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Xing Sheng: Yijing, you beast, let go of that beast Li Changming!

Chang Ming: Hurrrrrrrr~

"Not one left? No more lives?" Qu Liying asked again.

Yijing closed his eyes, and regretted in a low voice: "Ning Wu has opened the gate of the lost city, and now the prefect of Huancheng is ordering people to search for it... The man is so insane that I have to order him to be killed. If he is accused, it will be Yijing's fault .”

Qu Liying gave him a cold look and didn't answer.

"How about the two boxes of black grass?"

"It was handed over to the medical officers. The herbal medicine can be maintained now, and it will be distributed to the common people in a few days later."

Yijing knew the deep meaning of it—in a few days, the Holy One would offer sacrifices to the heavens and pray for a rest from the wind and snow.

"Since this is the case, please worry a lot. There is no need for other black grass here. I should return to the Lost City Barracks to evacuate the soldiers who besieged the city."

However, when Yijing returned to the Lost City military camp, the Seventh Battalion Commander had just withdrawn his troops and returned. At a glance, he was more than in a state of distress. Even the Helian siblings who were in the best situation would inevitably be covered in blood and messy clothes. If it weren't for the Seventh Battalion Commander's stature Slightly short and with cold eyes, he couldn't tell who Li Changming was.

Yijing couldn't bear to have any more red tape, and just asked everyone to clean up and rest early.

"I really didn't expect to meet such a group of lunatics. Even if we wiped them all out, we would still be neither human nor ghost." Helian shook her head lightly, took the cloth towel from Luqiu Eryang, and hadn't washed her face yet. , but wiped all the devices on his hands clean, which made Luqiu Eryang feel a little tasteless.

"Don't underestimate these lunatics. They are originally from the military, so it's no problem to keep fit. If they weren't crazy and demented, and they would be dispatched by a general, I'm afraid the Seventh Battalion would..."

Helian Qingxian put away the cloth towel, nodded helplessly, because he was too lazy to move, he threw the cloth back, and Lu Qiu Eryang washed it again, not forgetting to take a look at the shiny penis on his hand before putting it on. Hand the towel back.

What he didn't expect was that Helian Qingxian wiped the penis again, not caring how messy she was.

"You...you care about this so much?"

"Naturally!" Helian Qingxian answered as it should be, "This is so convenient, I really like it."

Lu Qiu Eryang turned his head and said in a muffled voice: "Isn't it spread in the army early that you have an affair with the army commander!"

"What are you talking about!" Helian Qingxian jumped up from the bed, "Who is talking nonsense! How can you listen to and believe in one side, I don't see him a few times a year, and I hook up with him without knowing how Already!? You are questioning me because of this?!"

Lu Qiu Eryang was stunned by such shock and fright, and after thinking about the words in it, he couldn't help smiling meaningfully: "Are you worried that I believe it?"

Helian Qingxian nodded subconsciously, suddenly felt something was wrong, and shook her head hastily.

Lu Qiu Eryang over there was already full of enthusiasm, and almost brought a basin of blood in front of Helian Qingxian, but he realized that this behavior was too abnormal in the strange eyes of the other party, so he put down the wooden basin and approached Helian Qingxian go around.

"Your battalion commander told me that the best way to quell rumors is to convince people with facts..."

"Ah?" Helian Qingxian didn't know why.

"Commander, all the sergeants of the six battalions have returned to the battalion, and there is no omission."

Yijing nodded to Lan Mo, and after talking about the arrangement, he seemed to think of something, and asked Lan Mo, "The last time you asked for credit for Xingcheng, I forgot about it, and now I think about it... ...Since he has made great contributions in helping you appease the sergeant, and he has been with Ning Wuzhong for some time, how about making him advance two ranks in a row?"

Lan Mo just nodded in surprise, and was about to answer yes, but the army commander already smiled knowingly, and then said guiltily: "It's because I have a bad memory. I clearly promised you before, but I forgot myself."

"I dare not," Lan Mo hurriedly said, "I have thanked the Commander on behalf of Xing Cheng."

Changming boiled a pot of hot water and returned to his tent, unexpectedly Yijing was already waiting in the tent.

"What orders does the Commander have?"

"No... the commander of the army just came to ask the commander of the sixth battalion to withdraw his troops and return to the camp. There is nothing to do now, so I came to see you." Yijing said with blinking eyes.

Chang Ming couldn't laugh or cry, finally rolled his eyes, and put the basin aside, Yijing had already fiddled with the brazier to help him remove the heavy clothes on his body, until only the obscene clothes were left, he could see the blood all over his body.

"It's not my blood," Chang Ming explained, "I'm not seriously injured, otherwise I should have been lying down."

"Any other injuries?"

"It's on the arm, but it's been washed and applied with medicine. It's not a serious problem. It's just that the blood on the sleeve is frozen on the arm." Chang Ming stretched out his hand for him to check. Yi Jing took it and rinsed it gently with hot water until it The ice and snow on the top melted, and then slowly tore off the cuff, and saw that Chang Ming's hand was bruised and purple, like a person who had died long ago, but the two of them unconsciously; the other cuff was also torn off.

"Is the wound deep?" Yijing gently removed the bandage, and wiped it carefully with a cloth towel dipped in hot water to avoid the wound, "Just tell me if it hurts."

"It doesn't hurt." Chang Ming smiled, pushed Yijing aside, turned around and pulled up the simple screen in the tent to separate himself from Yijing, and then put the water basin on the side of the screen so that they could get water without crossing the screen .

"I need to change clothes, please help me clean up the flying frost in the world, so that there will be no more rust."

Yijing flusteredly took the flying frost thrown by Changming head-on, and when he came back to his senses, Changming had already taken off his blood-stained clothes and put them on the screen casually. Seeing that he hadn't moved but was looking at himself, he reminded him again. :"what are you thinking?"

"Ah...oh!" Yijing belatedly began to tidy up Tianxia Feishuang, hesitated for a moment, then turned around, turned his back to the screen, and stared at Tianxia Feishuang intently.

The two were silent, but occasionally there was the sound of water fluctuations and the sound of blades colliding. The fingers in the hot water were just a simple and careful touch. It was clearly the appearance of two intentions but no other distractions. Chang Ming also didn't know how to describe it. He was in a good mood, but that kind of satisfaction made him feel exhausted from the hard work, and his mind jumped up. He didn't even care about being stabbed twice.

After Yijing cleaned up the flying frost in the world, Chang Ming also took care of himself. After the screen was removed, there was still a pool of blood between the two of them. Chang Ming was still only wearing obscene clothes, half-draped and half-hanging his cloak. Pulling his sleeves up to his shoulders, exposing the wound, he threw the bandage and medicine to Yijing, sat back on the bed with a peaceful mind and yawned long and lazily, waiting for Yijing to apply the medicine to bandage him.

Yijing was naturally familiar with this matter, so he applied the medicine and then heard someone from outside the tent report: "Xiaguan Sixth Battalion Nanrong Xingsheng was ordered to bring hot water."

Chang Ming thought that he sent it to the wrong place, but Yijing didn't expect to call for someone to pay for it without looking up.

Xing Cheng saw at a glance that there were still two people hiding in the tent. Chang Ming was also looking up and staring at him in a daze for a moment. Only Yi Jing concentrated on bandaging Chang Ming, and told Xing Sheng: " Just put the water down, and take the basin of blood away."

"Yes." Xing Sheng was still struggling with when these two people secretly communicated with the song.

"Why another pot of hot water?" Chang Ming asked Yijing.

"Did you forget your hair?" Yijing reached out and knocked him on the head, and Chang Ming suddenly remembered that he had indeed forgotten to take care of his hair. Yijing lifted his feet and laid him flat on the bed, covering his body with a cloak Just as Chang Ming's heartbeat accelerated suddenly, he found that Yijing took the hot water from Xingcheng and circled it around his head—it seemed that Chang Ming himself was distracted, and the commander was just thinking about taking care of his hair.

It was blood and ice again, Chang Ming's hair was as hard as iron thorns, but Yijing patiently washed it with hot water and then rubbed it carefully, when it touched Chang Ming's scalp, he rubbed his head for him, his fingers were strong , Ling Changming was so comfortable that he just wanted to roll, but because Yijing was washing his hair, he tried his best to restrain himself.

"In a few days, we will be able to return to the court as a teacher." Yijing hesitated for a moment, but finally asked softly, "Then... I sent a letter to my mother and elder brother to prepare us to get married?"

"Okay." Chang Ming's quick promise once again overwhelmed Yijing, looked down at the reflection of his face in the water basin, and quickly put away that foolish smile, thankfully Chang Ming didn't see it.

"Well...you can go back on your word..." Chang Ming's tone seemed a little depressed, and before he could speak, he felt a pain in his scalp, presumably it was Yijing who accidentally pulled it.

"What do you mean I can go back on my word! I don't go back on it!" Yijing thought about it seriously, and added: "You can't go back on it either."

Chang Ming closed his eyes helplessly, got up from the bed, and met Yijing at the head of the bed, with a dignified expression, with both reluctance and entanglement on his face, but he no longer twitched, but resolutely said: " You are Xingzhu and I am Jiang Yuan...but I am also the commander of the Seventh Battalion, and Jiang Yuan's entry into the court has been obstructed in every possible way...I can't even have a child with you, otherwise I will attract people's tongue and I will have to be kicked out of the court."

Seeing Yijing staring at him blankly, Chang Ming had to turn his face away to say that sentence: "You don't have to rush to agree, I will regret it..."

Suddenly he heard a soft sigh in his ear, Yijing sat beside him, put on a cloak for him to avoid the cold, then let him lean on his chest, fetched a clean cloth towel and dried Chang Ming's long hair.

"What am I supposed to be?" Yijing said in a relaxed tone, but Chang Ming grabbed his arm in fear, and he knew Chang Ming's thoughts, and he comforted him by talking about it: "Don't worry, I know blindly. When the estrus period comes, you won’t be able to conceive a child.”

"That's not what I meant!" Chang Ming anxiously wanted to push him away, but Yi Jing stretched out his hand to hug him even tighter.

"I know. I mean, don't worry."

Chang Ming finally let go of his tight fingers, found a good place in Yijing's arms, hugged Yijing back, and let him continue to do what he did.

Yijing patted him on the back lightly, and said in a low voice: "But it was agreed in advance that after marriage, we can only distinguish between public and private."

"Yes, yes, what the commander said is true." Chang Ming readily agreed, and rubbed Yijing's chest a few times through the material of the cloth, which actually touched Yijing's heart. The young palm scratched the soft place in his heart, and couldn't help kissing Zhang Ming's forehead.

"It's just the two of us, don't call it a big army commander."

"Then what should it be called?" Chang Ming thought about it seriously: "Calling your name... I always feel that something is wrong..."

"Well...then call me brother." Yijing coaxed.

Chang Ming raised his hand and patted him: "Did you ask Xing Cheng when you talk like this?"

"I didn't ask, and you didn't call him brother, didn't they always call him elder brother." Yijing continued to coax him confidently.

"It's gross, don't want it." Chang Ming flatly refused.

"It's just the two of us, just shout out!"

"roll!"

"Chang Ming..." Yijing's words had a slight nasal sound, which made Chang Ming's ears feel warm.

"I'll call you uncle if I get tangled up any more!" He still had a firm heart on his face.

"Changming..." Yijing called him again.

"Get out! Besides, I regret the marriage!"

About Changming's name for Yijing:

Go to the hall to call the army commander, go to the room to call Yijing, and go to the [pure] bed to call brother.

Earlier, Lan Mo asked for a reward for Xingcheng, why did Yijing let Xingcheng be promoted now?

First, in the Lost City incident, Xingsheng's emergency response plan and forecast judgment were all correct. Although it was a bit dishonest, what he should do is to make the most complete preparations, even if he robbed the power of the Seventh Battalion Commander , Even if the situation changed later and there was an accident, he did his best; second, it took time for Xingsheng to accumulate contacts.

I think I can put on one myself: there are only overtime days, and next week I will try to update it on Wednesday and Saturday, and it seems to be almost marked.