The general is in charge of the routine again

Wen Mu didn't speak, she lowered her head to look at her feet, but accidentally saw her stomach.

The belly was hidden in the clothes, and I couldn't see it clearly. I didn't know what I was thinking, but suddenly I stretched out my hand and pinched it - a big lump of flesh!

Wen Mu: "!!"

Looking at Yang Jianxin in shock, he said, "I'm getting fat!"

"What a normal thing." Yang Jianxin glanced at it, seeing that Wen Mu pinched it himself, he also wanted to pinch it.

Wen Mu pinched back and forth, left and right, and there was a big lump of meat!

He kept pinching without giving up, wondering how he didn't know when he gained so much flesh.

It's fine if you don't have a strong body, why did you become a fat man?

Regret it!You shouldn't eat so much and still go to Yingmao.

At least you can move around after you die, so you won't gain weight.

Yang Jianxin saw that he kept pinching the flesh, felt sorry for that piece of flesh, wiped his hands on his trousers, grabbed the two hands with one hand, and rubbed his stomach with the other hand.

"Does it hurt if you pinch it all the time?" Yang Jianxin's eyes lit up as soon as he touched it.

Soft and elastic when kneaded.

Wen Mu frowned and asked, "Is it fat?"

Yang Jianxin nodded, and immediately received a lazy look from Wen Mu.

When meeting his eyes, Yang Jianxin suddenly saw displeasure in his eyes, and immediately changed his words: "You are not fat, you are so thin, you should eat more. I will make you pig's trotter soup at noon."

Wen Mu withdrew his gaze, patted him on the shoulder, and smiled sinisterly: "It's because you have some brains and quick reactions, otherwise you'll just wait to collect your own body."

Yang Jianxin smiled foolishly, and said: "You are not willing to let me die."

Wen Mu raised his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he leaned lightly on his shoulder, a coolness passed from his body to himself, it was so cool!

"Yang Jianxin, have you celebrated the Qixi Festival?" Wen Mu asked suddenly, only opened his eyes a little, and squinted at him.

Yang Jianxin was startled when he heard the words, turned his head to look at Wen Mu, and shook his head: "I don't even have someone I like, how can I celebrate the Qixi Festival?"

Wen Mu frowned, feeling displeased again, with a sore heart, got up and went back to the house.

Yang Jianxin: "??"

He wiped his hands, got up and entered the room. Wen Mu was standing on his toes to reach the tallest book on the shelf, but his height was limited, and he didn't want to move a stool to reach it. If he couldn't reach it after a while, he would become irritable .

When Yang Jianxin looked at it, he was a little helpless. He stepped forward and grabbed Wen Mu's waist with both hands. As soon as he lifted it, Wen Mu jumped up, and he could see a layer of dust on the top of the bookshelf.

Wen Mu was afraid, grabbed his hand and said, "What are you doing? Put me down quickly."

Yang Jianxin looked up at him, and found that he hadn't picked up the book, so he urged: "You take the book down, and I'll let you down."

The top shelf of the bookshelf was dusty, and it looked like it hadn't been cleaned for a while.

Wen Mu raised his hand and took the book he wanted to read, and patted Yang Jianxin with the book: "I got it, let me down quickly."

Yang Jianxin put him down, Wen Mu staggered and stood firm.

Yang Jianxin said: "How can you be angry when you are angry?"

Wen Mu didn't want to answer his question, so she sat on the teacher's chair with a book and went to read.

Yang Jianxin got bored and turned around to wash all the unfinished clothes.

In the army, they all wash their own clothes, and they are used to it. Washing clothes is like fighting a war. They wash very quickly, and a pile of clothes is washed clean in a short while.

When he walked in, Wen Mu had already fallen asleep on the grand master's chair, his mouth was slightly open, he didn't know what he was dreaming about, his brows were furrowed, and he looked extremely reluctant.

Yang Jianxin took one of his long gowns and put it on Wen Mu's body, thinking about whether to hug him to the bed so that he could rest comfortably, but he was afraid that he would wake him up again if he hugged him, and he might lose his temper when he woke up.

Jia Bo smiled and took the ledger into Wenmu's yard. As soon as he entered, he saw Yang Jianxin squatting aside to loosen the soil for the flowers. The flowers were quite beautiful, swaying in the wind, so happy.

"General Yang." Jia Bo bowed to Yang Jianxin and said, "Can you rest, my lord?"

Yang Jianxin put down the small rake in his hand, patted the soil on his hand and said, "I just took a rest, is Jia Bo busy?"

"It's nothing serious." Jia Bo handed over the account book in his hand, "I just want to show my lord the bills of the past two months."

Yang Jianxin nodded: "If there is nothing too important, put it on the table in the room and wait for him to wake up to read."

Jia Bo responded, entered the room, put the ledger on the table, and left.

Seeing that Jia Bo was about to leave, he suddenly thought of something and hurriedly called out, and Jia Bo returned to him respectfully.

"How many days will Beijing and China celebrate Qixi Festival?"

"Yes," Jaber said.

Yang Jianxin: "Does Mo Zhi go every time?"

"Your Excellency will go there occasionally." Jia Bo said, "The Qixi Festival in Beijing is very grand. The whole street has been decorated for the past few days. On the night of Qixi Festival, there will be flower boats, lantern riddles, and all kinds of vendors. It is very lively."

Yang Jianxin let out a thoughtful "Oh", although he remembered something, he said: "Will the happy people play together that day?"

Jia Bo nodded: "Naturally, girls will embroider purses, put red beans on them, and give them to the person they like on that day."

Yang Jianxin nodded and waved his hands, indicating that Jia Bo could go.

After a while, Yang Jianxin summoned Xiao Huazi and asked him to buy embroidery thread and the already drawn base map.

But after a while, Xiao Huazi came back, Wen Mu had already woken up, lazily practicing martial arts with Yang Jianxin in the yard.

Yang Jianxin only taught him a few moves to strengthen his body, and practicing them usually is good for his health.

Xiao Huazi got Yang Jianxin's order, if he came back and saw Wen Mu woke up, he would take it first, and he couldn't let Wen Mu know, if he didn't wake up, he would bring it to him.

Yang Jianxin saw Xiao Huazi as soon as he entered the courtyard door.He thought about going to Xiao Huazi to get it back when Wen Mu fell asleep at night.

After lunch, doctor Wang Qing came over to help Wen Mu remove the stitches.

The abdominal injury could have been removed long ago, but the imperial doctor never came after Wen Mu stitched it up. Wang Qingyi came once, but he was threatened by Yang Jianxin, so he has been delayed until now.

Wen Mu didn't know if it would hurt to remove the stitches, but when he thought about it, the stitches had to be pulled out from the flesh, and it still hurt to prick his hand with a needle, let alone pull the threads out of the flesh bit by bit. .

Wen Mu was terribly afraid, but he wouldn't show it, he just frowned and looked at the doctor motionlessly.

Yang Jianxin knew that removing the stitches wouldn't hurt, even if it hurt, it wouldn't hurt too much.

But when he saw Wen Mu frowning all the time, he knew that he was terribly afraid. When he was afraid, he would feel uneasy because of nervousness when removing the stitches, and there would definitely be pain when he collapsed.

He couldn't bear to make Wen Mu suffer, so he could only ask, "Doctor, can you give him some Mabosan?"

Wang Qingyi: "?"

Wang Qingyi: "Who would drink Mafeisan after taking out the stitches? It's not a fatal thing, and it doesn't hurt. Drinking Mafeisan and sleeping all night for nothing?"

Yang Jianxin: "..."

Wen Mu said, "Doesn't it hurt to remove the stitches?"

I don't know who to ask this question, and my eyes lingered on Yang Jianxin and Wang Qingyi while speaking.

Wang Qingyi was busy disinfecting the scissors, without even raising his head, he shook his head and said, "Of course it doesn't hurt. I saw that the sutures of the wound are a little tight, and when the stitches are removed, there will be a little discomfort and some pain." , but not as painful as a bite."

Wen Mu looked at Yang Jianxin, who also shook his head.

He was slightly relieved.

As the doctor said, there was only a slight pain. After the stitches were removed, the doctor disinfected his abdomen, and then went to see the injuries on his hands.

Yang Jianxin took good care of him, and the wound on his hand recovered very well, at least the wound did not burst or fester.

Wang Qingyi nodded in satisfaction and said: "The stitches will be removed in five days, and the wound can be properly relaxed when it is down."

Yang Jianxin wrote down the doctor's words one by one, and after Wang Qingyi changed the medicine, he sent Wang Qingyi out of the house.

After returning, Yang Jianxin lifted Wen Mu's robe, the wound had healed, there was no need to wrap it in gauze anymore, the pink and tender new flesh was turned out, with a scar on it.

He doesn't like Wen Mu's wounds, which will make him feel sorry for Wen Mu.

Wen Mu seemed to feel Yang Jianxin's emotions, his eyes were gentle, if Yang Jianxin looked up, he could see it.

With a smile in the corner of his eyes and a warm current flowing in his heart, he stretched out his hand to touch Yang Jianxin's head and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore, don't worry."

Yang Jianxin touched the scar, his eyes were dark and distressed.

"I hurt." Yang Jianxin raised his head, only then did Wen Mu see clearly that his eyes were red, and there was a teardrop hanging in his eye socket. He pointed to his heart and said, "It hurts here."

Wen Mu paused, his eyes flickered twice, his heart was beating desperately, as if he was about to break out of his body and run into Yang Jianxin's heart.

He suppressed the inexplicable throbbing, and out of nowhere, he reached out his hand to wipe away Yang Jianxin's tears, and put it in his mouth. It was salty, and he seemed to feel Yang Jianxin's distress.

Yang Jianxin looked at him in surprise, his cheeks blushed silently along his neck.

He wondered how Wen Mu could be so good at teasing, and his mind fluttered and he sank even more.

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