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Xing Sheng: As soon as I turned around, the cactus named Li Changming at home was kicked away?

"Are you full?"

Chang Ming bit his chopsticks to watch Yijing, but still told the truth: "No."

Yijing just smiled, cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, and said to him: "You rest first, I'll steam the buns for you, okay?"

Chang Ming seemed to think of something, so he didn't rush to agree, but instead asked him: "Who is going to kill you? Have you asked?"

"Luojianghong." Yijing replied calmly.

It is not difficult to know the reason, and Chang Ming didn't ask any further questions, so he could only say: "It can only be said to the outside world that my estrous army commander has fulfilled his kind intentions."

"What are you talking about?" Yijing kissed his forehead, "I have explained the cause and effect to the outside world, and the master does not know."

"Who wants to believe this? There have been a lot of rumors left and right, and I don't care about one or two more sentences." Chang Ming yawned lazily. There is always an urge to let Yijing hug him, but he suppressed it because of face, and continued: "If you say this, they will become the commander of the Seventh Battalion who poisoned the people in the lost city and threatened the benevolent army The commander of the army did not want to join forces with others, and he couldn't bear to suffer any more casualties, so he had to compromise and give in to me, the commander of the Seventh Battalion."

Yijing dropped the bowl and chopsticks and hugged him into his arms.

"Dare to have such rumors, I will tell those people not to speak for the rest of their lives!" He leaned on Yijing's chest, and his voice seemed to come from the bottom of his heart, "I wronged you about the marking, and I don't care about public or private matters." They cannot be allowed to spread rumors and slander like this."

Chang Ming raised his elbow and bumped him: "I was just joking."

"But I'm serious."

"The serious thing is to steam the buns for me."

It was only then that Yijing remembered that there was such a thing, but Chang Ming's body in his arms was so warm that he couldn't put it down. Jiang Yuan's breath broke into his heart from time to time, overflowing with all satisfaction. The tip of his nose rubbed against Chang Ming's cheek, but Chang Ming stretched out his hand to block it.

"You are so sweet..."

"It's just that I haven't taken my suppressant medication yet."

After saying this, Chang Ming fully understood that he no longer needed this kind of thing.The mark has been made, he can only be in love with Yijing, and only Yijing can detect his breath, since he is the one he admires, why should he be indifferent?

Yijing gnawed lightly on his face, and went out with a happy expression on his face.

Chang Ming thought about going out several times to continue dealing with the affairs of the camp, but the feeling of tearing at that place was really hard to describe. The commander of the Seventh Battalion had been seriously injured many times in battles, but this was the most embarrassing time for him, just because he walked so hard. The limping look is really awkward.

That's all in the past, but now the matter of marking is probably impossible to hide in the army. If you go out like this, will you be asked to bed when you see people?Chang Ming felt that he would cry.

So he chose to sneak in.Perhaps it was Yijing's special confession that Chu Guangliang never came to greet him, and he was left clean.But Yijing seemed to be extremely busy, so he moved all the paperwork into the room to accompany him, and Chang Ming could sleep in peace. When Yimeng woke up and saw a person standing by the bed, he was so frightened that he almost lost his wits.

"Long...elder brother..."

"Well," Nan Rong Xingcheng agreed coldly, "Tell me the ins and outs, did he force you?"

"As far as his martial arts are concerned, he can't force me to be tied up." Chang Ming explained the cause and effect dumbfounded, and finally found that Yijing was missing, so he asked, "What about others?"

"It's gone."

"Fight?" Chang Ming was in a daze for a while, "He is the commander of Ning Wu's army, what should I say..."

Xing Cheng rolled his eyes at him: "But my father is the Marquis of Ling Jun. He was wrong to mark you before getting married."

Chang Ming found that he couldn't express his feelings in words, Xing Cheng asked about the matter without any delay, but just let Chang Ming take a good rest, and left in a blink of an eye.

After Xing Cheng left, Chang Ming, who was about to change his clothes anxiously, waited for a military commander with a black eyed left eye.

"I...you...don't be angry, my eldest brother is still young and full of vigor...I'll go and boil an egg for you..." Chang Ming wished he could hit himself to death.

Unexpectedly, Yijing asked him in surprise: "Can you cook eggs?"

The Seventh Battalion Commander's only feasible culinary skills are roasted rabbits.

"It's okay, just take some medicine." Yijing reached out and touched his left eye. He grinned in pain and didn't dare to let Chang Ming see it. He could only pretend to laugh and comfort him: "He probably thinks that the cabbage at home has made me cheat." , just worried about you."

Chang Ming said coolly: "I am clearly a grass ball (prickly prickly pear)."

Yijing had a toothache and wanted him to shut up.

I don't know if it's because he slept for a long time during the day, but Chang Ming woke up slowly in the middle of the night, and rubbed against the pillow when he was in a daze, and being in the breath of Yijing always made him feel happy.

The candlelight in front of the curtain was dim, and the fields outside the house were quiet. He could hear the sound of melting snow and dripping water in the distance, and he could also hear the sound of writing brushstrokes nearby.

"Are you still resting? What happened recently?" Chang Ming leaned on the bed frame with folded arms, looked down at Yijing and was busy, "There shouldn't be anything these days that must be resolved overnight."

"Why are you awake?" Yijing raised the Chinese book in his hand, dried the ink, and put it aside, "But what's uncomfortable?"

"No, I just can't fall asleep." Chang Ming looked at the Chinese book in his hand with concern.

Yijing didn't hide anything, and replied frankly: "It's just because there should be an imperial decree to dismiss me from office in the next few days."

"You..." Changming's back immediately got off the bed frame and stood upright. Just when he was surprised to see Yijing wave his hand to signal silence, he closed his lips tightly, then approached Yijing, and asked in a low voice: "What's your Majesty's intention? Cross the river and tear down the bridge?"

"Public opinion is raging, he may have other concerns about me, and he doesn't want to see me boasting of my achievements, even though I carefully avoid this matter and ask Qu Liying to appease the people, but I am a military officer."

Chang Ming's face turned cold, and he didn't say much. He turned around and took off his clothes, as if he was going to change clothes and go out.

"What are you in a hurry?"

"Ningwu is going to be turned upside down, the Seventh Battalion Commander can only go back to his house early to deal with military affairs as soon as possible to prevent changes."

"The rest of the battalion commanders don't know about this, so why worry about it." Yijing advised lightly.

Chang Ming thought for a while and asked, "Who can take over the position of army commander?"

"Qin Zuoxi."

"Qin Zuoxi?" Chang Ming became more and more confused about the commander's thinking, "In the past, the commander of the army should be selected from the battalion commanders on the right. Battalion Commander Qin, like me, controls the small battalion on the left. How can he take over? Commander position?"

Yijing raised his eyes, looked into his eyes and asked back: "If Lan Mo is asked to take over the post of army commander, he is already familiar with military affairs, how should I interfere in it, and how can he be willing to give up his position? The second is the will of the Holy One, which has nothing to do with me."

Since it is the will of the Holy One, it is natural that it cannot be known by others. It is precisely that sentence that the heart of heaven is unpredictable.

"Why did you tell me?" Chang Ming was still puzzled.

"You are deeply loved by Mr. Gu. After I am demoted, you can only communicate with Mr. Gu."

Chang Ming rubbed his sore forehead, and asked again: "How will the Holy Majesty deal with you? Is there any news?"

"I don't know yet," Yijing replied nonchalantly, picking up the paperwork on the side and continuing to review, "Maybe let me go back to Jianhe Valley to watch the gate, maybe throw me under the command of some battalion commander... But there may be no battalion commander who is willing to send me the paperwork." The former commander of the army is included in the battalion." He blinked at Chang Ming and asked in a strange tone: "Would you accept the seventh battalion commander?"

"To be honest, I don't want to accept it."

When he woke up the next day, Chang Ming found himself wrapped in Yijing's arms, and he himself didn't know when Yijing succeeded.

The two of them slept together in the same boat, breathed and heard each other, breath intertwined, and snuggled together to keep warm.He looked up at Yijing Sleeping Hall, there was no dispute, there were a few traces faintly visible, and when he thought about it carefully, it should be caused by the torture in Dali Temple at that time.

Yijing's appearance is ordinary, but there is a kind of sharp-edged perseverance. Now Chang Ming looks back and forth for a long time, and feels more and more that the commander of the army at home is also a heroic man, so he can't help reaching out to caress Yijing's eyebrows.

The sky was still dark, but there was the sound of crowing in the distance. When Yijing opened his eyes, Changming had already got out of bed and changed his clothes. He tied up his long hair casually. He turned around and greeted Yijing, then went out and left. Yijing sat on the bed. Seeing his swift footsteps, thinking that this man is recovering very well, he is alive and kicking in just one day.

Chang Ming over there returned to the Seventh Battalion, and it was no surprise that he felt the attention of everyone. Chang Ming's eyes will never be forgotten.

"Battalion Commander, have some porridge." Chu Guangliang deliberately picked out a big bowl.

"Battle Commander, eat vegetables." Helian Qingxian generously picked up a chopstick of pickled vegetables for him.

"Battalion Commander, chopsticks." Gu Liang Yiqing kindly handed over the chopsticks.

"Battalion Commander, the stool." He Lianxian lightly moved the stool.

"Do you need me to move the table?" Ye Ruoyun, who came to join in the fun, hugged her sister and looked left and right.

Chang Ming was alone in the wind.

Ye Ruoyun originally took Ye Tuyun to play around, now that he has recovered and is fine, he should continue on the [] road in time, Chang Mingyan mentioned his marriage, and asked the two sisters to return to Jianhe Valley with him to stay for a few days , It's like reminiscing about the old days with Helian sisters and brothers, I didn't expect Ye Ruoyun to say frankly that she didn't want to look at the official [] family [] master every day, and congratulate another day, so Chang Ming had no choice but to say goodbye to her and continue his military affairs of the Seventh Battalion.

"Is there any other business in the Seventh Battalion recently?"

"Nothing else," Chu Guangliang replied, "the worst thing these days is the gossip."

"What did you say?" Chang Ming's face was as cold as ice, he read the recent official documents with a glance in his hands, and walked through the winding corridors with flying steps, "I said that this official is a mark of others, so I should resign immediately and leave to have a good child? "

Chu Guangliang pursed his lips, but did not answer, and Chang Ming understood a thing or two.

"You don't know how proud the Seventh Battalion Commander is!"

Gossip suddenly came from the other side of the wall, and both Chang Ming and Chu Guangliang stopped.

"Just because I am Jiang Yuan, I can please the commander of the army. Isn't this the villain's success? From then on, everyone before and after has the commander of the army. Of course, domineering is indispensable. The big things have the commander Wear it!"

"Yes, yes, it's hard to imagine how domineering that face must be. I said earlier that this guy must have hooked up with the commander of the army!"

"Hasn't it been several years?"

"What do you know? Only by putting on airs can the commander be fascinated! Now I finally can't bear to be marked by the commander. In the future, if the commander has someone else, why would he want to look at him more!"

Chu Guangliang was so angry that he raised his foot to take a step, but Chang Ming reached out to stop him.

"What are you afraid of!" Chu Guangliang roared in a low voice with a ferocious face, "These words are so unbearable, do you still have to swallow your anger?"

"I've heard more embarrassing things than this." Chang Ming sneered, then lowered his arms, and slowly turned behind the wall.

Seeing two strangers coming here, the three people who were talking with gusto almost screamed out of fright, but they didn't know what rank the other party was, so they simply saluted, picked up the black grass in their hands and prepared to leave.

"The sergeants and officials in the city are busy with their lives, but you are lazy and playful. Is it true that no one knows the mistakes you made?" The handsome man asked sternly.

The three of them looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing where such an unlucky Lord Hades appeared.

"Boy, who are you! How dare you talk to us like that."

"My official name is taboo, can you wait and ask?" Chang Ming squinted at the three of them.

"Hey! You are so rude!" One of them dropped the black grass and raised his sleeves, obviously planning to have a good fight, so he raised his hand without thinking, and the other party slapped his wrist like a thunderbolt. Dragging and kicking him right in the middle of the waist, it only kicked him so that his stomach twitched and his internal organs were displaced.

Such a quick and vicious attack has already horrified the other two, before they can react, one's ribs are broken, and the other's hands are dislocated.

While patting the dust off his hands, Chang Ming instructed Chu Guangliang: "Be lazy and play tricks, don't listen to teachings, offend the superiors, let people drag you down, and you will have a fifty-spine stick."

"You... you bastard, you are so bold, be careful that we won't spare you in the future!"

"Oh?" Chang Ming raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are the other five battalion commanders and army commanders dead? It's your turn to deal with the seventh battalion commander?"

The three men stared at him with pale faces.

"Ah Liang, be careful, don't beat them to death."

I couldn’t restrain myself from having more ideas, such as Chang Ming, who died at an old age, traveled to modern times and met Yijing, an old fried dough stick who was attacked by pure soybean milk, or the Lily story of Yijing’s niece_(:з」 ∠)_But I have to work overtime 【Goodbye】