The general is in charge of the routine again

Wen Mu looked at Yang Jianxin tearfully, the more Yang Jianxin rubbed against Wen Mu, the more he cried, he could only sigh helplessly and asked, "Did you come to Jianmen Pass this time for something?"

Wen Mu nodded, and said with a crying voice: "The emperor didn't know that I came to Jianmenguan, and I came to Jianmenguan to find you."

Yang Jianxin was startled, and suddenly realized that Wen Mu came to seek peace with him, and wanted to marry him.

As soon as this idea came out, Yang Jianxin seemed to come alive again, excited, and the excitement was mixed with some inexplicable impulses.

Maybe he really has a bad heart on Wen Mu, his first thought is not to ask Wen Mu if he is willing to be with him, but to ask Wen Mu to voluntarily tie him tightly, so that Wen Mu will last forever Never say the word of breaking up so easily like this time again.

Things that are easily obtained will make people not cherish them, and only those that are unforgettable can be cherished for a lifetime.

Yang Jian's mind became alert, since the little thing that ran away fell into the trap again, don't blame him for not letting it go.

Yang Jianxin didn't follow his words to continue asking, but just picked up the bowl and started making food for Wen Mu.

Wen Mu took a look, and immediately picked up another bowl to make rice for Yang Jianxin.

"Don't take this bowl, this bowl is for you to drink soup. One for soup and one for dinner."

Yang Jianxin went to grab it, Wen Mu hid, quickly made a meal, and put it in front of him: "You eat with me."

Originally, Yang Jianxin didn't eat. He only cooked food for one person, not for himself, but when he saw Wen Mu looking at him expectantly, his heart softened, so he could only sit down and eat with Wen Mu.

Wen Mu closed his eyes so deliciously, the smile on the corner of his mouth could not be lowered, and he said excitedly: "You made these, right? It tastes like your handiwork."

Yang Jianxin said "Mmm", and in the middle of the meal, Wen Mu racked his brains to think of several topics, but Yang Jianxin "Mmm, oh, okay" interrupted them.

He ate with his head drooping lazily, like an unwanted little wolf dog.

After eating, seeing Yang Jianxin was about to leave, he hurriedly pulled him back and said, "Wait a minute."

As if afraid that Yang Jianxin would run away halfway, he took two steps and looked back until he was sure that Yang Jianxin would not leave, then hurriedly took out the hand ointment from the package, took his hand, and began to apply it carefully.

"I asked the imperial doctor, soak your hands in hot water for a cup of tea every night, and then apply hand ointment, the cracks will not be so deep."

Wen Mu's fingertips slid across Yang Jianxin's palm, numbly, itchy, with the throbbing in his heart.

Yang Jianxin lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on Wen Mu's round fingers, fair and slender, a pair of young master's hands that had never done heavy work, so beautiful that he wanted Yang Jianxin to put them in his mouth and bite them.

After applying the medicine, Wen Mu quietly looked at him, seeing that Yang Jianxin didn't object to his touch, he said, "Come here every night, and I'll wipe it on for you."

"Thank you Mr. Wen." Yang Jianxin rubbed his hands together and spread the wet hand ointment evenly, "But Yang Jianxin is a reckless man, if he doesn't care about the cracks on his hands, he won't need Mr. Wen's hand ointment."

Wen Mu was dumb, as if he was very angry, his whole face was flushed, he tilted his head to look at him, and suddenly stretched out his hand and said: "Then give me back the ointment on my hand that doesn't fall off."

This time it was Yang Jianxin's turn to be dumb, he didn't expect Wen Mu to make this move at all, and immediately froze in place, watching Wen Mu not knowing what to say.

It took a long time to stand up, pack up the leftovers and leave.

Wen Mu watched him walk away, and sat on the bed sighing. Someone laid out a few more mattresses for him, and it was not so hard to sleep on. There was also a brazier in the room, so it was warm and not cold.

Xiao Wu came in without saying a word, ready to change his dressing.

Wen Mu lay lazily on the bed, casually playing with two purple pearls: "Yang Yang, he went to Lan Qi's tent?"

"Yes." Xiao Wu prescribed the medicine in a regular manner, and helped him make the bed by the way.

Wen Mu frowned in annoyance, and said displeasedly: "You still say it's not a new love! They all slept together!"

Xiao Wu didn't dare to speak, and retreated after taking the medicine, leaving Wen Mu alone, sullen.

Yang Jianxin went to Lan Qi's tent, took out the bedding and spread it on the floor.Put out the candle, lie on the bed and stare at Wen Mu's direction.

As if to eat him through the two tents.

The smile on the corner of his mouth never let go, and he was even so happy that he couldn't help laughing out loud.

Lan Qi was on patrol outside, and he hasn't come back yet, if he was here, if he heard his laughter, he might think that he was possessed by a devil, not Yang Jianxin.

Wen Mu walked in the camp, looked at the groups of patrolling soldiers, nodded in satisfaction, walked around, finally ran into Lan Qi, and called him over.

After Lan Qi ordered, he went over and said with a smile: "Why did Mr. Wen call me?"

Wen Mu was sloppy, and the clothes he was wearing were also loose and loose, and he couldn't fall off half of them, but he didn't show any flesh. He said: "You sleep in Yang Yang's tent tonight."

Lan Qi was about to ask why, but Xiao Yi who was behind him blinked his eyes, and he wisely didn't ask any more questions.It's just that after the patrol, he went to Fang Zhijie's tent, but he didn't dare to sleep in Yang Jianxin's tent.

The sky was dark, and the autumn wind was blowing with yellow sand, which was so gentle that my face ached.

But after only standing for a cup of tea, his face couldn't bear it anymore, not to mention that Yang Jianxin had to endure such wind and sun all these years.

"It's really hard work." Wen Mu said to himself.

Turn around and enter Lan Qi's tent.

When Wen Mu was wandering outside the camp, Yang Jianxin knew it was him. He deliberately slowed down his breathing, closed his eyes, and waited for Wen Mu to do something to prove his guess. Fortunately, Wen Mu really didn't let him disappointment.

With the light of the fire outside, Wen Mu looked at Yang Jianxin obsessively, quietly lifted the quilt, got in, and found a comfortable position to lie down.

Grabbing Yang Jianxin's clothes with his hands, he buried his whole body in Yang Jianxin's arms, took a deep breath, full of the taste of memories, comfortable and at ease.

Unknowingly fell into a deep sleep, Yang Jianxin opened his eyelids, with a smile on his face, he kissed him on the forehead, and whispered: "Little thing, I will teach you a lesson, and then I will let you talk nonsense."

Yang Jianxin tightened the quilt, wrapped him tightly, and fell asleep peacefully.

The next morning, Wen Mu got up early, carefully kissed Yang Jianxin on the lips, stayed for a few seconds and hurried back to Yang Jianxin's tent.

Yang Jianxin looked at the person who sneaked away, turned over happily, put his fingers on his lips, as if reminiscing, and said after a long time: "What an idiot, he can't even kiss."

The rainy season has stopped, and there may be no more rain or snow this autumn and winter.

Jianmenguan stands on the edge of the desert, with a desert in front and a desert in the back, just sandwiching Jianmenguan in the middle, suffering from the severe cold and heat.

Last night, Wen Mu was so cold that he lay in Yang Jianxin's arms without taking off his clothes. Wen Mu wanted to take a bath when it was hot during the day.

But here is different from other places, the amount of water is less, so the army saves water very much. If he really wants to take a bath, it may be difficult.

Yang Jianxin didn't go to deliver breakfast to Wen Mu because he wanted to practice martial arts.

Every day, Cheng Liqiao gathered the entire army, except the soldiers on guard, to the martial arts training ground, and practiced for an hour and a half in the morning.

Wen Mu wore a thin outer shirt and walked to the side of the martial arts training ground, his eyes swept over Yang Jianxin, who was practicing martial arts, and looked at Yang Jianxin with a strong upper body on the training ground, with sweat dripping down his resolute cheeks On the chest, a water mark slipped out, all tempting Wen Mu.

Brave and heroic, strong and powerful.Every movement exudes charm, so Wen Mu couldn't help swallowing.

Looking him up and down unscrupulously, he is really strong, I like it very much.

Looking at it, he himself felt shy, his little face was flushed, and even the tips of his ears were pink, making Yang Jianxin no longer interested in training.

After practicing martial arts, Yang Jianxin glanced at Wen Mu calmly, and looked at him with real interest. He raised his eyebrows, put his sweaty arms on Lan Qi, and raised his mouth, "What's the task today?"

Lan Qi picked up his clothes and wiped his face, then shook his head: "No, I haven't heard the general mention it."

Yang Jianxin nodded, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wen Mu, like a puffer fish with fried fur, bulging and fiercely pushing against him.

Yang Jianxin deliberately got closer to Lan Qi, Wen Mu immediately exploded, stamped his feet on the spot angrily, but didn't rush forward to ask anything.

At noon, Yang Jianxin didn't deliver food to him, he had prepared to be delivered by Huotoujun's brothers.

Lan Qi took a bite of the dish, and asked a little puzzled: "Why did Brother Yang remember to eat with me today?"

"I'm usually just like you."

"It's not the same." Lan Qi shook his head, "Usually you eat in the tent with General Zhan and General Gao, so you won't sit under the shade of a tree and eat like us."

Yang Jianxin was about to refute, when he caught sight of Wen Mu approaching aggressively from the corner of his eyes, he immediately grabbed Lan Qi's head with the crook of his arm, pulled himself on his body and laughed, "Fart, you didn't come to rub my dinner with your eldest grandson and second grandson that time!" ?”

Lan Qi struggled a few times, he was not his opponent at all, so he could only compromise, his head was stuck on Yang Jianxin's arm, he was a little embarrassed: "Then, it was my eldest grandson and second grandson who dragged me there, it has nothing to do with me."

Yang Jianxin smacked him on the head: "Is the eldest grandson and the second grandson coming back soon?"

Lan Qi tugged at his arm, nodded with difficulty: "I guess there are still two days to go."

Just as Yang Jianxin was about to speak, a small stone flew towards him, and he grabbed it. Looking at the person who threw the stone, the smile on the corner of his mouth was slowly suppressed, and his palm felt a little painful.

Because he saw Wen Muhong staring at him stubbornly, clasping his hands tightly, as if he was going to hit him, but after only looking at him for a while, he staggered away.

Yang Jian felt distressed, wanted to catch up, but suppressed himself again, the impulsiveness of the last time made you fall short, do you want to do it again this time?

If you want someone to be devoted to you for the rest of your life, the last step is to play hard to get.

In the future, I just need to love him more and make up for this time.

In the evening, Yang Jianxin personally delivered the meals.

The entire tent was pitch black, he lit the candle, and in an instant an object flew towards him, Yang Jianxin reacted quickly and grabbed it, it was a teacup.

Yang Jianxin put the teacup on the table, and it was a little funny to see the stubborn man huddled under the quilt and not looking at him.

"The meal is on the table, remember to get up and eat when you're hungry." After finishing speaking, Yang Jianxin deliberately took two heavy steps, and sure enough, Wen Mu came out of the quilt in the next second and threw the pillow over.

After Yang Jianxin caught the pillow, the person sitting on the bed was already in tears, so he avoided his eyes and wiped his tears alone.

Silently, I just hid in the quilt and wept alone.

Yang Jianxin stared at him blankly, with a rusty taste in his mouth. Because of his extreme restraint, he accidentally bit his tongue, but in the end he was defeated. Resigned to his fate, he walked over to hug Wen Mu, and coaxed: "Don't cry , don’t cry, be careful that your eyes will be swollen and you won’t be able to open them tomorrow.”

"Woo~~" Wen Mu lay on Yang Jianxin's shoulder, weeping softly, at this moment, Yang Jianxin felt that Wen Mu had so many tears.

Wen Mu cried for a while, curled up in Yang Jianxin's arms and fell asleep.

Yang Jianxin patted lightly, and sighed silently, he could not be moved by Wen Mu.

Wen Mu seemed very afraid that he would leave, as soon as he moved, Wen Mu would whimper and start crying again, and hugged him hard and wouldn't let go.

Yang Jianxin had no choice but to lie down with his clothes on, covered Wen Mu carefully with the quilt, and fell asleep with his arms around her.

Sure enough, according to Wen Mu's physique, the wind and cold went smoothly on the second day.

The whole pair of eyes were so swollen that they couldn't even open them, and they were so hot that they couldn't do anything, and they muttered to drink honey water.

Yang Jianxin hastily called the military doctor.

The military doctor is a middle-aged man in his forties. He has been in the army for more than ten years. He can treat all kinds of wounds and minor ailments.

When he came in, he gave Wen Mu a pulse, and asked, "Have you been injured recently?"

Yang Jianxin thought for a while, then shook his head.

The military doctor asked again, "Have you been injured in the past six months?"

Yang Jianxin nodded: "The wound just recovered a month ago."

Then he took Wen Mu's hand and showed it to the military doctor.

The military doctor understood: "The anger is overwhelming, the wound is not well taken care of, and he is infected with a cold. I will prescribe some medicine for him first, and give him a drink first. It is true that the situation is a little relieved, so he can rest up."

Yang Jianxin clicked one by one a few times, and asked Xiaoyi to follow the military doctor to get the medicinal materials for Wen Mu to boil.

Yang Jianxin twisted a towel, put it on Wen Mu's forehead, back and forth several times, looked at the pale and bloodless person, and sighed: "This life is considered to be in your hands."

Wen Mu woke up from hunger. Just as he opened his eyes, there was a loud noise. There were snacks and water on the bedside, and everything was well prepared.

He dragged his heavy head, reached out for the snack, and ate it bite by bite.

It was too dry to swallow, so he picked up the water and took a sip, and after a while, a snack went into his stomach.

The tent was quiet, not even a voice was spoken.Wen Mu dragged his sick body, opened the curtain, and Yang Jianxin, who had stewed chicken soup for him, just came in the distance. He smiled and wanted to go out to find him, but Yang Jianxin stared back.

Wen Mu walked to the table and sat down. Yang Jianxin came in. There was a big pot of soup, which smelled very fragrant. It was a rare sand chicken here. This sand chicken, he should go around and find some supplements for Wen Mu. When the medicinal materials of the body come across.