Non-stick clothing

Duan Changge has been away from the imperial capital for more than half a month.

Zhangzhou is located in the extreme south, and the sky is getting hotter and hotter.

Duan Changge has a single-minded temperament, marching to defend against the enemy, and there are so many things that he has no time to think about Yue Zilin.

Only when she returned to the tent and took off her armor, and saw the sugar that was almost melted by herself, did she suddenly think of those secret thoughts.

Duan Changge took off his visor.

She had a very strange feeling, as if someone was looking at her, there was not much malice in that look, it seemed that they just wanted to look at her.

This feeling lasted for a few days, like a shadow, and became more and more intense.

It's just...outside!

Duan Changge rushed out holding the sword.

The night watchman's face was blurred by the curtain of the tent, seeing Duan Changge's face full of fear, he stammered and asked, "Young commander, what's the matter?"

"Was anyone outside just now?" She frowned.

The soldier shook his head and said, "Not really."

The field is empty, the wind blows the white grass, and the sound is humming. The soldier said: "It may be the wind, but it is not certain."

Feng doesn't keep staring at her.

Duan Changge looked around for a week, and there was indeed nothing but orderly night watch sergeants.

She was about to return the bill, but she stopped, and swept away the soldier in front of her. The soldier was about the same size as her. For a man, the frame was too small, and he couldn't support the armor on his body.

With the armor covering her face, she could only see the opponent's eyes.

She took off the opponent's face armor smoothly.

He is a handsome young man.

"Young commander?" He took a step back.

"how old are you?"

"Seventeen."

Duan Changge nodded, he was a little younger, no wonder his bones hadn't grown, and his voice was a bit feminine.

"It's boring at night." She said, as an explanation for taking off the mask for herself.

The sergeant looked blank and said, "Yes."

Yue Zilin went in again.

She laughed at herself as crazy, no matter how she looked at it, everyone thought it was Yue Zilin?

After taking off his armor, Duan Changge lay down on the mat and closed his clothes and fell asleep.

Maybe it was because she was too tired recently, she slept very restlessly in the past few days, she would wake up immediately at the slightest sound at night, but after that, she slept very well, without dreams until dawn.

There is a vaguely sweet fragrance in the air.

Someone from outside the tent came in and took away the sachet that was pressed under the mat.

This is also a last resort.

Duan Changge couldn't sleep well, her eyes were black and blue, and she was exhausted during the day, which made her whole body depressed. She could only stuff a sachet under the mat with herbs to help sleep.

There was a tightly wrapped bag on Duan Changge's armor, and she knew it was sweet-scented osmanthus candy without opening it.

The smell of powdered sugar was too strong, she turned her head to look at the sleeping Duan Changge, tiptoedly took out a piece of sugar from it, and put it in her mouth.

The sweets in the imperial capital are the best. She left in such a hurry that she forgot to bring a few bags on the road.

Duan Changge is still the one who enjoys it the most. He brings sugar with him when he marches and fights.

She squinted her eyes, and laughed like a cat who was stalking.

She wrapped the sugar again and put it back in place.

She was about to leave, but she hadn't opened the curtain yet, only to hear what Duan Changge said in a low voice.

She leaned over to listen, and Duan Changge said vaguely, "No disease."

She froze for a moment, turned around, and left without looking back.

When Duan Changge opened his eyes, the room was filled with soft light.

Still sweet.

Duan Changge straightened her hair, and the fragrance was all on it. No matter how stupid she was, she would not think that it was a natural fragrance.

……

Another night.

Duan Changge took off his armor and placed it squarely on the shore.

It has been nearly a month since the march, and the further south it gets, the hotter it gets, so hot that it is almost impossible to wear armor.

It was also with great difficulty that she found this very secret spring that was not far or near the residence.

That look appeared again, when she came out of the water.

From her exposed shoulders to the sunken waist, Duan Changge was injured. A long and narrow wound on the shoulder blade matched the smooth and graceful lines of her back, and water droplets fell down her neck.

This gaze is not too hot, it is as hot as the eyes that she faintly noticed when she was drunk and fell asleep that day.

Duan Changge put on his coat, and said: "Your Excellency should understand the principle of not seeing evil, I am afraid there is no need to remind me."

She clenched her sword tightly. If there was any movement behind her, she might draw her sword and stand up.

But then that look disappeared.

Duan Changge put on light clothes, and then returned to the account with the armor.

At this time, she should be going to sleep, and there is still a sweet fragrance in the tent.

At first Duan Changge thought it was sugar, but later she found that even the pillow was stained with this smell.

It was as if someone deliberately scented her mat.

She went to the master account.

Duan Sizhi was writing a letter, saw her come in, put down his pen, and said, "What's the matter? Sit down."

Duan Changge sat down and cut straight to the point: "Father, can you let someone burn incense in my tent?"

"Incense?" Duan Sizhi frowned slightly, and said, "Not at all. Does Chang Ge feel that there is something wrong?"

Duan Changge said: "There's nothing wrong, it's just that I've been sleeping too peacefully lately, so I thought my father had smoked incense in my tent to calm the nerves."

Duan Sizhi thought for a while and said, "Come here."

The tent was thrown back, and a soldier came in to be ordered.

"Go get the doctors to the young commander's tent," he turned to Duan Changge, and said, "You go back with me, if there is nothing wrong, you can have a good rest."

Duan Changge knew that he was afraid that there was some kind of incense, which might hurt his body, so he nodded and said, "Yes."

The doctor's name is Su Huaijin, who looks not much older than Duan Changge, but has great medical skills. Xiao Qiong specially invited him from Hainan. Sheng, and now he is specially ordered to accompany the army, which shows the importance he attaches to the Generalissimo.

Su Huaijin is a weak doctor. He was so tired from marching during the day that he could barely straighten his back. At night, he was sleeping soundly and was a little annoyed when someone woke him up. However, the person who called him was Duan Sizhi, so he could only get up and press down. All kinds of dissatisfaction were recorded with Duan Changge.

He originally thought that he could be a wealthy and idle person by the emperor's side, and he could only see the emperor's doctor and treatment every day, instead of being dominated by Su Huaiyu on Orchid Island, who would have thought that after enjoying the blessings for a few months, he was actually sent here with the army.

He couldn't go back to Lan Dao, if Su Huaiyu saw him, he would definitely break his legs, and he couldn't disobey the emperor, so he had to follow.

Su Huaijin entered the account, and the sweet fragrance entered his nostrils. He yawned and said in a half-annoyed way: "Young Commander Duan, I'm already sleepy enough, why bother to smoke these incenses to make people feel like a dream?"

Duan Changge said: "Does the doctor mean that this is ordinary tranquilizing incense?"

Su Huaijin said impatiently: "It is an incense for calming the mind, but it is not an ordinary incense. The name of this incense is Floating Light, and it is made of sandalwood, red sandalwood, agarwood, clove, musk, borneol, and frankincense, and it needs to be soaked in the spring of Yueshan. , it is very troublesome to do.”

As he spoke, he felt even more sleepy, and the fleeting image really worked quickly, he said: "This fragrance is peaceful and quiet, after smelling it, all troubles are eliminated, and it can soothe the body and mind. Didn't the young commander feel better after smelling it?"

Duan Changge said: "Someone just feels drowsy."

Su Huaijin sighed that it was a waste of money to use this incense for her, like a cow chewing peonies, and said: "Who made the incense? This incense is made by an ancient method and has been lost for decades. My brother has some, but No one will do it anymore.”

Duan Changge vaguely had an answer in his mind, but said, "I don't know."

Su Huaijin opened her eyes wide and said, "I don't know?"

Duan Changge said: "When I wake up every day, there is such a smell in the tent. I don't know why."

Su Huaijin sized her up carefully, and said, "Young commander, I have a merciless request."

Duan Changge said: "Doctor, please tell me, if you can do what you can, I will definitely do it."

Su Huaijin said earnestly: "I want to exchange tents with you." He really wanted to meet the person who created the long-lost superficial image.

Duan Changge refused straight away, "No." She could guess what Su Huaijin was thinking, and because she could guess, she refused very neatly.

Su Huaijin said: "Why?"

Duan Changge said seriously: "Because there are ghosts."

"Is there a ghost?" Su Huaijin asked in surprise.

"Mountain ghost." She laughed.

"Someone once saved a beautiful mountain ghost," she smiled very leisurely, and her tone was extremely serious, "I'm afraid it's the mountain ghost who repayed his kindness, and I'm not sure."

Su Huaijin understood immediately, and said: "The young commander is really lucky." He didn't ask any more questions, and left.

Duan Changge sent him back to the account.

The sweetness was stronger when she came back.

Duan Changge still closed his clothes and rested as before, as if he had never smelled this fragrance at all.

After half a stick of incense, she heard the tent being lifted, and someone crept in, approaching her mat.

She held her breath and concentrated, a hand like a jade carving stretched out to her mat.

Duan Changge shot quickly, grabbed the wrist, stood up suddenly, and dragged the opponent to his side.

The opponent was slightly stunned, and raised his hand to fight back. The tent was pitch black, and the two began to wrestle, relying on the sound of the wind in their ears and the rubbing sound of the cloth.

In the end, Duan Changge had the upper hand. First, she understood the layout of the account. Second, this was obviously not a life-and-death battle, and the other party hadn't tried their best.

The result of hiding the front in this way was that she was pressed onto the mat by Duan Changge.

Duan Changge grabbed the Huozhangzi and said with a low smile, "Let someone take a look, who is this disciple who enters a certain tent every night?"

The firelight illuminates the faces of the people below.

Instead, it was Duan Changge who was stunned.

If someone looks like a mountain, Xue Lixi takes her daughter; she can look at her and laugh, and Zi Muyu is kind and graceful.

mountain ghost.

The author has something to say: Thank you little angel Zhao Niannian for the grenade.

Thank you Moonchaser for mine.

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