The general is in charge of the routine again

The end of the year is coming soon, and A Duoqi stays with Wen Mu all day because of the preparations for the New Year's Eve. Every time Cheng Liqiao comes to arrest people, he has a dark face, wishing to drive Wen Mu back to the capital.

This year is a bit different from previous years. The weather this year is extremely cold, and sandstorms come every three days on average. Wen Mubai's dry and tender skin has begun to roughen.

Even though he and A Duoqi talked and read in the tent every day, they couldn't stand the strong wind.

Yang Jianxin pushed open the door, closed it with difficulty, patted the dirt on his body and said: "This year's weather is really evil, and today is another sandstorm. Fortunately, it is smaller than usual, otherwise I will die outside."

Wen Mu, who was picking up the cloth to pat him, gave him a look, and slapped him lightly: "What did the New Year's Eve man say? He was talking about something or nothing, and I got angry."

Yang Jianxin smiled, took off his hat and hung it on the hook: "The general is back, won't you go back?"

A Duoqi, who was huddled under the quilt, poked out a head and smiled: "Xiao Weng, then I will come to you tomorrow."

After speaking, he lifted the quilt, put on his shoes indiscriminately, and was about to run.

Wen Mu replied: "Tomorrow's New Year's Eve, General Cheng can be free, you can come and find me."

Sure enough, when A Duoqi heard this, he became excited: "Then I won't come to see you tomorrow, I'll leave Xiao Weng first!"

After finally sending A Duoqi away, Yang Jianxin relaxed, lowered his head and washed his face, and said, "Can you not let him get into bed in the future?"

"He thinks it's cold." Wen Mu poured him a cup of tea, "He, a Cangyi, is afraid of the cold."

Yang Jianxin smiled: "I've been in Jianmenguan for so many years, and I'm still afraid of the cold."

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The atmosphere of the Chinese New Year was dyed. Before dawn, the soldiers in the camp began to post couplets noisily. What made them even more excited was that the Huotou army brought hundreds of pigs and locked them in the backyard.

The sun had just risen, and the Huotou army had already started boiling water, preparing to kill pigs.

Maybe it's the first time to celebrate the new year outside, or with the person he likes, Wen Mu didn't sleep well, so he got up early to wash up.

Picking up the bronze mirror, carefully aiming at his eyebrows under the candlelight, turning his head left and right to see if he is satisfied.

His eyebrows follow his eyes, and the end of his eyebrows hangs slightly upwards, so the end of his eyebrows is also slightly raised.

Don't have a seductive charm.

Satisfied with the painting, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he gently twisted a little lip gloss and applied it on his lips. Only a thin layer was applied, and he could not tell that it was lip gloss if he didn't look carefully.

But it was a little red, which made Wen Mu's whole body a little rosy.

He pursed his lips lightly, and Yang Jianxin looked at her heart warmly. It had been a long time since he had seen Wen Mu dress up like this.

Starting from Jianmen Pass, in order to avoid unnecessary troubles, Wen Mu didn't wake up every day to put on makeup for herself, unlike in the capital.

Yang Jianxin almost forgot about that arrogant and squeamish Wenmu.

Yang Jianxin likes the superior Wen Mu very much, and he is also happy to serve this person.

Wen Mu put on her makeup and met Yang Jianxin's eyes. She felt ashamed, her cheeks blushed, and she was a little at a loss. Although she used to put on makeup in front of him, it was different today when her beloved stared at him. , it made him feel unspeakably shy.

"What do you see me doing?" Wen Mu lowered his head, only daring to look at him quietly from the corner of his eye.

Seeing his amused reaction, Yang Jianxin put on his boots and walked in front of him, lifted his chin, and rubbed his chin with his thumb intentionally or unintentionally.

There is no extra stubble, delicate and smooth like white fat and fine jade, he moved his tender lips intentionally or unintentionally, opening and closing, with the light red lip balm, he really wanted to kiss her fragrance.

He did so, gently sucking Wen Mu's lips, Wen Mu hung limply on his body, wrapped one arm around Yang Jianxin's neck, and desperately sent himself up.

As soon as Yang Jianxin lifted it, Wen Mu wrapped his legs around his waist, groping restlessly with his hands.

Just as he was about to touch that position, he was stopped by a big rough hand, panting slightly: "Shall I help you?"

Yang Jianxin let go of his lips, looked vaguely at the people who were close enough to hear each other's heartbeat, and said slowly: "Aren't your hands sore?"

After finishing speaking, Wen Mu's whole body seemed to be fished out of hot water, his face was red and his ears were red, and he was about to bleed.

He shook his head slightly: "You help me too, it's hard."

The last time Wen Mu only helped Yang Jianxin with his hands, Yang Jianxin didn't help Wen Mu, so after Wen Mu finished speaking, Yang Jianxin was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted, but he didn't dare to guess what Wen Mu meant casually.

At first, he only worked hard at the front, and Wen Mu became very irritable, and hummed a few words in dissatisfaction.

In the end, he couldn't bear his irresponsible casualness, so he took his hand and put it behind his back, and whispered, "It's here."

Yang Jianxin's breathing was stagnant, and he looked at him blankly, with a hoarse voice: "Do you know what you are doing?"

Wen Mu's whole face was flushed, and his exposed fingers were pink, he nodded: "I know, just help, it's very uncomfortable."

Yang Jianxin's hands were holding weapons all year round, and they were very rough. Even though Wen Mu had applied hand ointment to him, the cracks on his fingers had only healed a little, and there were still deep cracks. The mouth did not speak.

There was a lot of noise outside, Wen Mu curled up in Yang Jian's arms and fell asleep, squinting his eyes comfortably, thinking, it was indeed more comfortable than what he made himself.

Today's weather is very good, at least there are no sandstorms and heavy snow.

Yang Jianxin lay down for a while, ready to get up, Wen Mu pulled him lazily and said, "What are you going to do?"

There was a sense of coquettishness in the voice, Yang Jianxin rubbed his head amusedly: "Even if today is New Year's Eve, you have to go to the tower to patrol, you just wait for me in the tent, if you feel bored, go to A Duoqi, I see You enjoyed playing with him, and I'll be back soon today."

Wen Mu nodded reluctantly, let go of him and said, "Okay, A Duoqi probably won't have much time to play with me today, he wants to accompany General Cheng."

Hearing this tone, it seems that he is still complaining, "Why can General Cheng not go to patrol the city today, but you have to go to patrol the city?"

Yang Jianxin heard it was funny, kissed him a few times on the lips, and comforted him: "I'll be back after the tour, and let Lan Qi go for the rest. I'll be back in two hours at most."

When Wen Mu heard this, the whole person became happy: "Okay."

Yang Jianxin has been immersed in Wen Mu's last happy smile, his eyes are bent when he smiles, it seems that there is a starry sky in his eyes, shining brightly, which is very cute.

Lan Qi called Yang Jianxin many times, seeing that he didn't know what he was thinking, he was in a daze all the time, watching a soldier keep watching, Lan Qi's hair grew furious.

Yang Jianxin looked at the soldier, and his heart was trembling, his legs were shaking all the time. In such a cold day, the soldier was sweating profusely, pinching his hands uneasily.