Juheshu

"How about this?"

Lin Huanmu was in a daze at the door of the store, and raised his head when he heard Su Jinbo's voice, and saw that person walking over like a child carrying a light-colored gown, lifting the clothes and displaying them in front of him.

The workmanship is meticulous and perfect, the stitches are arranged, and the cloud pattern embroidered on the girdle is covered with a thin shirt.

Lin Huanmu glanced at it briefly, then curled his lips.

"Hey, isn't it pretty?"

It took a long time for the disgruntled person to say something sour.

"I've never seen you being so anxious about me."

Su Jinbo was stunned for a moment, seeing this man sneaking into the corner to be jealous, she couldn't hold back a chuckle, the knuckles of her index finger rested between her lips, her smiling eyes were full of coquettishness.

"What are you laughing at?" Lin Huanmu also realized what he said earlier, and scolded him even though he was embarrassed.

"It's nothing, it just smells sour."

He put the new clothes on the table in the house, then walked quickly to his side, held his face in his arms and turned him to face himself.

Lin Huanmu couldn't turn his face away, so he turned his eyes upwards, at that day, at the beam of the house, but he didn't look at Su Jinbo anyway.

Suddenly feeling a coolness in the palm of his hand, Lin Huanmu lowered his head, and a piece of Hetian jade with green silk was placed in his palm.

"People in the world say that a gentleman is as gentle and moist as jade... There is nothing to give you. I passed by the stall before and bought this gadget for you."

The voice of the person in front of him was getting weaker and weaker, and there was a faint redness behind the ears exposed from the lowered head.

Lin Huanmu's smile spilled from his eyebrows to the corner of his mouth.

"But I am a soldier, not a gentleman of letters."

Getting cheap and selling obediently put on a pitiful tone, Su Jinbo looked up at him, a little bewildered in his eyes, obviously did not expect Lin Huanmu to answer like this.At the next moment, he saw the child's pride in the other party's eyes, like a child who succeeded in a prank.

"Thank you."

He reached out and hugged Su Jinbo, who was about to hit him, into his arms, and a warm kiss fell on the delicate neck protruding from the hair.Su Jinbo narrowed her eyes, like a lazy cat in a summer afternoon.

With the sound of clanging iron objects behind him, Lin Huanmu suddenly tightened his arms around the opponent, and pushed him out forcefully at a speed that Su Jinbo hadn't reacted to yet.He turned around, his white boots firmly pressed against the blade of the long knife coming from behind.

"It seems that I have offended many people."

The sneak attack failed, the two masked men looked at each other, put away their knives, and jumped up to the eaves together to escape, both of them were rare masters.

Since he came out to relax, Lin Huanmu didn't want to take care of it, so he ran away with them.This kind of thing has long been common to the two of them, but it frightened these simple and simple citizens.

Su Jinbo hurriedly went to comfort everyone, and then, amidst the horrified eyes of the people, she heard a heavy muffled sound behind her.

Turning around following the sound, he froze in place for a moment.

"Lin Huanmu!"

Faint blood oozes from his chest, gradually smearing, large swathes of bright red.Su Jinbo ran to his side, removed his hand that was pressing on his chest, and gently tore open his skirt.

There was a hastily wrapped bandage on his chest, which had already been completely soaked in blood.

A warm hand covered Su Jinbo's eyes, and his slightly weak voice came from his ear.

"It's okay, take me back first."

Su Jinbo looked at him with a frown, but finally gently supported him with her shoulders, and then helped him onto the horse.

And he rolled over himself, holding his horse's rein with the other hand.

He didn't dare to walk fast, for fear of hurting Lin Huanmu, so he led the rope and walked little by little, looking back at him from time to time.

Finally, he returned to the mansion, helped him into the house, and hurriedly ordered his servants to bring the medicine box, but Lin Huanmu stopped him when he wanted to call the doctor.

He untied those waste cloth-like bandages one after another, and the bright red mixed with dark red blood gushed out immediately after they were untied.

He hurriedly dipped it in hot water and wiped it lightly. After cleaning it, it was just an ordinary arrow wound. The wound was not fatal, but it was by no means a new wound.Because of the long delay and some inflammation, it caused a high fever.

Su Jinbo ignored the gaze of the person lying on the bed staring at her, and quickly sterilized the wound and bandaged it up.

He let out a long breath.

Lin Huanmu, who was lying on the bed, had long grinned to his ears, but he wanted to laugh but he held his breath because of the wound.

I've never seen this little thing so scared, it's worth the pain.

She tried to prop up her body with her elbows to kiss Su Jinbo's lips which were twisted aside, but he gave her a hard time.

"Lie back! Won't you tell me if you're hurt!"

Knowing that she was right and obedient, she lay back obediently, like an innocent little daughter-in-law who was being pissed off, poked Su Jinbo's hand with her fingertips, and held it firmly when she saw that he didn't respond.

"This arrow wound was from the expedition."

"Then why didn't you say it?" Su Jinbo seemed really annoyed, her eyes flushed faintly.

"The person who hurt me was sent by His Majesty." The voice was very soft, but it was like a heavy hammer hitting Su Jinbo's chest hard, and he was so painful that he even stopped breathing for a moment.

His fingertips lightly poked the other person's face, and when he was in a daze, Lin Huanmu fell asleep with his head turned, his hands still clutching himself.

Annoyed that he kept it from her, Su Jinbo poked it several times in a row

Still reluctant, she rolled onto the bed, leaned over and pressed the tip of her nose against the other's.

The black silk on the embroidered pillow is lingering, and it is hard to tell who it belongs to.

He reached out and twirled his hair around his knuckles with his own, and the tight fingertips hurt.

He just stared at the bloodshot index finger in a daze, until his eyes became astringent and dry.Then he closed his eyes lightly, put one hand on the opponent's waist, curled up slightly and fell asleep.

The child by the pool outside the courtyard lowered his eyebrows and fiddled with the things in his hand, wearing brand new clothes.

It was Su Jinbo's jade pendant, lost somewhere in the previous panic, and was picked up by that person.

When he saw that Su Jinbo's waist was missing when he came back, he ran to the market to look for it bit by bit, but it was hard to find it at night.

Later, I saw it at a small vendor who hadn't closed the stall, snatched it and ran away. Fortunately, I ran fast and escaped a severe beating.

He held the jade pendant in the palm of his hand, covering it with his own body temperature.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the snow is several feet deep.The days went on like this every day, and the two of them went back together after the court. Lin Huanmu taught Lin Pingan the art of war and sword theory, and Su Jinbo taught him how to read and write.

With a beeping sound from the Yingying candlelight, Su Jinbo held Lin Ping'an's wrist and taught him the words stroke by stroke.

He can't even write Zhongyuan characters, but he is extremely talented, and he can learn it as soon as he is taught, which is meaningful.

The door was gently pushed open behind him, Lin Huanmu took off his snow-covered coat, walked silently behind the two, and quietly watched them practice calligraphy.

After practicing a post, Su Jinbo held up the rice paper and asked Lin Huanmu, with a youthful look in his eyes.

"how?"

The other party nodded, and smiled at him like coaxing a child.

"He has a handwriting very similar to yours."

Lin Pingan gently put down his pen and looked up at the two of them.

"It's okay, I like brother's handwriting."

Lin Huanmu frowned invisibly.

"Jinbo, come out."