Juntian University Chronicle

"Mr. Murong." Gongsun Qian thought that he met Zhi Ming on the road, but he didn't expect that there was only Murong Li in the carriage.

"I've met Lord Gongsun." Murong Li said with a reluctant support.

"Mr. Murong, you don't need to be too polite, Gongsun will go ahead." Gongsun Qian is not good to be alone with him, just about to leave, when he looked up, he found Murong Li's face was terribly pale, and he couldn't help frowning: "Mr. Murong, are you feeling unwell?"

Murongli only felt dizzy and dizzy, and he managed to stop only after he helped the rut.

"Master Gongsun, Mr. Murong jumped into the Xing'an River in order to save Young Master Mo Lan who was in the river today," said the boy driving the carriage.

"It's cold, Mr. Murong must have been caught in the wind and cold." Seeing that he looked really bad, Gongsun Qian paused, and finally ordered the servant: "Help Mr. Murong into my carriage, and I'll take him to the doctor. Hall, hurry up and inform brother Zhiming."

After hearing this, the servant hurriedly helped Murongli out of the car.

After entering Gongsun Qian's carriage, there was only a faint scent of pine wood on the tip of his nose.Murongli raised his dizzy head and looked at the interior of the carriage. The interior of the carriage was empty, without any decorations, only two sky blue cushions were placed on the seats.

Gongsun Qian helped him into the car, Murong sat down and felt a cold on his forehead, it turned out that it was Gongsun Qian who put his backhand on his forehead to feel the temperature.

He only felt that the palm on his forehead was dry and cool, and the temperature on the back of the palm was like a warm spring, which made his feverish and irritable body cool down in an instant.

Shaking his head, Gongsun Qian said: "There is a fever on the forehead, Mr. Murong, take a rest in the car first, and I will send you to the hospital right away."

"Thank you..." Murongli opened his mouth, and heard these two words coming out of his throat.

Gongsun Qian put down the curtain of the car and went out. The inside of the car was not considered warm. Murong Li slowly raised his hand and placed it on the place that Gongsun Qian had covered just now.Although the mind was dizzy and chaotic, but the heart was suddenly clear.Perhaps it was because of his illness, he felt his eyes were sore and swollen, almost teardrops were about to roll down.

He could see the man on the horse through the gap in the curtains that swayed as the carriage moved forward.Dressed in blue clothes, she is extremely graceful, with a straight back, like green pines and cypresses.Does he know how many people in boudoir dreams he is?Presumably even if he knew it, he just smiled.It's just that there are so many idiots in the world with such delicate thoughts, but in the end they just burn into ashes.

Murong Li did suffer from a bit of cold, but his body was not strong enough, which made the fever violent.

Zhi Ming came very quickly, when he came, Gongsun Qian was sitting in the front hall, Murong Li's eyes fell on him through the crowd of patients, although he knew something was wrong, but he was powerless to turn away.

Zhi Ming walked in, looked at the two from a distance, stood there for a while, and then went over to exchange greetings.

"Did Murong delay the son's business?" Sitting in the carriage back home, Murong Li asked.

"Never." Zhi Ming didn't talk as much as in the past, he seemed to be thinking about something, and the sunlight cast mottled shadows on his face through the car window.

Murongli was dizzy and fell asleep after a while.

Sighing lightly, Zhi Ming lightly pressed his head on his shoulder, trying to make him feel more comfortable.

"A Li." He said softly, "It turns out that you are not a cold-hearted person, but I am not that person."

Looking at Murong Li's cheeks that were flushed due to the heat, he stretched out his hand and gently stroked his cheeks.The touch under his hands is soft, with some ironing warmth.

Zhiming knows that there are many people in this world who like him, but he has never put his heart on anyone.He has always been like a bystander, watching them bustling, coming and going, over and over again.I also watched flowers and tea with beautiful women, and drank thousands of cups with friends.

He is the son of Tianquan's family, with a wealth of wealth that rivals a country.He thought that everything was within reach for him.Therefore, everyone and everything are like passing clouds, and they can't get into his heart at all.

Looking at the person sitting on his shoulder, everything turned around because this person suddenly appeared in front of him half a year ago.

He also knew that this person approached him at the beginning only for five hundred gold, to cure his younger brother's heart disease.He happened to be bored, so he decided to make a mistake and let him come to his side. Anyway, five hundred gold, to him, was just a small amount of money that leaked through the cracks of his fingers.

Murongli is very good at melody, a bamboo flute, the melody is pure and clear, like a thread of love entangled, or like a passing dream.

But the most touching thing about him is his intelligence.On weekdays, when he advises and advises him, they are all well-planned and thoughtful, and they are worthy of the word "Keqing".

There are two kinds of people who are the cutest in this world, one is beautiful, and the other is smart.But he is a smart beauty.

Thinking of this, Zhi Ming couldn't help laughing, such a smart person, why did he become a fool today, leaving his own safety at risk, and going to save a person who is quite hostile to him.

At this moment when the lights are on, people's voices are noisy, but Zhi Ming only feels the eerie silence around him, as if there are only two of them left in the whole city.

People in the world say that passionate people are the most ruthless, but they don't know that once a slutty man like him really uses his affection, he can't see anything on the surface, but it's full of burning oil inside, and it's out of control.

In the Qi mansion, Yang was reading the battle report sent by the front.

Qi Zhikan was very brave. When he first entered the battlefield, he rushed into the enemy's line and took the head of the general out of thousands of people.

"As expected of me, son of the Qi family." Yang repeated it several times, and wiped away the tears that flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Jian Bin consoled him, "Father, my husband is brave, I believe he will return triumphantly in a few days."

Yang patted his hand and said: "If my son comes back, you have to redouble your efforts to continue the succession of my Qi family."

When Jian Bin heard this, his heart ached, but he obediently complied.

At this time, in the big tent, Qiu Zhenzheng patted Qi Zhikan on the shoulder, and praised: "Qi Zhonglang is really heroic and extraordinary. He won the first battle and boosted morale. When I go back, I will report this battle to Your Majesty."

"The general's reputation!" Qi Zhikan still spoke neither humble nor overbearing, unable to hear his mood swings.

"It's just that the enemy is cunning, and this old general Qi hasn't been seen for a long time." Qiu Zhen sighed: "I don't know what's the plan?"

Qi Zhikan cupped his hands and said, "I'll see at the end of the day, the enemy's morale has been greatly reduced in today's battle. Why don't we attack the enemy's camp at night and make things worse for them?"

Qiu Zhen murmured: "It's not an idea, but the enemy is defeated today. I wonder if the vigilance will be strengthened, and it will be difficult to attack?"

"Exactly, and this day's battle, our soldiers are also exhausted, and I'm afraid they won't be able to make a surprise attack on the enemy's camp."

For a while, all the people in the account were discussing and it was difficult to make a decision.

Qi Zhikan watched coldly for a long while and said: "Why don't you let the last general and a team of horses and horses explore the road at night to see the reality of the enemy. Also check where the old general Qi and the captured Beirong nobles are hiding?"

"That's not a bad idea." Some staff members agreed.

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