The general is in charge of the routine again

The last afterglow of the sky fell, and the raging sandstorm also dissipated.

The "crackling" brazier emitted a warm light, and the person on the bed coughed a few times and opened his eyes with difficulty.Looking around, it was a camp that he was familiar with, but there was no familiar person.

He opened his mouth, his throat was a little dry, and there was still some pain: "Yang Yang."

Wen Mu was startled, swallowed his saliva, his throat hurt, why did his voice become so hoarse?

His head was dizzy, and he could see the brazier spinning.

As soon as Yang Jianxin walked to the door, there was a burst of eager coughing from the tent that had been quiet all this time. The people inside seemed to be coughing out their lungs, coughing desperately.

Yang Jianxin was startled, and hastily opened the door. The person on the bed was flushed, his eyebrows were tightly frowned, and he covered his mouth and coughed uncontrollably.

Seeing him coming, the man raised his eyes that were red from coughing.

With just one glance, Yang Jianxin was attracted by those eyes. Under the dim light of the fire, he looked like a drunken fairy, clear and charming.

Yang Jianxin couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and looked straight at Wen Mu.

His eyes were straightforward and fiery, as if he wanted to tear Wen Mu to pieces, Wen Mu shrank his neck in fright from his eyes, and called him a few times, but there was no response.

Wen Mu panicked and shrank into the bed, not daring to come out.

The moment Wen Mu retracted, Yang Jianxin suddenly came back to his senses, remembering that Wen Mu had a cold and was running a fever, and he wanted to pounce on him like a beast.

He frowned angrily, put the pigeon soup on the table, hesitated for a while, and carefully stretched it into the bed. When he touched Wen Mu, Wen Mu subconsciously avoided it, and felt that his reaction was a little big, obediently Delivered himself to him again.

Yang Jianxin took a deep breath, his fingertips felt hot when he touched Wen Mu, and his earlobes also started to feel hot.

He abandoned those chaotic thoughts, touched Wen Mu's neck, it was very hot, and the cooling down almost an hour ago had no effect.

Yang Jianxin withdrew his hand quickly, not daring to look into Wen Mu's eyes.

Obviously before, he had the thick skin to tease this person, why is he so pure that he dare not touch him now?

Yang Jianxin himself couldn't figure this out.

"Do you want some food?" Yang Jianxin blushed and stared at the pigeon soup on the table.

Wen Muyan said: "I don't want to eat, my head hurts."

"It's like this when you suffer from the wind and cold. If you don't want to eat, you can heat it on the pot first." Yang Jianxin said, "I, I will wipe you with wine first, and wipe your body. The military doctor said it can reduce the fever."

After all, Yang Jianxin himself felt embarrassed.

Wen Mu was so dizzy from the burn, she had no sense of shyness at all, as long as it made her feel better, she could do whatever she wanted.

Yang Jianxin licked his lips, wiped his palms on his trousers, and exhaled, but he didn't hear Wen Mu responding to him, thinking that he was also embarrassed, and persuaded: "Actually, you don't have to be embarrassed, cough, I don't meeting--"

Yang Jianxin looked at Wen Mu, dumbfounded, the person on the bed had fallen asleep at some point, with beads of sweat on his forehead, his two eyebrows were tightly frowned, looking extremely painful.

His heart ached, he patted Wen Mu's head, and kissed Wen Mu's forehead thinly, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, it's so uncomfortable."

Yang Jianxin poured the wine into the basin, lifted the quilt, and took off Wen Mu's clothes lightly, with a bandage wrapped around his chest, he took it off lightly, and a wound appeared in front of his eyes, a deep sword wound, The recovery is not very good, there are some whitish pus around.

Yang Jianxin just felt that he couldn't breathe, as if he was pressing a stone, carefully dipped a towel in the wine, and wiped it gently.

Fortunately, the wound did not open and did not bleed.

Yang Jianxin re-medicated him, bandaged him up, and wiped his whole body with wine.

Wen Mu's whole body was burning pink, and the little thing on his chest stood up tremblingly. Wen Mu seemed a little cold, with goose bumps all over his body, and he groaned and looked for the quilt.

Yang Jianxin forced his gaze away from the little thing, quickly wiped his body, and covered him with the quilt.

The weather in the past few days has been even worse, and it has been bone-chilling almost from day to night.

Especially at night, it is too cold to cover with a woolen blanket.

Yang Jianxin blew out the candles, got into bed, and Wen Mu immediately clung to him, shivering from the cold.

The two of them had their legs to their legs, and their chests to their chests, so close that there was not even a gap.

Yang Jianxin didn't sleep much all night, so he got up in an hour to wipe his body with wine, keeping an eye on Wen Mu's body temperature.It wasn't until the sky gradually dawned that Wen Mu's body temperature gradually dropped.

Yang Jianxin's heart also fell, and he felt sleepy, and fell asleep with Wen Mu in his arms.

Xiao Yi came in on time to fill the brazier, and when he was about to leave, a hoarse voice came: "Xiao Qi hasn't come back yet?"

Xiao Yi came back immediately, lowered his head not to look at the two people on the bed, and said respectfully: "Return to the master, but he has not returned."

"Go down and bring in a basin of hot water." Wen Mu squeezed the space between her eyebrows, her head was heavy and her whole body was sticky.

Xiao Yi responded with a sound and went out.

Wen Mu glanced sideways at Yang Jianxin, smiled, rested his head on Yang Jianxin's forehead, shook it slightly, looked at his eyes, then went to his nose, and finally stopped on his thin lips and said: "I Kiss you quietly, will you find out?"

The sleeping Yang Jianxin couldn't give him an answer, Wen Mu said again, "I'm so dizzy, I can't see the way clearly."

Wen Mu's fingers slid across Yang Jianxin's lips, "I fell down and accidentally hit your mouth..."

Wen Mu couldn't wait to kiss the crazy lips that he had been thinking about in the capital, eagerly licked his lip line, and licked his lips thinly.

Someone knocked on the tent door, Wen Mu reluctantly let go of that sweet mouth, looked at Yang Jianxin with a smile and said, "Come in."

Xiao Yi pushed open the door, lowered her head, not daring to look around, put down the basin and went out.

Wen Muyan put on Yang Jianxin's clothes, wet the towel, and wiped his body slowly.

The place where he brushed was cold, so cold that he only wiped his upper body and then went to bed tremblingly, pulled Yang Jianxin's arms away, lay in his arms, and found a comfortable position to lie down.

Yang Jianxin's body exudes heat, and he can catch his temperature just by being close to him. It is not so cold in this cold late autumn.

The sun came up and shone into the tent warmly.

Yang Jianxin woke up leisurely, his chest was a little heavy, and he subconsciously wanted to push away the thing on his chest, but what he touched turned out to be a mess of hot, slippery skin.

Startled, he sat up suddenly, the quilt slid down his shoulders, revealing a small face.

Wen Mu leaned on his chest and frowned slightly, hugging his waist tightly with both hands, lying on his body, sleeping very sweetly.

Yang Jianxin breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his head, lay down again, probed into the quilt to test his temperature, it wasn't hot, it should be all right, just to see if it will burn again tonight.

Wen Mu was ill for three days in a row, Yang Jianxin took care of him every step of the way during these three days, and wiped his body every other hour when he had a fever in the middle of the night.

He nourished his body in various ways, and in just three days, Wen Mu's rosy spirit from pale and weak to nourish.

Wen Mu didn't dare to act recklessly this time, she wore thick cotton clothes and held a warm hand stove wherever she went.

Wen Mu lay unhappily under the quilt, looking at Yang Jianxin who was shirtless and turned his back to him, curling his lips slightly.

When her eyes slid across his tight buttocks, she stretched out her foot and kicked his ass, which was very elastic, and wanted to lift it up a few more times.

But before taking it back, Yang Jianxin grabbed his foot with his backhand, pinched it and said: "Don't kick randomly, be careful to hit you."

Wen Mu raised her eyebrows: "You are reluctant."

Yang Jianxin tidied his clothes, heard the corners of his lips raised, covered Wen Mu with a quilt and said, "Don't run around, I'm going to patrol the city today, I might not be able to come back at noon, I'll eat first, hear?"

Wen Mu gave an unhappy "hmm" and watched him leave the tent.

Today's weather is even colder, and even Yang Jianxin, who has added internal strength, can't stand it.

Lan Qi wore two cotton padded clothes, and put on the armor. He was like a big stupid bear, chubby, and staggered when he walked.

Yang Jianxin glanced at it and said, "Why are you dressed like this?"

"It's cold!" Lan Qi gasped, "Last year's cotton-padded clothes are no longer warm, and wearing two will be fine."

He said again, "In previous years, the cotton padded clothes came long ago, why haven't they come yet this year?"

"I heard from the general that there is a problem on the road, and it should be here soon." Yang Jianxin said.

The two didn't bother with this issue any more, and started patrolling along the city wall.

After a round of patrolling, the two returned to the camp. Just as they entered the gate of the camp, suddenly a person ran into his arms. He subconsciously helped him, and saw clearly that the person in his arms was Cang Yi, whom he and Lan Qi had rescued. teenager.

The man's eyes were red, and he looked like he had been crying. Cheng Liqiao's face was black, and he said fiercely: "Lock him up and send someone to guard him. If he dares to run, he will break his leg first!"

Yang Jianxin couldn't understand, this person has been living in Cheng Liqiao's tent for the past few days, his fever just came off yesterday, and he looks a little weak.

I heard that the first thing this young general did when he woke up was to find Cheng Liqiao, he was questioned by Cheng Liqiao, he hesitated and couldn't say anything.

Today, the young general did not know what mistake he made, which made Cheng Liqiao angry.

The soldier took the young general away from his arms, and the young general called Cheng Liqiao and started crying again.

Yang Jianxin frowned slightly, thinking, a big man who cries all day long is not a man at all.

It's so disgusting, how can the general bear it?

Looking up and walking, his eyes met Wen Mu who was standing not far in front of him.

Wen Mu had no expression on his face. He didn't know how long he stood there. When he saw him looking over, he immediately turned his eyes away and stepped into the tent.

Yang Jianxin's eyebrows twitched, and he panicked. He subconsciously wanted to hold Wen Mu and explain to him.

Hurriedly running into the tent, Wen Mu was reading a book leisurely with the stove in his hand, not like someone who was already angry.

Yang Jianxin breathed a sigh of relief, and asked flatteringly, "Have you eaten yet? It's useless, just want to be with me?"

Wen Mu shook his head lightly: "No, it's already been used."

It was calm, no different from usual.Yang Jianxin was completely relieved, and went to have dinner at Lin Touer's place by himself.Young

As soon as Jian Xin got out of the tent, Wen Mu's face sank, he put the book down, and called Xiao Si: "Go and find out the origin of that Cang Yi man."

Xiao Si took the order and went.

Yang Jianxin was devouring his meal, Lan Qi rushed over excitedly and said, "Brother Yang! The supplies from the imperial court are here, and our cotton padded clothes are here! They also brought a lot of medicinal materials and ingredients!"

Yang Jianxin paused for a while, and ran over like a child.Cheng Liqiao was talking to the supervising army escorting supplies, and it was inconvenient for them to go in, so they all ran to the car in a swarm.

Yang Jianxin took a look, there were hundreds of carriages, all of which were full of things they had been looking forward to.

He led a group of people and began to count things. The cotton coat was soft to the touch, and it was actually thicker than the cotton coats every year.

Yang Jianxin had already made up his mind. When his new cotton padded clothes were sent out, he would wear one for himself and one for Wen Mu, so that Wen Mu would not be cold at Jianmen Pass.

Xiaoqi knelt on the ground and reported everything.

In the past month, Li Yinyan suddenly ignored the government affairs, and handed over half of the political affairs to His Royal Highness Li Zhen, and half to the prince. He stayed in a separate courtyard every night. did not succeed.

It is very tight, and it is impossible to find out who lives in it.

But this time the supervising army who deliberately delayed the supplies at Jianmen Pass was ordered by the prince to deliberately delay. Li Zhen took a lot of effort to convict him and really freeze him for seven days and seven nights.

After Xiaoqiyiwuyishi's talk, Wen Mu was still immersed in the fact that Li Yinyan started ignoring the government when he was less than 30 years old.

Somewhat disappointed in his heart, he thought that Li Yinyan would last until he was 50 years old.

Wen Mu asked Xiao Qi to rest, and sat by the brazier in a daze.

It was bustling outside, like Chinese New Year, but after a while, the corners of Yang Jianxin's mouth couldn't hold back his excitement, and he entered the tent with two sets of cotton clothes.

"Mu Zhi, this dress is really nice." Yang Jianxin unfolded a cotton coat, put it on Wen Mu's body and said, "It's thick and the color looks good."

Wen Mu touched the cotton coat, it was thick, and Li Zhen did a good job.

Yang Jianxin is used to being stingy, so he's very generous in front of Wen Mu, and he usually pays high salivation or high salivation.

But now that Gao Xin is gone, there is nothing to detain, so he detains his own instead.

Yang Jianxin put the new padded clothes neatly into the cabinet, Wen Mu tilted his head, and said, "Aren't you wearing it?"

Yang Jianxin smiled: "My old padded clothes are not rotten, so I don't need to replace them with new ones. Being a soldier is used to suffering, everything is the same."

Wen Mu looked at the new cotton padded coat on his body, and was about to speak, Yang Jianxin seemed to see through his thoughts and said: "This one is for you, it's not winter yet, and when winter comes, the cotton coat on your body won't be able to stand the cold at all. , fell ill again, not good."

Wen Mu looked at Yang Jianxin quietly, Yang Jianxin thought he had said something that Wen Mu didn't like to hear, so he shut up resentfully, took out a needle and thread to sew clothes for himself.

Wen Mu suddenly let out a low laugh, stood up and walked in front of Yang Jianxin, and raised his chin.

Yang Jianxin's eyes are like stars, as if he can see the vast starry sky inside, and in that starry sky, everything is tender and admirable.

Wen Mu opened her thin lips, and a serious milk voice came out: "Yang Yang, you are so kind to me."

So I will treat you well in this life.

Rarely was Yang Jianxin embarrassed by Wen Mu's eyes, turned his head away from looking at him, touched his nose and said, "What's so good about this, it's so normal."

After speaking, he stood up abruptly, his eyes didn't know where to look, and finally found a shoe, stared at it and said, "Remember to put it on when you go out, be careful of the wind and cold."

After that, he hurried out of the tent.

Wen Mu couldn't help laughing.

It's funny, no wonder Yang Yang liked to tease him so much before.

Yang Jianxin came out of the tent, still in shock, hugged his cheeks with both hands, and asked himself in a low voice: "How come you have become so thin-skinned after only being separated for a month?"

Yang Jianxin slowed down, within a few days, he was shy twice by Wen Muxuan.Yang Jianxin didn't even know how to answer himself.

Unknowingly, when it was extremely touching, he was shy by Wen Mu's words.

Yang Jianxin lowered his head to reflect on himself, and after galloping around on the horse, he calmed down, went to Mr. Lin's place to bring food and returned to his tent.

Wen Mu sat in front of the candle, sewed his clothes clumsily, and pricked his hands, but Wen Mu didn't seem to feel the pain, so he just looked down and continued to sew.

Yang Jianxin was moved, his nose was a little sore, he put down his meal, grabbed the clothes from Wen Mu's hand and said, "You don't need to do this kind of work, are your fingers pricked?"

Wen Mu twirled his fingers without letting Yang Jianxin see: "If you don't learn it now, you will learn it in the future. It doesn't hurt too much, don't worry."

As he said that, he was about to get the clothes, "This padded coat is too difficult to sew, and I can't sew it well."

Yang Jianxin looked at Wen Mu, Wen Mu's eyes were different from before, they became more kind and more attractive to him.

He sighed, picked up needlework and began to teach him. Although he didn't know how to do it himself, at least he had sewed and had more experience than Wenmu.

Wen Mu studied very carefully, and he remembered what Yang Jianxin said in his heart. After Yang Jianxin told him once, he took the clothes and started to sew slowly.

It's normal for Yang Jianxin to feel his hands pricking when he first started sewing. When Yang Jianxin was forced to sew his own pants, his hands pricked the whole time.

As the saying goes, the first time you are born, the second time you are familiar with it, and gradually it will no longer hurt your hands.

Wen Mu's learning ability is very strong. After the third round of piercing his hands, he became more aware and no longer let his fingers be so close to the needle.

After sewing, Wen Mu excitedly showed off like Yang Jianxin. Although the sewing was crooked and the fabric was caught together, Yang Jianxin's heart seemed to be filled with honey, so sweet that he almost fainted.

As the sky gradually darkened, Wen Mu put the padded padded clothes on the pillow, and fell asleep with Yang Jianxin in his arms.

In the middle of the night, Yang Jianxin got up to drink water, saw Wen Mu's sewing again, couldn't suppress a smile at the corner of his mouth, took the scissors and cut it again, lit a candle and started sewing.

According to the place Wen Mu sewed, he sewed it again, and his heart was full of satisfaction.

He especially wanted to be together with Wen Mu in such an ordinary way, without court disputes, only he would sew clothes for him and cook for him.

Yang Jianxin put down the clothes he had sewn, and looked at Wen Mu's sleeping face by candlelight, his smooth and fair face was a little rosy, very charming.