Cannon fodder beauty master awakens

Jiang Yi had indeed drunk too much, and when he woke up the next day, he couldn't remember what happened the night before.

As soon as he raised his hand, he realized that he seemed to be holding something in his hand.

It was a lumped piece of paper, the surface of the paper seemed to be frosted and very rough.

Jiang Yi frowned and unfolded the ball of paper, only to find a topographical map drawn with charcoal on it.

His expression froze, he almost thought that some spies had painted Yandu, but when he took a closer look, he realized that it was a false alarm.

So which city's topographic map is this?

And who took advantage of the chaos and stuffed it into his hands?

Jiang Yi couldn't figure it out, so he could only put away the map of unknown origin, just in case.

After Prince Midong's visit, Jiang Yi intentionally or unintentionally mentioned the matter of forming an alliance in the monthly brochures sent to Yandu, but the response he got was still very ambiguous.

The emperor does not want to form an alliance, and some people don't want to see Midong and Dayan form an alliance.

Jiang Yi fought wits and bravery with the group of wise and self-protecting Confucians thousands of miles away, while secretly researching the long-hidden details in the Longxi military camp, and finally suffered from overwork and cold at the turn of summer and autumn.

In the previous life, I seemed to have been sick a lot.

Even though he had a fever, he still dragged his sick body to check the important military affairs, and he refused to delay for a while.

After being reborn, he tightened the string in his heart every day and every night, like a person racing against death, for fear that an irreversible tragedy would happen at any moment, and the mistakes of his previous life would repeat.

Jiang Yi put down the pen wearily, pressed his palms on the eye sockets, and sighed softly.

The curtain moved and made a "squeaky" sound.With a thought in his heart, he raised his eyes and saw Guan Yangui.

"Ayi, since you are so sick, why don't you go to rest?" Guan Yangui put the bowl of porridge in his hand on the table, "Drink this and go to sleep for a while, don't put your body to rest. Broken."

Jiang Yi said "hmm": "Leave it alone..."

"You drank it."

Guan Yangui's voice was a little more unhappy: "I won't leave if you don't drink."

Jiang Yi sighed helplessly: "I really do, don't stick around here."

"I don't know how you are perfunctory?"

Guan Yangui lightly pressed his hand on his shoulder: "Be obedient, drink and sleep, and you won't feel so uncomfortable when you wake up."

Jiang Yi was so troubled by him that he had no choice but to hold up the porcelain bowl.

It was a bowl of millet porridge, boiled until soft, with a few red dates added.The jujube was boiled until the skin was soft and cracked, and the jujube core inside flowed a little into the porridge.

As if afraid of affecting the taste of the porridge, the date pits were carefully removed.

Jiang Yi took a sip and raised his eyebrows in surprise: "This porridge..."

Guan Yangui frowned: "You don't like sweets?"

Jiang Yi paused with his fingertips on the edge of the bowl, and said nonchalantly, "It's okay, it's just that there are few sweets in the camp, so it's just strange. Did you boil it?"

"Hmm..." Guan Yangui coughed lightly, "Is it still to your liking?"

Jiang Yi lowered his eyes and said, "Shang Ke..."

Longxi is so remote, it's not bad if the cooking team can prepare salt, sugar is a rare seasoning, and only when guests come to treat them with sweet dishes.

Jiang Yi grew up in a scholarly family in the land of fish and rice. He has a preference for sweets since he was a child, but he was afraid of causing trouble to others when he was in Longxi, so he never mentioned it carefully to others.

But he didn't expect that the day when he ate the most sweets in his previous life was actually the time when he was under house arrest in Pei Xiangyun's residence.

At that time, he was completely hopeless, unable to drink or drink, hoping to starve himself to death by going on a hunger strike.

The rebel looked at his sad and unhappy look, he didn't know whether he felt distressed or afraid, so he ordered the servant to specially cook Jiangnan dishes, and brought them into the bedroom to feed him.

Mouth to mouth, force-feed him.

Among them was such a bowl of sweet porridge, which was the dish he touched the most.

Jiang Yi withdrew his thoughts, and slowly finished the bowl of porridge.

Guan Yangui took the bowl: "Are you tired?"

"Fortunately..." Jiang Yi closed his eyes and leaned back on the chair, "Don't worry."

Guan Yangui stood behind him, and he could see the delicate eyebrows and eyes of the man when he lowered his head. He held his breath subconsciously: "Do you want me to rub your acupuncture points? Last time I got a cold, that's how the military doctor helped me. "

Jiang Yi gave a "hmm", noncommittal.

Guan Yangui thought he agreed, put the porridge bowl on the table, put his fingertips on his temples, and rubbed them lightly.

Jiang Yi's breathing became steady, and after a long while, he asked softly, "There's nothing to be courteous about, it's either adultery or robbery, Xiaowei Guan."

The movements of Guan Yangui's hands were indistinguishable and he paused: "What does Ah Yi mean by that?"

"Huh? Nothing interesting."

Jiang Yi chuckled and sighed, "It's just that I haven't been alone with you like this for a long time, it's just a little strange."

Guan Yangui also had a look of nostalgia in his eyes: "How did we meet, Ayi, do you still have any memories?"

"of course I remember."

Jiang Yi's voice was somewhat thought-provoking: "Is there anything you don't remember?"

All in all, he and Guan Yangui had known each other much earlier than Pei Xiangyun.

At that time, he had just arrived in the Longxi military camp, so he was not familiar with the place.These soldiers saw that he was a weak scholar, and he was airborne from Yandu, so naturally they didn't have a good face, and occasionally tried to tease him overtly or secretly.

Until that military sparring arranged by Rong Zhang with ulterior motives.

Guan Yangui took the initiative to choose Jiang Yi as his opponent, and lost to him in this sparring, which made the army officers and soldiers look at the number one scholar who was airborne from Yandu with admiration.

But only Jiang Yi knew that it was actually Guan Yangui who released the water.

The sword that was supposed to fly the spear/spear in his hand deviated from the direction for some reason, and passed directly by his wrist.

Jiang Yi was not the kind of person who would be grateful for being given alms. Instead, he was very dissatisfied with Guan Yangui's move. At night, he came to ask him why he released the water.

"You are younger than me, and you have a high spirit, so forget about other grievances, this kind of grievance is unbearable..." Guan Yangui's voice was very gentle, "I also came here like this at the time, so I wondered if I could help you. You give me a hand."

Jiang Yi now also remembers the end of Xia when the grass and insects screamed at night. Standing in front of the young captain, he was suddenly at a loss.

At least it was fine then.

Thinking of this, he sighed again: "It's been so long."

"We became very good friends after that time..." Guan Yangui continued to gently press his temples, his voice became a little more gentle, "But you seem to be a little alienated from me recently, I don't know why, just happened I will take this opportunity to chat with you."

alienate you?

Jiang Yi rubbed his fingertips on the armrest of the chair for a moment, then smiled lightly and said, "I didn't alienate you, how could I alienate you? It's just..."

It's just that time has passed, and now you have become a stranger to me. I really can't trust you so sincerely.

He didn't say any more, just closed his eyes and leaned against the back of the chair pretending to be asleep until the man put down his hand and took away the empty porridge bowl.

The newly replaced incense in the tent smells good, more elegant than the previous one, lingering around the tip of his nose, making people drowsy.

Jiang Yi had just eaten, and it was true that he hadn't had a good rest for quite a while, so he couldn't stand the sleepiness, so he leaned against the head of the bed and squinted for a while.

Just when he fell into a half-dream and half-awake, the curtain was gently pushed aside again.

The drowsiness dissipated immediately.

Jiang Yi narrowed his eyes and looked towards the tent opening, only to see a dark figure standing furtively by the edge of the tent where the light could not be seen, and he didn't know what he was doing.

Looking at that stature, it doesn't look like Guan Yangui who has gone and returned.

The man lingered on the spot for a while, seeming to look carefully at him. After confirming that he was asleep, he continued to tiptoe towards the table.

It's a thief...

Jiang Yi is now ill, without the skills of the past, and does not know the strength of this unexpected guest, so he can only quietly touch the bedside, and find a dagger that has been placed there for self-defense.

The handle of the dagger was cold, which almost woke him up instantly.

The uninvited guest didn't seem to be familiar with the layout of his tent, he stumbled on the ground, staggered a few steps forward, and bumped into the table with the bronze mirror on it.

The bronze mirror shook for a while, and was caught by the man narrowly and narrowly.

The man didn't dare to move again, and glanced at Jiang Yi again, and found that he was still awake, and moved towards the table more carefully.

The "swish" sound of the friction between the paper and the page, occasionally mixed with the "click" sound of the pen barrel colliding, was very clear in the quiet tent.

The man rummaged for a while, as if he had finally found what he was looking for, he frantically stuffed the stack of papers into his sleeve robe, and then carefully returned the messed-up table to its original shape.

Jiang Yi slowly clenched the hand holding the dagger, and could hear his heart beating violently in his chest.

What kind of thief doesn't care about gold, jade and jewelry, but goes to those documents?

Obviously, this visitor is probably the secret agent lurking in the Longxi military camp, and now he is so bold to steal things in broad daylight while he is not feeling well.

Now that you're here, don't even think about leaving.

Just as Jiang Yi made up his mind, the thief sneaked towards the bed again.

He walked very lightly and made almost no sound. If Jiang Yi hadn't fallen asleep, he probably wouldn't have known that someone had come into his tent.

The man stood by the bed for a long while, bent slightly, and stretched out his hand tentatively.

At this moment of lightning and flint, Jiang Yi opened his eyes suddenly, and grabbed the thief's wrist neatly.

The thief didn't expect that he was pretending to be asleep, and suddenly became very panicked, staggering and being pushed down on the bed.

The short dagger hidden under the quilt popped out and ruthlessly clung to the man's neck. The cold blade drew a thin bloodstain on the skin.

Jiang Yi pressed his knees against his chest, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and felt that the little bit of strength left in him was exhausted.

"Who are you?" He gasped/breathed for a while and whispered, "Stole what?"

The man struggled under his confinement, but the strength of the struggle was not strong. It seemed that all his movements were measured, for fear of hurting him.

Jiang Yi's brows tightened, noticing something strange, and using his free hand to polish the gas lamp on the bedside.

The warm yellow light suddenly turned on in the tent, illuminating the face of the uninvited guest clearly.

Jiang Yi's face suddenly turned pale again, the dagger no longer hesitated, and stabbed straight at his chest.

The author says:

I won't say who was beaten again;

I will not say who made the topographic map and what is drawn;

I don’t know how many days can be double-updated continuously, how many days can there be (crawl away)