The general is in charge of the routine again

The gray sky was drizzling, and it turned dark when it hit the blue brick floor.

Wen Mu didn't sleep all night, sitting in front of the window in a daze, grinding her fingers on the purse hanging on her waist, and carrying a bunch of red beans on her wrist.

At first it was just the apex of my heart, gradually it started to hurt in half, and finally my whole heart hurt.

Xiao Huazi set up the meal, looked motionless and tender, sighed and said: "Master, let's eat some food first, your body is important."

Xiao Huazi waited for a while, thinking that Wen Mu would not speak again, and was about to go out, when Wen Mu suddenly murmured: "Did I say something serious to him?"

Xiao Huazi didn't know what happened between Wen Mu and Yang Jianxin, anyway, he heard a faint roar that night, and when he came over, Yang Jianxin had already left lonely.

Everyone in the Wen Mansion can see how well General Yang treats you, so they are very respectful to General Yang on weekdays. They all think that there will be one more person in the master bedroom in the Wen Mansion in the future.

It's very clear, but I didn't expect General Yang to leave, leaving the adults alone, unable to sleep at night, looking outside every day, unable to eat or drink much water, and after only two days of work, Wen Mu became haggard Quite a lot.

Xiao Huazi and Jia Bo both felt sorry for the adults, and they had no choice.

Xiao Huazi didn't speak, just stood there with his head bowed.

I just thought it was Wen Mu who was muttering to himself.

Wen Mu waited for a while, looked sideways at Xiao Huazi who was standing there, and asked again: "Am I usually treating Yang Jianxin badly?"

Xiao Huazi didn't expect that Wen Mu was asking him, panicked, paused for a while and said: "You are very good to General Yang."

"Then why doesn't he want to be my friend?"

Xiao Huazi couldn't answer this question. He had a premonition that if he slandered General Yang, the adults would be even more angry.

Wen Mu couldn't get an answer, so he waved his hand and let him go down.

His eyes fell on Qingdai standing in front of the makeup mirror, the color was really good, but it was a pity that Yang Jianxin was not able to see it a few times.

Picking up Qingdai unconsciously, looking at himself in the bronze mirror, he was extremely haggard, and he really didn't look like his dignified Chief Manager Wen.

Wen Mu drew lightly along his eyebrows, tears fell suddenly, his eyes were astringent, looking at himself in the mirror, he remembered the scene where Yang Jianxin drew his eyebrows for him, he just felt that it was only yesterday, Yang Jianxin's serious appearance made his heart ache slightly beat.

The night sky was full of stars, Wen Mu huddled under the quilt, looking at the red beans on his wrist through a ray of candlelight, in fact, he knew what the man meant by giving the red beans.

He knew everything, but he didn't know what happened on Qixi Festival, so he deliberately pretended not to know what red beans meant.

Now he doesn't know what he was thinking at the time, so he picked it up by accident, and he didn't want to think about it.

At night, Wen Mu didn't sleep very well. He woke up after less than two hours of sleep. He moved around on the bed in a daze, but couldn't find a warm place. He reached out and touched it again, and shouted: "Yang Yang ? Yang Yang?"

After shouting twice, Xiao Huazi said at the door: "What are your orders?"

Wen Mu just woke up now, the place around him was cold, and told him that no one had slept here.

Yang Jianxin is gone, and may never come back for the rest of his life.

Wen Mu only felt that there was a breath stuck in his chest and he couldn't breathe, his eyes were wet again, and he was sitting under the quilt and smelled the smell that belonged to Yang Jianxin.

A little faded, but barely smellable.

Opening his eyes till dawn, all Wen Mu could think about was Yang Jianxin, his eyes were swollen like eggs, his whole body was weak, and he didn't even want to move.

However, Li Yinyan didn't let him go, and sent someone to Wen's residence early in the morning to pass the decree, and let him go to Yingmao.

Hearing the screaming voice outside the door was annoying, he didn't want to stay in the capital anymore, he wanted to find Yang Jianxin.

Go find Yang Jianxin, go find Yang Jianxin...

As soon as this idea came up, Wen Mu's heart was a little moved, and he couldn't wait.

After the people outside left, he calmed down. The two of them broke up. What can they say when they go to him?

with him?He didn't seem to be so repulsive in his heart, but he didn't want to accept it either.

be friends?Yang Jianxin was not happy again.

How to do!

Wen Mu irritably punched her fist, packed up and entered the palace.

He concealed it very well, no different from usual, even Li Yinyan didn't see how sad he was.

Only when Wen Mu goes back every night to find Yang Jianxin's clothes from the box and chest, and smells them in his arms, can he see how sad he is.

For several days, Wen Mu lost weight visibly with the naked eye.

Only then did Li Yinyan see that he was sad.

Li Yinyan slightly raised his eyes and glanced at the dazed person leaning against the pillar, with the corners of his mouth raised, he picked up the tea happily and drank it clean.

Sword Gate.

Yang Jianxin was gloomy all over, training with a blank face, eating with a blank face, and deploying defenses with a blank face, all of which lost his previous vitality.

Cheng Liqiao looked at the man with dark circles, and entered the tent with a sigh.

Since returning to Jianmen Pass, Yang Jianxin has been working day and night, either volunteering to investigate Cang Yi's movement, or going into the desert at night to familiarize himself with the environment, anyway, he never rests for a moment.

The whole person looks so haggard that he doesn't look like a person anymore.

In Jianmenguan in autumn, the weather is very bad. It is very hot during the day, but at night it is so cold that you have to wear cotton clothes.

Yang Jianxin leaned on the sand dune, took a sip of shochu, and the hot wine went down his throat, feeling comfortable, and his whole body became hot as well.

He didn't dare to get drunk, so he could only take a few sips. The autumn wind with gravel cut his face, but his lovesickness only increased.

The most painful thing is not getting drunk, keep him awake all the time, and make him think about Wenmu all the time.

I really want to go back and lock him up, whether he likes me or not.

For a moment, he raised his head and took a big drink, impulsively wanting to ride back to Beijing and lock Wen Mu up.

As soon as the cold wind blew, he came back to his senses, lying down on the sand dunes, muttering to himself: "No, Yang Jianxin can't, if he doesn't want to, then he won't."

Looking at the night sky in the east, the stars are blinking, as if through them, we can see Wenmu who is far away in the capital.

He raised the corners of his mouth, as desolate and desolate as the autumn wind, "Forget it, after this year is over, let's resign and return to our hometown, build a house, plant a few acres of land, and live alone for the rest of our lives."

When the autumn wind blows, the leaves flutter and fall.

Wen Mu was very irritable tonight, throwing all the clothes in the closet on the ground, his eyes turned red, Jia Bo and Xiao Huazi outside the door did not dare to make a sound, they could only shake their heads helplessly.

"No more." Wen Mu grabbed a piece of clothing and sniffed it. There was only the smell of saponin, which made him even more irritable. It smells like Yang Jianxin.

Suddenly he felt empty in his heart, as if he felt that he had nothing left.

He squatted on the ground and picked up Yang Jianxin's clothes one by one, and cried in his arms.

I don't know how long I cried, Yang Jianxin's clothes were soaked in a large area, and Yang Jianxin's smile and tenderness to him were repeated in his mind.

He regretted rejecting him that day, and regretted why he didn't keep a portrait of him at the beginning, so that now he couldn't think about it, and there was no portrait for him to see.

After thinking about this, Wen Mu paused, hurriedly carried the clothes to the desk, unfolded a piece of rice paper, picked up the brush and started drawing.

The candlelight was flickering, and the candle's tears were running dry, Wen Mu stopped writing. Looking carefully, he actually started to draw the scene where he and Yang Jianxin were talking softly under the quilt, and Yang Jianxin was smiling.

He still remembered that at the time he was too shy to hide under the quilt because Yang Jianxin lifted the quilt and got in, and said to him, "Want to play peek-a-boo? I caught you."

Wen Mu looked at Yang Jianxin in the painting. Yang Jianxin was smiling and hugged him tenderly. That scene was really ambiguous.

His heart moved, and his whole body began to feel numb again. He thought about it carefully, it seemed that every time he had this feeling, it was Yang Jianxin who was gentle to him.

Wen Mu touched the painting carefully, and accidentally saw a book on the corner of the table.

He thought for a while, and remembered that Yang Jianxin brought this book, and asked him if he wanted to read the picture book, and when he said no, Yang Jianxin said that it was on his desk, and he would pick it up to read when he felt bored.

Wen Mu put down the painting, picked up the book, flipped through it, and quickly closed the book after just one glance, his cheeks blushed immediately, and after a while his enthusiasm subsided a little, before he said: "This reckless man actually reads this kind of book. "

He calmed down for a while, coughed lightly, then picked up the book and flipped through it.

The more he looked at it, the more he felt ashamed and flustered, he simply covered his face with his sleeves, but his ears were red and dripping blood.

After only looking at a few photos, Wen Mu's whole body felt as if it was on fire, it was extremely uncomfortable, and she really wanted to do something.

He leaned on the chair, his brows and eyes were dyed crimson, he turned aside the portrait, looked at Yang Jianxin's smile, and felt that his lips were dry. He licked his dry lips, pulled his clothes unconsciously, loosened them a little, so that he could Breathe through.

It's very tight, and it's a bit dry at first, and it's hard to get in. Just one finger feels a little uncomfortable until it meets one.

Yang Jianxin kissed his feet and hugged him in his mind.

After a while, I got fun, and the whole person lay comfortably on the chair, as if a barrier disappeared in my heart, and I felt much clearer.

Maybe others can't, but Yang Jianxin can.

Early the next morning, Wen Mu entered the palace, his whole body was in a particularly good spirit, and everyone he saw was smiling.

Li Yinyan was a little overwhelmed with the smile, not knowing what kind of nerve Wen Mu got.

After Li Yinyan drank two cups of tea, a small eunuch came in respectfully and said, "Your Majesty, His Highness Ninth Prince will arrive at the capital in ten miles."

Li Yinyan breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly stood up and said, "Okay, call all the loves to go to the city gate to meet the emperor!"

After finishing speaking, he strode out of the imperial study room.

Wen Mu, who had a smile on his face, put away his smile, and was surprised for a moment. When he saw that the little eunuch who sent the message was about to leave, he stopped, "Have you found His Highness the Ninth Prince?"

The little eunuch said: "Return to the general manager, half a month ago His Royal Highness signed a trade agreement with Hechang Kingdom, and he just arrived in Kyoto today."

Half a month ago?Oh, at that time he was still immersed in the sadness of breaking up with Yang Jianxin.

No wonder he didn't know.

He was worried about the difficulties in implementing the plan, and planned to ask the Eighth Prince for help, but he didn't expect Li Zhen to come back, it was just the right time.

Wen Mu was happy again, and walked lightly to the gate of the city.

After waiting for half an hour, a team came slowly, stopped under the city gate, and one person got off a luxurious carriage.

This man was wearing a suit of armor, and his tall figure was somewhat similar to Yang Jianxin, but far taller than Yang Jianxin.

Wen Mu looked at the man with half-cast eyes, his eyes fell on the seven-foot-long knife at his waist, and the corners of his mouth raised.

After the man got out of the car, he raised his hand to help Li Zhen get off.

Li Zhen leaned on that person, and his thin figure proved that he had suffered a lot in the past month or so.

The man supported Li Zhen, bowed to the emperor standing at the gate of the city, and looked up at the holy face, coldly, as if a little dissatisfied.

This person is Zhan Jingpeng who has a very good relationship with Yang Jianxin.

Li Yinyan helped Li Zhen up, couldn't hide his joy, looked Li Zhen up and down and said: "The emperor suffered a lot, and lost a lot of weight, let the imperial doctor make up for it."

Li Zhen saluted: "I have thanked my father, this time thanks to General Zhan's protection, otherwise I would not be able to come back."

Only then did Li Yinyan look at Zhan Jingpeng who was standing aside, and nodded with satisfaction: "Zhan Jingpeng is the general of the hussars, and he bestows a mansion with ten thousand taels of gold."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for the last general's decree." Zhan Jingpeng thanked, looked at Wen Mu, and nodded slightly.

Wen Mu also nodded, and the two had greeted each other.

The palace was full of toasts, and the vocal music could be heard. Li Yinyan was very satisfied with Li Zhen, and couldn't hide a smile at the corner of his mouth after a day.

He ordered Li Zhen to sit under his seat. The Eldest Prince opposite had an extremely ugly face, but he suppressed his jealousy and smiled, extremely ugly.