that the Empress Dowager eats and drinks all day long."

Xue Shenyi showed a smile on his face: "I'm glad he's fine."

"Master! The Queen Mother clearly doesn't care about you, why are you still thinking about him!"

"Okay," Xue Shenyi waved his hand to signal Zhong Jian not to say anything more, and said coldly: "From now on, I don't want to hear you say anything bad about the Queen Mother."

Zhong Fan gritted his teeth and nodded, then he took out a gold-embroidered object from his chest and handed it to Xue Shenyi.

Xue Shenyi was stunned for a moment, and heat quickly spread in his palms, dispelling the coldness.

Xue Shenyi felt warm in his heart, but he said: "How much firewood is left in the army to boil water for me to use as a hot water bottle? Zhong Fan, when you have this firewood in the future, why not use it to boil some hot soup for the soldiers?"

Zhong Fan clasped his hands and was about to cry: "But sir, your tent is the coldest."

"Zhong Fan."

Seeing Xue Shenyi calling his name directly, Zhong Fan said no more, stomped his feet, turned around and left Xue Shenyi's tent.

Zhong Jian was boiling hot soup in a large pot outside. Seeing Zhong Fan's red eyes, he asked in surprise: "How did you make Zhang Yin unhappy again?"

"No."

Zhong Fan patted the snow-covered stones twice with his hands and raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Zhong Jian stared at him for a while, then suddenly raised his hand and handed him a piece of black roasted sweet potato.

"Give it to me?" Zhong Fan was stunned.

Zhong Jian nodded, and the scar on his cheek seemed to be tinged with a smile.

This method of coaxing people is just as unclever as ever, Zhong Fan thought.

Zhong Fan broke the roasted sweet potato in half and gave the other large piece back to Zhong Jian: "We are all brothers, we should know how to share."

Zhong Jian was puzzled by Zhong Fan's behavior of borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha: "It was originally mine."

"...eat it."

Xue Shenyi sat at the table and took a bite of dry food. The dry and choking feeling was not very pleasant.

He held the hot water bottle in his arms and felt the warmth. Somehow he remembered what Zhong Fan had just said. His heart contracted and the emotions that he had forced himself to suppress began to churn uncontrollably.

The unignorable coldness was like impenetrable ice water that wrapped him up layer by layer, making him feel extremely aggrieved.

The unpalatable dry food in his mouth became more and more sour, and Xue Shenyi's nose tightened.

Little liar.

He himself had to eat dry food in the army, but he lived a happy life in the palace.

He's only been gone for a few days?

It would be fine if I didn't think about him, but he's living such a comfortable life.

Even...even if I think about him.

Xue Shenyi thought about it, and recalled in his mind how Pei Yu had lost his appetite for him in the palace, and he felt so distressed.

So, Xue Shenyi stared at the pancake in his hand and thought that Pei Yu was chewing it. While chewing it, he couldn't help but curse Pei Yu in his heart as a little liar.

"How come I didn't know that Palm Print's teeth are so bad? He eats dry food with such force that it feels like he's tearing meat."

A cool and pleasant voice sounded behind Xue Shenyi.

Xue Shenyi was stunned for a moment and turned his head to look over.

Pei Yu was wearing a fiery red cloak, with snowflakes on his black hair, and he looked at him with curved eyebrows.

Xue Shenyi stood there with the unswallowed dry food in his mouth, "Am I dreaming?"

Pei Yu couldn't help laughing and said: "Pinch yourself with the palm print and see if it hurts."

Then Pei Yu saw Xue Shenyi pinching his thigh. Xue Shenyi groaned and his eyes were instantly filled with crystal tears.

Pei Yu's eyelids twitched, and he walked over, grabbed Xue Shenyi's hand, and rubbed his legs.

"Why are you using so much force? Does it hurt?"

Xue Shenyi said nothing. He raised his hands and hugged Pei Yu's waist tightly. He buried his head in Pei Yu's arms and rubbed it back and forth, absorbing Pei Yu's scent.

Pei Yu felt like he was being molested by a cat. He patted Xue Shenyi on the back of his head and said, "Stop sniffing. I haven't bathed in more than ten days after traveling so long."

"No, it smells good." Xue Shenyi's voice sounded muffled in Pei Yu's lower abdomen.

Pei Yu was still chilled by the wind and snow, and Xue Shenyi was already very cold, so he couldn't help sneezing a few times.

Pei Yu saw this and wrapped Xue Shenyi's hand in his own. After touching his cold hand, he frowned and said, "Why do you only burn so little charcoal for yourself?"

"The army is short of military supplies. I am a martial artist after all, so it is more appropriate to leave the charcoal fire to the soldiers in the army."

Xue Shenyi raised his head from Pei Yu's arms and looked up at him: "Why did you leave the palace? Marching and fighting is not as comfortable as in the palace, and it is not good for your health."

"Does Palm Print really think I'm a weakling?" Pei Yu poked Xue Shenyi between the eyebrows.

Pei Yu's fingertips brushed across Xue Shenyi's nose and said with a smile: "This time, I'm here to help you get to the heart of the matter."

"..."

Xue Shenyi always felt inexplicably trusting and comfortable when he was with Pei Yu, so when Pei Yu arrived, his eyelids began to droop after he spoke a few words to him.

Pei Yu saw that Xue Shenyi was exhausted, so he picked him up and walked towards the couch.

The two men huddled together on a soft couch, feeling somewhat aggrieved, but the temperature in the tent was low, so they were warm just hugging each other.

Xue Shenyi rested his head on Pei Yu's arm, and wrapped his arms tightly around Pei Yu's waist, as if afraid that he would run away.

Pei Yu lowered his head and kissed Xue Shenyi's forehead to calm the sleeping man. After seeing his brows relax, he fell asleep with him in his clothes.