The host of Kuaichuan, his style of painting is wrong

Chapter 301: The Drunk Lying on the Battlefield Lord Grim (38)
Ke Yuan's voice could be heard from far away, "This time is really comfortable! Cen Mu, let me tell you, when I rushed in, that person's expression was so funny!"

Yang Lei was also excited, "Mine is even worse. Those two soldiers were in the toilet, and we got rid of them before they lifted their pants!"

Yi Lingfeng shook his head and smiled lightly: "I really don't know what the people in Mobei are thinking about. There are only a dozen people guarding such an important point in Shilipu."

Cen Mu also played comfortably. Fortunately, Ke Yuan was teased and let him take him out to experience it. It was really interesting.

It's just that as soon as they reached the gate of the barracks, the laughter of a dozen people stopped.

Different from the first meeting, Cen Mu sat on a horse this time.But Xie Changjun on the ground is not as embarrassed as he is, he is still proud.

When the eyes met, Xie Changjun glanced away and then moved away, his face was expressionless and sullen.

"Hey, isn't this Commander Xie? Why did you meet me here today?" Ke Yuan and the others went to sneak attack in the middle of the night, and it was just dawn when they came back.

Xie Changjun chuckled, "I heard that General Ke won the battle, so I'm here to greet you."

"So, thank you so much Commander!" Ke Yuan still held grudges about what happened last time, said a polite word, and led his men back to the camp.

Cen Mu's eyes were always on Mr. Xie, from the time they met to when he left, Mr. Xie didn't even look at him.

This way, it's good.

Cen Mu rode his horse to keep up. He didn't know that the gaze behind him locked on to him.

"Commander." Hong Yueyue reminded Xie Zhangjun when only the figure disappeared.

"Back to the camp." Xie Changjun looked away and didn't say much.

After winning the battle alone, he went to Xue Zhan to report after dismounting.

Ke Yuan got off his horse and taunted Mr. Xie: "This hypocrite, he wishes we could lose, congratulations, fuck him."

Cen Mu did not follow them to Xue Zhan's tent, but turned back to his own tent.

He thought back to Xie Changjun's posture at the gate of the barracks just now, it seemed that he was going to support someone.

Could it be... If their sneak attack failed, Xie Changjun would rush over to save them?

The face in his mind suddenly became clear, and that tense and serious face made Cen Mu dismiss the idea.

The problem of food and grass has been solved, and the guarding of soldiers has been increased, but the spies are still not found.

Several days of winter snow dissipated, and the crescent moon finally appeared at night.

Cen Mu walked out of the tent and casually walked towards Zhanhu Camp.

If you want to know something, it's better to find out by yourself.

The Zhanhu Camp and the North Camp were not together, and there was no soldier guarding one of the places in the middle. He changed into night clothes and did not disturb the guards at the gate.

At this time, Xie Changjun has not rested yet.

Through the cracks in the tent, Cen Mu saw Xie Changjun.

"Get on the horse and beat the madman, get off the horse and draft the military letter.

If you hold this ambition at twenty, you will be a Confucianist at fifty. "

He is practicing calligraphy, and his strokes are powerful and flamboyant.

Cen Mu narrowed his eyes, suddenly unable to see through Xie Changjun.

If Xie Changjun was a spy and really colluded with Wang Qianchun, how could he write such a poem!
There must be a mistake somewhere...

He was absent-minded for a moment, and suddenly Xie Changjun, who was opposite him, turned his pen and lifted the cloak beside him.The pen on the table stabbed straight at him!

was discovered...

Cen Mu narrowed his eyes and used lightness kung fu to escape.Xie Changjun has deep internal energy, he didn't escape the ink pen, his arm felt a burning pain, he didn't have time to check it, and left in a hurry.

Cen Mu didn't move much, but in order to avoid the stroke of the pen, he still made a big commotion.

Returning to that position, he threw away the black clothes on his body, put on the cloak, and walked to the crowded training ground.

　【Good night】

　　
　
(End of this chapter)