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It was evening when we left Dali Temple.

Under the setting sun, Lu Jue was covered with a warm yellow glow. He quietly looked at Xie Qiao and bent his eyebrows. When Xie Qiao met his glowing eyes, he knew what he wanted to say.He stretched out his hand to hold Lu Jue's wrist, and said, "I'll take you to the barracks." Lu Jue was supposed to return to the barracks tomorrow, but since he knew something today, he should return to the barracks as soon as possible and make preparations.

Lu Jue was taken aback, and the smile on his face became even bigger. He stretched out his hand and nodded Xie Qiao's eyebrows, and said, "Okay, you see me off."

The sun slowly sank to the ground, and the lights of the roadside houses and vendors lit up one by one, illuminating the green bricks on the ground, as if warming up the cold autumn night.

"Pour soup□□ belly noodles!"

There was a clear sound of hawking, and when I walked around a corner, I saw a stall emitting steam and aroma. An old lady was hawking in front of the stall, with a lively smile on her face, her face was lit by the warm yellow candlelight. Now glowing with healthy red light.

Xie Qiao stopped and looked at Lu Jue, and said, "Use something, you won't have time to eat when you go to the barracks."

Lu Jue nodded.

Xie Qiao led him to sit down in front of a wooden table, stretched out his hand to the aunt, and said, "Two drawers of soup dumplings, two bowls of noodles."

"Okay! Wait a moment, sir!" The aunt smiled and got busy. After a while, a waiter put down two drawers of steaming, tender and small soup dumplings, and then brought two bowls of brightly colored noodles. The noodle soup is thick and topped with various toppings. The brightly colored vegetables and fungus burst into the eyes and nose of Huaguoshan with a strong aroma, which makes people move their index fingers.

Putting this down, the buddy brought over another pot of wine, and said with a smile: "We made this sweet-scented osmanthus wine by ourselves. It's warm in nature and pungent in flavor. It's most suitable for eating with crab roe soup buns. It's free! Take it easy, gentlemen!" After that, he went to greet other guests.

Xie Qiao stuffed the chopsticks into Lu Jue's hands, and said, "Eat it." After a pause, a vague smile appeared on his face in the mist: "Soon, you and I will have some time to eat I can’t eat such authentic Jinling anymore.”

If he expected it right, Dasheng and Beiliang would go to war soon, and Lu Jue would leave at that time, so naturally he wouldn't stay either.

Lu Jue put down his chopsticks, looked at Xie Qiao, sighed softly, and said seriously, "Qiaoer, it's me, not you." The battlefield is dangerous, and he must not risk Xie Qiao's life.

Xie Qiao looked at him and narrowed his eyes. After a long while, the smile on his face became even wider. He didn't answer Lu Jue's previous words, as if nothing had happened just now, but just raised his chin at him and said, "Brother Huaiyu, Eat. It’s not good when it’s cold.”

Lu Jue took the serving chopsticks, put a soup bag on the small plate in front of Xie Qiao, and simply spoke thoroughly, he said: "Qiao Er, if I want to leave in the future, the only thing that Lu Jue can worry about is You." Both his parents and His Majesty would stay in Jinling, but only Xie Qiao would do the stupid thing of running to the battlefield to find him.

"You can't let me go to the battlefield with my heart hanging."

These words were too harsh, Xie Qiao lowered his eyebrows, lightly touched the tender soup dumpling with the tip of his chopsticks, and said, "What if I insist on going?" After a pause, he said, "Brother Huaiyu, I I will stay in your tent well, and I will also take good care of myself and never cause you any trouble."

"You promised, I can live and die with you." Xie Qiao said hoarsely.

Lu Jue died on the battlefield in his last life, how can he rest assured...

In the hazy heat, Lu Jue flinched from looking at Xie Qiao for the first time. For the first time, he changed the subject bluntly and clumsily, put another soup dumpling on Xie Qiao's plate, and said, "Qiaoer, eat stop."

Xie Qiao looked at him silently for a while, then smiled, picked up his chopsticks, and said, "Okay. Eat." This was the first time Lu Jue flinched and was not honest in front of him, how could he bear to force him again.But——Xie Qiao took a small bite on the soup dumpling, and thick yellow soup came out. He took a sip of the soup, and it burned to the tip of his tongue—to go or not to go, of course not Lu Jue had the final say alone.

"Hiss..." It hurt after all.

Lu Jue frowned slightly, poured a glass of warm water and put it beside him, but Xie Qiao just picked up the glass of sweet-scented osmanthus wine, raised his head and drank it up, the hot place touched the spicy wine, the pain would be even more painful at that moment, thank you But Joe felt that he needed more pain to make him completely happy.

Xie Qiao's face is easy to be stained with alcohol, after only drinking this cup, his face turned red like rouge, Lu Jue felt distressed when he saw him - Xie Qiao was good when he was a child, or when he grows up to this age Well, Lu Jue couldn't bear him to be unhappy at all, but this time, he couldn't risk the life of the person on top of his heart.

Xie Qiao just looked at him with his eyes that were not drunk but already glistening, with a smile on his face, he said: "Brother Huaiyu, if we don't eat, we will really get cold." Then he took the chopsticks to pick up the bowl of fragrant noodles.

Lu Jue looked at him, lowered his eyebrows, and still picked up the chopsticks in his hand.

It was obviously a good meal, but it was tasteless after all.

After eating, before Xie Qiao stretched out his hand, Lu Jue took Xie Qiao's wrist and walked in one direction - naturally the direction to the barracks.

Xie Qiao looked at him: "Brother Huaiyu, you know, I'm not drunk."

Lu Jue raised his eyebrows and smiled: "I want to hold you, won't you?"

Xie Qiao paused, then nodded: "Yes."

In fact, the road to the barracks is not short, but walking like this, it will arrive soon.

At the gate of the camp, Lu Jue let go of Xie Qiao's hand, rubbed his head again, and said, "Qiao Er, go back."

Xie Qiao nodded quite obediently, he turned around and walked back, Lu Jue stood where he was, watching him with his hands behind his back.

Xie Qiao drank almost all of the pot of sweet-scented osmanthus wine just now, so although he was not drunk at this time, he was a little dizzy after all. He was easy to get drunk when he drank, so his face was as red as rouge.He had just walked a few steps when he accidentally bumped into someone.

"Young Master, be careful." The man seemed to be a soldier returning to the camp, and he was wearing armor at this time.He supported Xie Qiao, and when he saw Xie Qiao's face, there was a subtle surprise on his face.

Xie Qiao didn't like to be in contact with people. He was about to brush off the man's hand when he saw Lu Jue strode forward, pulled Xie Qiao's wrist and pulled the man behind him. He was facing the soldier with a blank expression on his face. : "Back to camp."

The soldier saw that Lu Jue was there, his pupils shrank, and he said respectfully: "Yes."

When the soldier passed by Xie Qiao, he glanced at Xie Qiao intentionally or unintentionally, and Xie Qiao finally saw his face clearly.

As soon as he saw it, he opened his eyes wide, and then narrowed them suddenly, with a bone-chilling chill inside——

Chen Ling.

The other party was Chen Ling who personally shot a cold arrow at Lu Jue.

Xie Qiao gritted her teeth fiercely, under the coldness in her eyes, there was overwhelming killing intent.