Father is on top, I was wrong

Wen Wujue was slightly surprised, he didn't expect him to guess it so quickly.

He asked without changing his face: "The emperor thinks that an ambush requires [-] troops?"

Xiao Gui gritted his molars, and said angrily, "Of course not, but is this the reason for Xiangfu to deceive the emperor?"

"I have no intention of deceiving the emperor." Wen Wujue said boldly, "It's just to frighten the enemy, so I can only come up with this strategy."

In addition, there is another reason he didn't say, in order to get more food and grass.

The wolf flames from the Beacon Tower obscured Wen Wujue's face, only the halo in his eyes was restrained and calm.

Like a quiet fox in the night.

Xiao Gui looked at his face, and inexplicably, a white, furry, graceful snow fox appeared in his mind. He didn't know where it was dormant, and when it was caught off guard, it would flash quickly and bite people.

Seeing his gloomy face for a long time without saying a word, Wen Wujue thought that he was going to have another fit, so he asked, "Does the Emperor have any opinions on this?"

Xiao Gui really wanted to go back, but he also knew that this battle did not require so many soldiers and horses, and the marching speed would be slow if there were too many people, and it would also consume food and grass.

"No objection." He replied sullenly, and raised his brows lightly, "Is Xiangfu still doing something?"

Without concealing his attitude, Wen Wujue said helplessly: "It's better for the army to rest here tonight."

"understood."

Xiao Gui waved his hand, and called Li Ling like a bully, asking him to discuss with the guard and rest in the nearby camp.

More than 1 soldiers and horses withdrew slowly, Wen Wujue stood in the wind for a while and watched, couldn't help sneezing, and was about to drink a cup of hot tea in the station.

At this time, I heard a crisp "pop!"

The soldiers and horses were noisy, no one seemed to hear it, Wen Wujue suspected that he had heard it wrong.

But in the next moment, two consecutive "Papa!" sounded like big pearls and small pearls falling on a jade plate, even when a small ice slag rolled down in front of Wen Wujue, his hairs almost stood on end.

This time there was no doubt that it was really hail.

Wen Wujue yelled suddenly: "Xiao Gui! Withdraw quickly!"

Immediately afterwards, there was hardly any time for anyone to react, and fist-sized hailstones slammed down densely, making it impossible to see anything in the dark night, and it was too late to dodge when the hailstones hit.

"His-"

"what!"

The war horse was hit on the back by the hailstone, whimpering and screaming, mixed with the screams of the soldiers, it was particularly penetrating.

Xiao Gui's forehead thumped, and he quickly jumped up the beacon tower, and the hailstones of different sizes fell on his side with a crackling sound.

Without changing his face, he calmly raised his voice: "The rear army has changed to the front army! Retreat to the woods! Quick!"

Wen Wujue was still beside the carriage, Lu Jia protected him and prepared to hide in the post station, but unexpectedly, the horse in front of their carriage was also hit hard, and suddenly became irritable, kicked its hind hooves, and rushed over like crazy .

Seeing that the master and servant were about to be crushed into meatloaf by the horse, Lu Jia suddenly jumped up on the ground, jumped onto the horse's back, pulled the rein, and pulled the horse to change the direction, including the man and the carriage in the other direction. Gallop away in the distance.

Without Lu Jia by his side, the hailstones were still falling, crackling more and more violently.

Wen Wujue had no choice but to pull out the fox fur to cover it, but how could the soft fur be able to block it?

He was struggling left and right, and his shoulder was still hit, and suddenly his eyes went dark, and he almost fainted from the pain.

In the dark night, a hailstone as big as two fists was approaching the top of his head, and Wen Wujue only vaguely caught a glimpse of it, his face changed suddenly, his hair stood on end, and his heart felt cold.

For the first time, I really felt that death was so close.

Before he could react, he was suddenly pulled and pushed to the side, and fell to the ground with hail all over his body, which made his whole body ache.

It was dark in front of him, and his nose was filled with the masculine scent of green grass under the scorching sun, which smelled surprisingly good.

In the next second, his knees tightened, and he was picked up horizontally, shaking him up and down violently.

He felt that the man should be running, his footsteps were steady and nimble, and he rushed to the post station in twos and threes.

The crackling hail finally stopped hitting him.

Wen Wujue let out a breath, and lifted his head from the man's chest in a vain manner, and saw the clearly curved and beautiful jawline.

Xiao Gui?

Xiao Gui frowned slightly, also uneasy.

In his memory, there was a time when Wen Wujue was also a general who fought on the battlefield and dared to go deep alone. He once singled out the leader of the enemy army in an army of ten thousand and returned in triumph.

The once mighty God of War is now pale, his whole body is limp and fragile, only a handful of thin bones are left, so light that Xiao Gui almost feels that he can crush him with just a little force.

Wen Wujue was stunned for a while, feeling the lingering warmth of the embrace in front of him, he said, "Your Majesty, you can put down the subject now."

Xiao Gui seriously suspected that he could not even stand upright now.

There are few people around the official road, and there are no decent tables and stools in the station, only some rough hardwood stilts.

So he lifted his foot and hooked it, moved a stick over, frowned and let go carefully.

Facts have proved that Wen Wujue overestimated his physical strength.

As soon as Xiao Gui let go of his hand, he felt weak all over, broke out in cold sweat, and felt a dull pain in the shoulder that had just been hit by the hailstone.

Xiao Gui watched him coldly, falling limply like a wounded snow fox.

At the last moment when he fell to the ground, Xiao Gui grabbed his waist, leaned on himself, and teased, "Father Xiang, don't be brave."

He straddled his long legs, sat on Wen Wujue's chair just now, and let him sit on his lap.

But as soon as he sat down, Xiao Gui felt something was wrong.

Why is this posture so strange?

Wen Wujue was dizzy and couldn't distinguish the scene in front of him, so he could only instinctively hold the skirt in front of him to prevent himself from falling.

Xiao Gui looked down at the hands on the cloak on his chest, the knuckles were well-proportioned and slender, white to the bones, the neatly trimmed fingertips were slightly rosy, surprisingly beautiful.

Moving from his hands to his face, it was the first time he looked at his father's face so closely.

Very sickly pale, slightly cold sweat, black and supple eyebrows, neither thick nor light, just right on the brow bone, the shape is quiet and beautiful.

Xiao Gui was fascinated, he had never seen a man whose face was as clean and delicate as his father's. The stinky men seemed to be sweating profusely, and their skin was not so delicate and smooth.

He reached out his hand unconsciously and touched his cheek.

It feels so good.

The hair is also very thin and soft, without any frizz, and combed like a waterfall.

Xiao Gui's hands became more and more bold, from the hair down, just touching the warm back of the neck.

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded, "What are you doing?"

Xiao Gui shuddered and paused, and saw that Wen Wujue regained his senses at some point, his eyes gradually became clearer.

Really bad scenery.

Xiao Gui cursed in his heart.

His hands stopped, but his erratic thoughts stretched like green vines.

He said brazenly: "Father Xiang's hair is messed up, I will help you straighten it."

Wen Wujue stared at him for a moment, his expression was uncertain, and it took him a long time to calmly say: "Thanks, no need."

This posture of sitting on someone else's lap made him very uncomfortable, as if it was a woman.

But Wen Wujue seems to have forgotten that he is now weaker than any ordinary woman.

"Father Xiang, don't be brave, do you want to lie on the ground?"

Xiao Gui wrapped him in fox fur, and rarely reached out to the kettle on the table next to him kindly, touched the body of the kettle, it was still a little hot, and poured him a glass of water.

Wen Wujue is not a person who sticks to the horns, he simply accepts the fact that he can't even stand up, anyway, there are people who are willing to serve, so why are the two big men ashamed?

He took Xiao Gui's hand and drank half a cup of warm water. As soon as his body warmed up, he immediately felt much more comfortable, but his shoulder still had a dull pain, and he could barely lift his entire arm.

Could it be that you have hurt your muscles and bones?

A menacing hailstorm finally stopped after two or three quarters.

The soldiers and horses also withdrew into the woods. Li Ling emerged from an unknown corner, and as soon as he stepped into the station, he was startled by the scene in front of him.

The emperor is sitting with the prime minister in his arms?

His eyelids twitched, no matter how he looked at it, he felt weird.

Xiao Gui's face was thicker than the city wall, the master who always went his own way, didn't think it was a bit strange, he just raised his eyes and asked him: "Have the soldiers and horses settled down?"

Li Ling lowered his hands and replied, "The settlement has been settled. Fortunately, the soldiers were evacuated in time. The soldiers were hardly injured. As for the horses, we will have to look at them tomorrow."

Xiao Gui let out a "huh", "Doesn't this station even have a couch?"

"Returning to the emperor, this is the messenger station near the Beacon Tower. After the first emperor reorganized it, it is only for people to stop and not to stay overnight. If there is a couch, I am afraid that I will go to the next station."

There are still thirty or forty miles away from the next post station, and it is obviously impossible to pass at this time.

Wen Wujue was also thinking in his heart, where will he end up tonight?

Originally, his plan was to inform Xiao Gui and rush back overnight, but now that he was exhausted and the weather was unclear, it seemed impossible.

Li Ling asked the old man at the post station to bring people over to tidy up the compartments inside, spread thick straw, covered with a layer of fur fabric, and brought out the quilts from the army, just like all soldiers, Xiao Gui also Just one night.

But this is not a problem at all for Xiao Gui, who is rough-skinned and thick-skinned.

After waiting for a long time, Lu Jia finally came back with the carriage. The horse seemed to be seriously injured and was whimpering.

Wen Wujue struggled to look out, "Your Majesty, let me down."

Xiao Gui frowned, holding his thin waist with his hands, and did not let go.

He stood up without saying a word and walked outside.

Wen Wujue considered that he might not be able to leave, so he let him go.

After the hailstorm, ice scum was everywhere and began to melt, and the north wind howled, making it even colder outside.

Lu Jia was still soothing the horse, but Wen Wujue simply asked Lu Jia to untie the frame behind the horse and support it with a stone pier.

Xiao Gui had been watching with cold eyes, and suddenly asked: "Father Xiang is going to sleep in the carriage tonight?"

"Yes, it will be one night." Wen Wujue said lightly.

Xiao Gui said coldly: "Aren't you afraid of being frozen to death?"

Wen Wujue: "..."

If the dog emperor didn't speak, he might still be grateful for his care. This opening is really a disappointment.