The general is in charge of the routine again

Yang Jianxin took Wen Mu up to the roof, and it happened that the sun had just risen.

The early autumn morning brought some chills, even though Yang Jianxin put on a piece of clothing for him, he couldn't bear the autumn wind blowing in along the collar and sleeves.

Wen Mu scratched his face with only a few fingers that were bandaged, but he couldn't relieve the itching, so he could only ask Yang Jianxin for help.

"Yang Jianxin, hurry up and scratch my face, it's so itchy." While speaking, Wen Mu tilted his head and tried to rub his face against his sleeve.

Seeing this, Yang Jianxin pinched his chin and turned his face to himself. There was a small red bump on his face, which was bitten by some kind of bug.

Yang Jianxin rubbed the belly of his thumb, and the itching disappeared instantly.

Wen Mu said pleasantly: "Your cocoon is still of some use if you don't get rid of it."

Yang Jianxin knocked on his forehead and tightened his clothes: "Hurry up and watch the sunrise, otherwise you will have to get up early tomorrow."

As soon as he heard it, he immediately sat upright. The sun had only risen for a while, and the sky was dyed red, a color like fire, which was extraordinarily beautiful.

The sun came out very quickly, and everything came out in the blink of an eye.

That flash of bright red light shone on Yang Jianxin's face, with a moment of tenderness, even the resolute outline softened.

"You're pretty pretty." Wen Mu said with a smile.

Yang Jianxin turned his head to look at him, Wen Mu smiled a little naively, completely gone from the perfunctory smile when they first met.

Stretching out his hand to smooth Shun Wenmu's hair, it was soft and slightly fragrant, Yang Jianxin said: "Director Wen has a beautiful appearance, a slender figure, and he is also very beautiful."

"Teasing me?" Wen Mu smiled and hit him.

Yang Jianxin held his hand: "Be careful, let's go down."

Saying that, he hugged him by the waist, jumped off the roof, and the two of them entered the house.

Xiao Huazi had already prepared the meals and stepped aside.

Yang Jianxin started to make food for Wen Mu, the two sat down, and started feeding the food spoon by spoon.

Wen Mu eats in a regular manner and eats very slowly.

Therefore, when Yang Jianxin feeds, he only digs out half a spoonful, and only feeds the next mouthful after he finishes chewing.

After eating, Wen Mu took out the hand ointment again. Although he was very reluctant to use it, it was okay if it was given to Yang Jianxin.

With only a few fingers exposed, Wen Mu dug a piece and began to wipe it.

When it reached the palm of his hand, Wen Mu poked his palm, it was thick, hard, and not elastic at all.

Wen Mu came to play with his heart, and started to poke a few fingers, thinking in his heart, it's funny to be hard.

Yang Jianxin looked down at him, with the corners of his mouth raised, he withdrew his hand suddenly, and held Wen Mu's fingers in his hand.

Wen Mu looked up at him suspiciously, as if asking him: Why did you grab my hand?

Yang Jianxin smiled, and poked his forehead with his index finger, Wen Mu fell from behind, blinking and looking at the curtain.

Xiao Huazi brought the medicine, saw the interaction between the two, and quietly backed out.

Yang Jianxin took the medicine and applied it carefully. The wound did not suppurate, and he was recovering well. As long as he insisted on changing the medicine every day, and kept away from water and spicy food, he would be almost healed within a month.

In the afternoon, Cheng Liqiao sent someone to find Yang Jianxin. This was the first time Yang Jianxin left him since he was injured, not to mention boring.

Lie on the bed and tried to read the script, but couldn't turn the pages.

Yang Jianxin and Cheng Liqiao galloped around on horseback outside the city, and they found a comfortable place to sit down.

After confirming that no one followed, Cheng Liqiao asked, "How does Wen Mu treat you?"

"Of course it's good." When Yang Jianxin mentioned that Wen Mu's face was radiant, the corners of his mouth could not help but rise, "I have done many things that offended him, but he has never been angry."

Cheng Liqiao was a little surprised, because everyone knew that Wen Mu was a small-minded person, and he took care of those who offended him.

That's why when Shi Shiming, the champion of the new division, offended Wen Mu, he was the first one that the emperor thought of when he was retaliated against.

"That's good, he can block the sword for you and he can see that he treats you sincerely."

Cheng Liqiao sighed, "I'm just afraid that it will be dangerous for you to be with him. Wen Mu has made many enemies. Basically, half of the imperial court is against him. If you have a close relationship with him, those people will definitely attack you. I'm afraid Then you won't even have a way out."

"I know what the general means." Yang Jianxin said, "Yang Jianxin has been in the army for five years. He has seen through life and death. He has thought about making achievements, becoming famous, and finding a beautiful husband. The beautiful and charming husband has not yet succeeded. What can a husband ask for if he has a blue face?"

He said, "The way of heaven is ruthless, and people are also sentient. How many things can you do in your lifetime? If you miss it, you will regret it for the rest of your life. Yang Jianxin is not afraid of life or death, but only afraid of Wen Muzhi's departure. It doesn't matter if Muzhi doesn't accept me, Yang Jianxin won't miss the second person any more."

Cheng Liqiao sighed, patted him on the shoulder, stood up and said, "I don't want you to be involved in that battle for succession, but what happens to you and Wen Mu in the future, just come to me, I will definitely help you help."

Yang Jianxin also stood up, feeling a little touched in his heart, he bowed and said: "Jianxin thank you, General."

Cheng Liqiao led the horse back, feeling a little sad in his heart, lamenting that he hadn't been reduced to this level a month ago, how could he be different from the people he cultivated in just one month?

After returning to the Wen Mansion, Yang Jianxin had just stepped into the gate, and the nurse hurriedly said: "General Yang, you are back."

Yang Jianxin said: "What's wrong?"

Nursing courtyard: "Your Excellency seems to be in a bad mood, so he called all the servants in the mansion to lecture him."

"What does this have to do with me." Yang Jianxin was a little displeased, it was normal for Wen Mu to train others, how could it be the turn of a nursing home to sue Wen Mu!

The nursing home had a bitter face: "Of course it has something to do with you. You were not here all afternoon. My lord thinks you're thinking too hard and can't wait for you. Naturally, I will vent my anger on us servants. You can go and say something nice for us. Let us go." us."

Yang Jianxin paused, looking at the nursing home, Wen Mu thought I was the one who bullied the slaves?

He seemed to be a little unbelievable, and the nursing home saw it, and immediately said: "Since you left, the adult read the book for a while, suddenly got angry, tore up the book, and then thought the tea was hot and the water was cold, and beat Eunuch Hua , and because of the fallen leaves in autumn, the yard is not clean, so we servants were called to give lectures in the yard.”

Yang Jianxin continued to walk, thinking to himself: How normal is it, if Wen Mu is vicious, can he be the number one courtier of Wei?

He went to the yard, Wen Mu was lazily sitting on a chair, lecturing in the yard, a group of young eunuchs kept their heads down and didn't dare to say a word.

Seeing his appearance, Yang Jianxin smiled and said, "What's wrong with Mu Zhi, you lost your temper so much?"

Hearing Yang Jianxin's words, Wen Mu frowned, and there was a smile in his eyes. His eyes seemed to be shining, and he was very happy to see him.

"How did you come back?" Wen Mu got up from the chair, his steps were a little brisk, and he was in front of Yang Jianxin in the blink of an eye, "I thought you wouldn't come back tonight."

Yang Jianxin recalled what the nursing home had said, and raised his eyebrows. Was it really because he was not here, so he was irritable?

"How could it be?" Yang Jianxin took his hand, pointed at the servant and said, "Did you get angry? Are you thirsty?"

Wen Mu nodded: "I'm really thirsty."

"I'll pour you a glass." After saying that, Yang Jianxin pulled Wen Mu into the house, and when he was about to enter the house, he said, "Let's go, don't stick around in the yard."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, Wen Mu was fine, and followed Yang Jianxin into the house.

Jia Bo smiled and waved his hands: "General Yang has already spoken, are you still waiting for training?"

The crowd dispersed in an instant, admiring General Yang for being able to control the temper of the adults!

The room was a little dark, Yang Jianxin turned on the lamp, Wen Mu leaned on the couch, staring at Yang Jianxin intently, for some reason, he was in a much better mood than in the afternoon, and his whole body felt smooth.

He poured a cup of tea for Wen Mu, and after drinking it, the tea was moderately hot and cold, much better than Xiao Huazi's hot tea.

If Xiao Huazi knew Wen Mu's psychology, he couldn't help but want to say, I was the one who made the tea that General Yang poured for you.

Sure enough, Yang Jianxin took a look. There was a crumpled storybook on the floor. He picked it up and looked at it. It was a story about a scholar and a fox demon that came out a few years ago. He remembered that Wen Mu liked this book quite a lot, but he didn't expect that it would be a book today. Get angry with it.

He picked up the storybook, laid it flat on the top of the bookshelf, where Wen Mu couldn't reach it.

After Wen Mu finished his tea, he looked at Yang Jianxin who was busy cleaning up and asked, "What business does General Cheng want with you today?"

"It's nothing." Yang Jianxin said, "I just said some homely things."

"Can we talk about everyday things all afternoon?" Wen Mu frowned and looked at him.

Yang Jianxin: "After racing for a while, I went to the outskirts of Beijing, and it took me some time to come back."

Wen Mu stopped talking, and wrinkled her small face a little unhappy.

At night, Yang Jianxin lit a spoonful of insect repelling incense, which carried a faint peach blossom fragrance.

When they were at Jianmenguan, some insects came into the camp at night, and the bite was very painful, so the military doctor studied an insect repellent incense, and after lighting it, the corpses of insects appeared on the ground the next day, and they did not bite them again.

This morning, he saw a red pimple on Wen Mu's face, which was still itchy. It must have been bitten by some unknown bug, so he ordered a spoonful for him when he was resting at night.

Wen Mu opened the curtain and waited for Yang Jianxin, seeing him put out the candle, he moved aside obediently, after a while Yang Jianxin took off his boots and went to bed.

After a while, the voices beside him calmed down. Wen Mu opened his big eyes and looked at the side, and said in a low voice, "Yang Jianxin, my hand hurts."

In the dark night, Yang Jianxin could not restrain a smile, turned over to face him, took his two hands, and began to blow: "Does it hurt?"

Wen Mu blinked and blinked: "...it hurts."

Yang Jian changed his mind, put his exposed finger into his mouth, lightly bit his finger and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Wen Mu looked at Yang Jianxin who could only see the outline, his heart was beating extremely fast, as if his heart was about to pop out of his mouth in the next moment.

Yang Jianxin waited for a while, but didn't wait for him to say anything, thinking that his actions had frightened him, and was about to apologize, when a very small voice came with a hoarse voice: "...it hurts."

Yang Jianxin's heart was teased, and the hand holding him was slowly tightened. There was a momentary urge to speak frankly, but when he was about to speak, he held it back and swallowed it back.

He warned himself that now was not the time to confess, and he could not scare him away.

Now Wen Mu has gradually walked into his emotional trap again, and now he is one step away from falling into it. We can't startle the snake at this kind of threshold, otherwise it will be difficult to catch this kind of kitten.

Yang Jianxin stuck out his tongue and touched his finger, saying: "It hurts to bite it, but it doesn't hurt to lick it."

A strange feeling flowed from the fingertips, Wen Mu subconsciously withdrew his hand, and held it with both hands, feeling a little impatient and impatient.

He frowned slightly, looking at the finger that Yang Jianxin had added in the dark, lost in thought, his whole body was itchy, scratching didn't have much effect, it was very itchy anyway, as if the itch was in his bones.

Yang Jianxin didn't dare to act rashly. He felt that he had done too many outrageous things today, so he couldn't do them anymore.

Neither of them spoke, after a while, the breathing was steady, and Wen Mu fell asleep.

Yang Jianxin sighed, took Wen Mu's hand and held it in his hand, and used the other hand to calm the restless emotions.

When he got close, Yang Jianxin couldn't take it anymore, and kissed Wen Mu's lips.

Wen Mu was a little impatient, moving and humming wildly.

Yang Jianxin let go of his lips, felt his breathing, and his restless mood was calmed down.

When will this kind of self-reliance end?

The next day, when Wen Mu woke up, his clothes had been replaced, and Yang Jianxin was washing clothes in the yard.

The crisp birdsong symbolizes that today's weather is an excellent one.

Wen Mu put on shoes and clothes and went out in a loose style. Every time Yang Jianxin moved the muscles on his back reflected the clothes, looking very generous.

"Have you started washing clothes so early today?" Wen Mudao, "Let the servants do the laundry. You don't have to do it. How can the general do it and let the servants see it?"

Wen Mu and Yang Jianxin have said many times that it is better to let the servants do these tasks.

But Yang Jianxin felt that Wenmu's things were touched by others, and he always felt uncomfortable as if his personal things had been touched by others. Therefore, as long as it was Wenmu's things, he would do it himself, and he would not give it to others.

Yang Jianxin took a small stool of the same height as a fire bench and put it beside him: "Come on, sit down."

Wen Mu is very obedient in front of Yang Jianxin, I don't know when it started, as long as Yang Jianxin said it, he would obediently listen to it.

This time is no exception.

Wen Mu sat down, leaned on Yang Jianxin's shoulder and said, "The sun is so poisonous again today."

"The weather won't be so hot after the next autumn rain." Seeing that he didn't scratch his face, Yang Jianxin asked, "Is there any itching on your face today?"

Wen Mu shook his head: "No more, did the incense you lit last night work?"

"Yeah." Yang Jianxin said, "Leave a few boxes for you, and order a spoonful when there are bugs, and the bugs will never survive to bite you."