The general is in charge of the routine again

Yang Jianxin pulled out the scimitar, shining in the sun, you can see more clearly the golden cloud pattern engraved on the blade, the whole body is made of black iron, the iron cuts like mud, it is absolutely a good sword.

The machete is one of the unique characteristics of Cangyi. Cangyi believes in ivory and firmly believes that ivory can bring them supreme glory, so their knives are all made based on ivory.

The golden cloud pattern is the symbol of the Cangyi royal family. After the Cangyi prince reaches the age of 16, he will cast a machete at the coming-of-age ceremony to announce the birth of a warrior.

A few years ago, Wen Mu heard that the Seventh Prince of Cangyi had lost his scimitar, and was questioned by his subjects, so the royal family could only abandon the title of the Seventh Prince.

Yang Jianxin's sword dance is very powerful, looking at the majestic mountains and rivers, it is like the momentum of an army breaking through bamboo, with softness and strength, every move can feel the ambition.

Only then did Wen Mu realize that Yang Jianxin was really attractive at this time, and he was very envious of such Yang Jianxin.

Suddenly, he had sustenance to Yang Jianxin in his heart.

It carries Wen Mu's lofty ambitions and the yearning of Wen Mu's man.

He was a little crazy when he saw it, but he didn't realize that Yang Jianxin had finished dancing.

Yang Jianxin looked at Wen Mu who was in a daze, with starry eyes.

He could see Wen Mu's yearning, a love for making contributions.

"Want to dance?" Yang Jianxin said.

Wen Mu withdrew his gaze and nodded for a long time.

Yang Jianxin pulled him over and handed him the scimitar.

The scimitar was very heavy, and he saw Yang Jianxin holding it with ease, thinking that it was not heavy.Unexpectedly, as soon as I got it in my hand, it immediately sank to the ground.

Yang Jianxin let out a muffled laugh, and lifted the scimitar with his hand, explaining every movement of the dance to Wen Mu.

With a sudden stab forward, Wen Mu's whole body was pulled forward, and then dragged back abruptly by Yang Jianxin's hand holding his waist.

Yang Jianxin's hoarse voice sounded beside his ears: "This is called stabbing sword."

The saber ran from top to bottom along the front of the two of them again, retreating back and turning over and stabbing.

Yang Jian said in his heart, "This is called Mo Liao Jian."

Pierced through the front of the body, "This is called piercing the sword."

Every word was whispered in Wen Mu's ear, he just felt that his blood was full of excitement, the more he danced, the more excited he became, and the more he danced, the lighter he became.

Lifting sword, pointing sword, cloud sword, hanging sword.

At this moment, he seemed to be on the battlefield where the drums of war were sounding, fighting bloody battles to defend his family and country!

After the sword dance, Wen Mu was still a little unsatisfied, panting slightly, but with a smile on his face.

I feel relaxed all over, and my laziness is gone.

This kind of Wenmu is also very dazzling.

Absolutely don't let others see it.

When returning home, Wen Mu rarely talked a lot, raised the curtain of the car, and asked about the battlefield with great interest.

Yang Jianxin explained to him patiently.

It was already late when we returned to the mansion, Yang Jianxin washed Wen Mu's feet first, hung his clothes on the hanger, lighted spices, and after everything was done, he saw Wen Mu lying on his side excitedly with a smile on his lips Waiting for him in bed.

Seeing that he had finished, he quickly patted the side beside him and said, "General Yang, hurry up."

Yang Jianxin took off his clothes and blew out the candles.

The surroundings became pitch black, and human perception began to amplify infinitely.

There was the rustling sound of Wen Mu shrinking into the bed and Wen Mu's breathing.

Each one is an aphrodisiac to Yang Jianxin, fermented in his body, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

Today's Wen Mu is very different, and it attracts him even more. Those yearning eyes, that overflowing smile, each of them interprets Wen Mu's uniqueness.

Looking at Yang Jianxin tenderly in the dark, his excited heart could not calm down.

Plop plop, clearer in the dark.

He didn't know what was wrong, but seeing Yang Jianxin now, he only knew that he was very happy and excited, Yang Jianxin was very powerful.

He should have admired Yang Jianxin. When he danced the sword, he used a sword instead of a sword to dance more heroically.

He has also seen a lot of sword dances, none of which catches his eyes more than Yang Jianxin's dance, Yang Jianxin is indeed very powerful.

Wen Mu praised Yang Jianxin again and again in his heart, now Yang Jianxin is getting better and better in his eyes, more and more in line with his personality of making friends.

The two of them were almost sleepless, so they collided with each other's eyes in the darkness. They stared at each other all night, until white fish maw appeared in the sky, and Wen Mu fell asleep leisurely.

Wen Mu felt as if his head was bursting after going to court, and the pain was unbearable, so he went to rest at the chief eunuch's place in the palace after going to court.

Gao Xin hurried to the inn early in the morning, Yang Jianxin was lying on the bed and sleeping, Gao Xin kicked open the door, saw Yang Jianxin lying on the bed, and immediately shouted: "Black heart is not good! Fight!" Called into the palace by the emperor!"

Yang Jianxin opened his eyes impatiently to look at him, and punched him in the face: "I'll be called, what's the fuss! If you disturb my rest, you'll be waiting to go to hell in a while."

Gao Xin obediently stopped talking, sat on the round table and drank tea depressedly.

Zhan Jingpeng didn't show himself very much, and he didn't care about his official position. He just waited for the Jianmen pass to be safe and then went back to the mountains to find his master.

This time I don't know why, but after going down to court, he suddenly sent someone to the residence to call Zhan Jingpeng into the palace.

Fearing that something bad happened, Gao Xin hurriedly came to Yang Jianxin for analysis, but he didn't expect that this matter had nothing to do with him.

Yang Jianxin fell asleep for an hour, and Zhan Jingpeng came back.

With a cold face, Zhan Jingpeng sat on the stool and began to drink tea.

"Why did the emperor call you into the palace?" Yang Jianxin sat up from the bed and yawned.

"Escort Ninth Prince Li Zhen to Hechang Kingdom."

"When are you leaving?" Yang Jianxin asked.

"Leaving in three days, the emperor asked me to live in the palace for the next few days to protect the Ninth Prince." Zhan Jingpeng frowned slightly.

Protecting Li Zhen is a trivial matter, but living in the palace is very annoying.

Still live for three days.

"Does the general know?" Gao Xin asked.

Zhan Jingpeng nodded: "It was recommended by the general."

Zhan Jingpeng's military strength is superb, and if he goes to Hechang Kingdom, he will encounter assassination from other countries and a certain prince, so protecting Li Zhen is the top priority.

Li Yinyan asked Wen Mu, and Wen Mu also said that Zhan Jingpeng could be entrusted with important tasks, so he summoned Zhan Jingpeng.

The three fell into deep thought.

This time the mission is the Royal Guard, and Zhan Jingpeng is the general of the guard, with full command of the guard, and at the same time Li Zhen's personal guard.

"Are you going alone?" Yang Jianxin asked.

Zhan Jingpeng shook his head: "I'll take my eldest grandson and second grandson there."

Gao Xin: "Don't you need me? This mission should be very dangerous, don't you need me and Black Heart to follow?"

Yang Jianxin is also a little worried, this is related to the peace between the two countries, and someone will definitely hinder it.

"No, you guys are good at protecting the general, the eldest grandson and the second grandson are enough."

It is true that there are not many people in Dawei who can fight against Zhan Jingpeng, but there are people out there who can't say for sure.

At night, Yang Jianxin looked preoccupied.

Naturally, Wen Mu also found out, he could guess why Yang Jianxin was worried.

"You don't have to worry about going to Hechang country. I will let the little ones, the second, the third, and the fourth follow General Zhan to protect His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince at any time." Wen Mu said.

Yang Jianxin felt a little relieved.

The two of them lay on the bed and chatted a few words, and they fell asleep when it was late at night.

Three days later, the mission left the capital with great momentum.Standing on the horse, Zhan Jingpeng nodded slightly to Yang Jianxin and Gao Xin who were standing beside him. They drank farewell wine the day before, even though they only drank one glass, Zhan Jingpeng woke up this morning feeling a headache.

He is good at everything, the only thing is to drink in one sip. He can't even take a sip of wine. When he was on the mountain with his master, he accidentally took a sip of wine with his mouth and fell asleep all night. The next day, he was dizzy and in pain.

So far I have never drank it again, yesterday I was no match for parting, I drank two sips, now my head is still groggy, and my mouth still smells of alcohol when I burp.

After Zhan Jingpeng left, Gao Xin and Yang Jianxin still felt a little empty, not happy at all.

The three of them have been together for five or six years, and they have never been separated. This sudden separation still feels a little desolate and boring.

But this kind of emotion was completely gone when I saw Wen Mu at night.

Wen Mu seemed very tired. He didn't even eat any food when he entered the door, so he just lay down on the bed to rest.

"What's wrong?" Yang Jianxin pulled Wen Mu's arms, "What did you do in the palace today, so tired?"

Wen Mu dazedly slapped his hand: "Don't mess with me, I want to rest."

This time Yang Jianxin didn't pull him again, but took off his boots and fetched water to wash his feet.

After washing his feet, he picked him up and took off his clothes, stuffed him into the quilt, turned around, took a piece of spice and lit it, and started to smoke his clothes.

As soon as Yang Jianxin lay down, Wen Mu moved into Yang Jianxin's arms in search of air conditioning.

It seemed that he was really tired, and he couldn't sleep well all night. Before dawn, he said something in his sleep and shouted: "Hurry up and save people!"

Yang Jianxin was forced to wake him up, and he fell asleep again.

"Knock—" Xiao Huazi knocked on the door again, "My lord, the time has come."

But this time it was not Wen Mu who opened the door, but Yang Jianxin.

Xiao Huazi has gotten used to it, it should be said that everyone in Wen's mansion has gotten used to Yang Jianxin's existence.

They treated Yang Jianxin respectfully and regarded him as another head of the Wen family.

After all, after all these years, no one can stay in the adult's room permanently.

Yang Jianxin took the washbasin and ordered him to bring in the breakfast.

After Xiao Huazi left, Yang Jianxin covered Wen Mu's face with a soaked hot towel, and wiped his face carefully.

Wen Mu hummed, and wanted to remove the towel, Yang Jianxin coaxed: "Be good, don't make trouble."

Wen Mu opened her eyes and sat on the bed in a daze, sighed, and began to dress resignedly.

He was exhausted yesterday, and a new batch of eunuchs and maids came, and they all needed to be redistributed to the various palaces.

This palace needs eunuchs to sweep the floor, that palace needs maids to be cleaned, and the imperial dining room needs eunuchs to light the fire and so on.

I've done it many times, but it's still annoying.

Now that I have rested, I realize that I am already hungry.

Put on the clothes, sit in front of the mirror, and use Qingdai to draw eyebrows. Usually, I can finish it with one stroke. Today, no matter how I paint, I can't paint well. I was so angry that I threw Qingdai on the ground.