The general is in charge of the routine again

Gao Xi knew that Zhan Jingpeng was a master of martial arts, since he was able to escape with the Ninth Prince, he should be alive.

It is very likely that he was seriously injured, and hid in a place where he could not be found to recuperate while hiding from hunting.

Gao Xin thought about it all night and made a decision the next day.

Yang Jianxin also didn't fall asleep all night, thinking about standing in shock, determined to look for him, but also warm and admiring.

Friendship and love cannot have both, here we can only give up one side.

He didn't sleep all night, and Wen Mu didn't fall asleep in the first half of the night. He barely fell asleep when he hugged him hard.

Yang Jianxin just changed Wen Mu's medicine and put on his clothes.Gao Xin came with two dark circles under his eyes.

He said: "Hei Xin, I want to go to Zhan, I really can't let go of my brother for so many years."

"The general agrees?"

Gao Xin shook his head: "I haven't told the general yet, even if the general doesn't let me go, I will go secretly."

Yang Jianxin nodded and patted him on the shoulder, Gao Sali saw what he was thinking, and said, "You stay here to protect Master Wen and the general. After I find Zhan Yijiao, I will tell him that you actually want to come to him too. "

Yang Jianxin punched him in the chest: "Be careful on the road, take all the medicines with you, remember to refill if you don't have enough, don't take chances that this medicine won't be used, that medicine won't be used, it will always be foolproof."

Gao Sali nodded, and smiled: "I know that these years on the battlefield are not for nothing, can you forget this common sense?"

Yang Jianxin gave some more instructions, Gao Xin couldn't take it anymore, and ran away in a hurry.

The injuries of the four hidden guards were almost healed, and they had already returned to their posts.

Today's weather is cool and windy, the sun is covered by clouds, it's a bit overcast, it looks like it will rain soon.

Yang Jianxin supported Wen Mu to sit on the rocking chair in the yard, covered him with a blanket, and was in a daze alone.

Wen Mu squinted his eyes halfway, and glanced at him, his eyes were blue, the stubble under his chin was sticking out, he looked a bit vicissitudes, this is not like Yang Jianxin.

A gust of wind blew by, and Wen Mu snorted. Although it was only a small sound, Yang Jianxin heard it immediately, and hurriedly checked him and said, "What's wrong? The wound hurts again?"

Wen Mu frowned slightly, looking at her with a stern look, more serious than usual.

This frightened Yang Jianxin, wrapped him in a blanket, picked him up, and hurried to the house, shouting as he walked, "Jab! Jiabo! Go get the doctor!"

Jia Bo was also very frightened when he saw it, and he didn't dare to stop for a moment, so he ran to call for a doctor.

It was the same doctor who treated Wen Mu last time, named Wang Qingyi.

Sign Wen Mu's pulse is sonorous and strong, definitely not a seriously injured patient, although he is still a little weak, and his body is not recovering quickly, but it is not at the point of dying at all.

Wang Qing let go of Wen Mu's veins, stroked his beard and said, "It's nothing serious. I'm a little angry and weak. I need to replenish my body. I'll be fine after a few days."

Yang Jianxin looked at the weak and tender, and asked worriedly: "Doctor, is he really all right? I don't think he looks good, do you want to stop showing him?"

This is doubting his medical skills!

Wang Qingyi was a little annoyed, but he turned around and thought that this person was not a good one to mess with. He almost broke his skull because of the person on the bed before, so he asked him to do it himself.

He went forward to diagnose Wen Mu again, and it was indeed fine, very good.In addition to Qi and blood deficiency, physical weakness, and excessive fire, what is really healthy can no longer be healthy.

But he looked at Yang Jianxin and didn't want him to say good things about the person on the bed.

Forced by his majesty, he could only say against his conscience: "Uh—the wound is not recovering very well, and the stitches can only be removed in a few days. Don't eat spicy food and other taboos in these few days. After three days, the old man Come back and remove the stitches for adults."

Yang Jianxin frowned, sent Wang Qingyi away, sat on the side of the bed and looked at Wen Mu and said, "I took care of you so carefully, why did something bad happen to the wound?"

Naturally, Wen Mu's wound didn't hurt, but he looked worried and helpless, and felt uncomfortable. In his eyes, Yang Jianxin was a confident warrior who was not afraid of life and death when he went to battle to kill the enemy.

She shouldn't have become so helpless in this matter.

Wen Mu pursed her mouth slightly, frowned and said, "The wound hurts."

Yang Jianxin doesn't have anything else to think about right now, he only knows that Wen Mu's injury is not healing quickly, and he doesn't know which step went wrong, which made Wen Mu's wound not heal.

Hearing Wen Mu's cry of pain, he immediately stepped forward to undo the obscene clothes, the wound on the abdomen did not bleed, and turned out with a little fresh flesh.

It seemed that it was recovering well, and the thread could be removed, but Wen Mu suddenly felt pain again.

He asked Xiao Huazi to pour hot water, and the cold water was not mixed at all.

He remembered that Wen Mu's wound might have caught the wind, and it hurt because of the cold.

Yang Jianxin knocked on the head, and said regretfully: "I really shouldn't have let you go out so early. You are weak and your wounds heal slowly. When you see the wind and get cold, your wounds will definitely hurt. I should have thought of it earlier."

Wen Mu grabbed his hand that hit her head: "No, it has nothing to do with you."

Wen Mu still wanted to explain something, but shut up again, forget it, it's better than he kept thinking about Zhan Jingpeng.

Yang Jianxin was still regretting that he had let Wen Mu catch the cold, thinking that this time he must not let him catch the wind again.

Putting the towel into the basin, he stretched out his hand under the hot water.

Wen Mu took a look, the water was so hot, Yang Jianxin stretched it in, why not scald a layer of skin?

Before he had time to think about it in the future, he hurriedly got up and went into the sink to grab his hand. The water was just out of the pot, and there was no cold water mixed in.

Yang Jian's heart is rough and fleshy. He lived in the windy and sandy deserted place like Jianmen Pass for an older age, and his hands have long been thicker than others.

Wen Mu ate, drank, and was served all year round, but Yang Jianxin's rough hands couldn't compare to Yang Jianxin's rough hands. As soon as he reached into the water, he immediately yelled hotly. blister.

Wen Mu's eyes were wet from the pain.

Yang Jianxin didn't expect Wen Mu to grab his hand. Seeing his hand stretched in, she hurried to take his hand, but it was too late.

Picking up Wen Mu's hand and looking at it, it's blistered, the whole hand is red, even the round fingers are bright red, looking at him is terribly distressed.

"What are you doing suddenly sticking into the water!" Yang Jianxin took Wen Mu's hand and blew a few times, and hurriedly called Xiao Huazi: "Xiao Huazi, quickly bring a basin of cold water!"

Xiao Huazi moved quickly, but after a while, a basin of cold water was brought.

Yang Jianxin hurriedly put his hands in the cold water, and Wen Mu inhaled in pain.

"Such hot water, who knew you stretched it in, I was afraid that you would burn it, so I stretched it in and took your hand." Wen Mu said aggrievedly.

Yang Jianxin was a little helpless: "I have rough skin and thick flesh, so this little hot water will do me much good. Besides, if the water is scalding, I definitely won't reach in to wash your towels."

Wen Mu: "How would I know, it hurts so much~"

Yang Jianxin soaked his hands for a while, then took out the medicine bag he carried with him. Inside was a small yellow bottle with "Badger Oil" written on it.

He lifted the lid, dug out a piece, and gently wiped it on Wen Mu's hands.

It has a cool feeling when it is applied, and the smell is a bit unpleasant, but the effect is not bad. After applying it, the pain of the burned place is not severe.

This ointment is better than the burn medicine in the palace.

Wen Mu looked at the yellow translucent ointment on his hand and asked, "What kind of ointment is this? It's quite useful."

Yang Jianxin wiped it very carefully: "It's the fat from Badger's body, it's very effective in treating burns. Don't put your hand in it for me next time."

Wen Mu nodded, but frowned tightly.

After applying the medicine, Yang Jianxin used a needle to pierce the blisters. Yang Jianxin wrapped his hands with gauze, and they turned into two round, fat pig's feet.

Now he can't even eat rice, so he can only rely on Yang Jianxin to feed him.

When eating at noon, Wen Mu raised his two fat hands, looking at the salted duck on the table with aggrieved eyes, drooling.

"Yang Jianxin, I want to eat salted duck, feed me a bite first." Wen Mu opened his mouth anxiously, waiting for Yang Jianxin to feed him.

Yang Jianxin took a piece of duck leg meat and handed it to his mouth, he ate it in a quick bite, it was crispy and oily, so delicious that he wanted to cry.

"Why do you know how to do everything?" Wen Mu asked curiously while chewing on the meat.

Yang Jianxin gave him another dish with chopsticks: "I didn't cook the salted duck. A few days ago, Gao Xin went to Mingmanlou to have a banquet. The chef there was very good. I told Jiabo, and Jiabo hired him. .”

"Bada" a mouthful of duck leg meat fell on the table, Wen Mu looked at him in disbelief and asked, "How much money is it a month?"

Yang Jianxin picked up the duck leg meat that fell on the table and put it in his own bowl, and fed Wen Mu a clean piece: "It doesn't cost much money, only five taels of silver a month."

"It's not much money!" Wen Mu was so angry that he hit him with his tied chubby hands, so angry that even the duck leg meat he had just fed fell on the table, and said, "Do you know that the court How much is the royal chef's monthly salary!"

Yang Jianxin had never been in the palace before, so naturally he didn't know how much Yuefeng was in the palace, so he could only shake his head.

Wen Mu counted and found that his fingers were all wrapped in the gauze, so he could only raise his hands and said, "Two taels of silver!"

He stretched out his hand in front of Yang Jianxin so that he could see it clearly, "The imperial cook only serves two or two months in January, so you found me a chef who gives five liang of money every month! Did you make gold or silver? Let me eat a meal cooked by Wuliang Chef!"

Yang Jianxin thought about it, and then thought, Wen Mu is quite rich, and it costs 30 taels of silver to buy a piece of clothing, why does this make him feel bad for a chef who is only [-] taels a month?

Is it important to eat or buy clothes?

In Yang Jianxin's heart, there is never a good time to have a casual meal.

So he didn't feel that he was at a loss.

Wen Mu held his shoulders with his hand, shook him and said, "After this meal, quickly send him to the cashier to settle his wages and let him leave."

"No." Yang Jianxin shook his head, "I think this chef did a good job. You are so thin and weak. I don't know how to cook some meals that are good for your health. Besides, I may have to return to the sword after a while. The door is closed, what will you do with food then?"

"I can hire a cheap chef, or I can eat directly in the palace. Anyway, I spend all my meals in the palace."

Yang Jianxin looked at him and didn't speak for a long time. After eating, he helped him to bed and take a nap.

The sky is slightly darker now, and it looks like it might rain tonight.

Yang Jianxin lay on the bed and covered Wen Mu with the quilt. Wen Mu retracted and could vaguely see Yang Jianxin's strong chest.

The scorching breath was on his head, Wen Mu felt his heart beat faster before he knew it, looking at Yang Jianxin's chest, his mouth was a little dry.

He seemed a little dissatisfied, something in his body was clamoring, but he didn't know what it was, he just felt uncomfortable, itchy in the heart, and itchy all over.

Just as his mind was wandering, Yang Jianxin said: "If I leave, what will you do?"

Wen Mubie was a little puzzled when he asked, and poked his head out from under the quilt, his cheeks were flushed and cute.

Wen Mu felt a little upset, and felt a little upset by his words "If I leave".

He wondered what would happen when Yang Jianxin asked him, but he didn't like it when he said go.

In short, my heart is complicated, I don't know what to say, but who is he Wenmu?

He is a treacherous official with great power, and no one has ever made him worthy of nostalgia, putting down his body and begging to stay.

Not to mention just a General Ping who has been with him for only one month.

Wen Mu knew in his heart that he was reluctant to part with Yang Jianxin, and it was 1 people who were reluctant to let Yang Jianxin leave him.He didn't want to admit it, so he said with a stiff mouth: "What can I do, let's live as usual."

After speaking, he felt a little depressed.

He didn't dare to raise his eyes to see Yang Jianxin's expression, he felt a choked breath in his heart, which made him uncomfortable.

Yang Jianxin had always hoped that Wen Mu could say something like "I will ask the emperor to let you stay in the capital" or "I can't bear you and will miss you", but he didn't hear it.

What he heard was a sentence that tore his heart a little. He couldn't believe that Wen Mu, who was with him in January, had no feelings for him.

But he didn't dare to confirm.

If he leaves the capital this time, Wen Mu doesn't have deep feelings for him, so he can't come directly, and can only slowly attack him when he has a chance to come to the capital.

Feelings don't happen overnight, take your time and don't rush.

Otherwise, if it is true, Wen Mu has no affection for him, and I am afraid that he will not even have the chance to meet him in the future.

Yang Jianxin didn't ask any more questions, closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Wen Mu felt uncomfortable and couldn't sleep. After a while, he heard the sound of even breathing above his head, and then poked his head out to look at Yang Jianxin's resolute face.

Yang Jianxin is the kind of masculine man, the kind that both daughters-in-law and young ladies like.

He has lost that since he was 11 years old, and he is not as heroic as Yang Jianxin when he grows up. In his heart, he longs for Yang Jianxin's heroic spirit and despises his incomplete body. Sometimes he feels that he and Yang Jianxin can be together only because of the good things he did in his previous life. Here is Yang Jianxin.

Looking at him, he blushed. Yang Jianxin's lips looked so pretty, and he even had an urge to kiss them to see what it tasted like.

He also felt that this kind of behavior was too intimate, and it really wasn't suitable for him and Yang Jianxin to do it.

But those lips looked very attractive.