Seduction

"A Li, what's the matter?" Wu Zheng hadn't seen Zhan Xingruo get angry for a long time, remembering last night Gu Qing smiled and said to him, "It's all because of your love and my wish." For a moment, countless kinds of obscene behaviors that he thought Gu Qing could do flashed through his mind.

Zhan Xingruo punched down, sat on the bed and frowned, thinking about it carefully, but there were only a few things that could be recalled in his mind.He calmed down slowly, touched his bosom, the jade pendant was still there.

The jade pendant was still there, so the secret was not leaked out.

On the other hand, it can be regarded as not undressed.

Only then did Zhan Xingruo let out a sigh of relief.

"A Liming knows that he is too strong to drink, so why do you still drink with him?" Wu Zheng expressed a little reproach in his tone out of concern for Zhan Xingruo.

Zhan Xingruo lowered his head, blinked his eyes, and suddenly realized that he was too aggressive with Wuzheng just now.If it was in the past, every time Wu Zheng cared about him like this, the soft place in his heart seemed to be poked, but every time Wu Zheng showed misunderstood tenderness, he didn't know it.

Zhan Xingruo would be sad because of this before, but this time is different, Zhan Xingruo immediately fell into thinking after hearing Wu Zheng's question, why did he come here even though he knew he couldn't drink and Gu Qing had ulterior motives for him?

"Greedy." After a while, Zhan Xingruo said.

"Uh..." Wu Zheng choked on Zhan Xingruo's words. He had never heard that Zhan Xingruo liked to drink before.

"A Li, you..." Wu Zheng didn't know what to say, but he didn't quite believe it, "I'm hungry, I just want to drink." Zhan Xingruo replied coldly, every word was crisp, clear and accurate.

"Ah... I didn't expect Ah Li to like drinking, why didn't I know." Zhan Xingruo looked at Wuzheng, "I'm usually too busy, so I don't need to talk about my little hobby."

Hearing what Zhan Xingruo said, Wuzheng could only nod his head.

Zhan Xingruo set his eyes on Wu Zheng, and looked at Wu Zheng's slightly silent eyes.Over the years, he has never confessed to Wu Zheng that he is actually a good drinker, not to mention that he is addicted to alcohol, but he is definitely a drinker.Whenever he is free, Zhan Xingruo will find some wine to drink by himself, and he doesn't understand why he cries as soon as he gets drunk, it's really embarrassing.

After following Wuzheng, if Zhan Xing didn't want Wuzheng to see that he still had such a side, he would always hide and drink by himself. After drinking, he would sit on a chair with his legs folded, his head on his knees, and silently sit under the moon. I shed tears all the time, and when I finished crying and slept, I wouldn't feel tired at all the next day.

He hid too much from Wu Zheng, but He Gu Qing never cared about it.

Going to drink with Gu Qing, I really thought in my heart, I drank the last drink, but there is another very important reason:

Just hungry.

If Zhan Xingruo has never tasted Dongying wine, he wants to drink it.

That night, Gu Qing looked at him who was drunk, showing soft, tolerant and cherishing eyes.

Zhan Xingruo took a breath, "Wu Zheng, where's Gu Qing?" He asked.

"Let's go." As soon as Wu Zheng mentioned Gu Qing, his expression turned pale.

Zhan Xingruo nodded, Gu Qing was not here, he also guessed one or two.

"When did you leave?" Zhan Xingruo asked.

"I left last night." Wu Zheng said.

"I understand." Zhan Xingruo sat up, straightened his clothes, and said, "I'm going to find Chen Jiang."

"What do you want him to do?"

"I suspect that Gu Qing is the ghost face. I want him to confirm it for me." Zhan Xingruo said. "If that's the case, Gu Qing is in such a hurry to go back, maybe it's because of the war. Tell people to prepare horses." Zhan Xingruo said.

Wuzheng raised his eyebrows, nodded, and went out to make arrangements. He felt like a prince, like a servant.But over the years, he has gotten used to it. Every time Zhan Xingruo respects him, he feels uncomfortable.

Just after noon, Zhan Xingruo found Chen Jiang.

"Chen Jiang, see the prince's military adviser." Chen Jiang said.

As soon as Wu Zheng stretched out his hand, he heard Zhan Xingruo say neatly, "No need to be polite." Then he helped Chen Jiang up.

Wu Zheng sighed, and sat down beside Zhan Xingruo.

"General Chen, Zhan is here this time to confirm a person's identity with you."

"Who is the military adviser?" Chen Jiang asked.

"The ghost-faced general who fought with you." Zhan Xingruo said.

"Ghost face?" Chen Jiang frowned when he heard the ghost face.

"Yes, ghost face."

"Who does the military adviser know who he is?" Chen Jiang asked eagerly.

Zhan Xingruo shook his head, "I can't speak much without evidence."

Chen Jiang also noticed his gaffe, and nodded, "Does the military commander suspect that he is Chengfeng Hou?" Chen Jiang asked.

Wu Zheng looked at Zhan Xingruo, Zhan Xingruo was expressionless, just paused, and said, "No, but it's related. If you want to know, just do as I say."

The ignited hope in Chen Jiang's eyes suddenly fell.

"General Chen, Marquis Chengfeng is dead," Zhan Xingruo said.

If the sadness that he was holding back was seen, it would make the spectators feel even more distressed. Looking at Chen Jiang, Wu Zheng couldn't help but feel a little sad for him.

"But in this world, there are still people connected by his blood." Zhan Xingruo said again.

Chen Jiang's eyes seemed to regain some indescribable brilliance.

"What does the military adviser want me to do?" Chen Jiang asked.

"If it's not what I expected, then the ghost face must be coming soon. In this battle, you only need to hurt him."

"Hurt him? I'm afraid I..." Chen Jiang hesitated, after all, he was firmly suppressed by the ghost face last time.

"You can hurt him, as long as you dare. In the last battle, the ghost-faced gun avoided your vitals, and he almost fell off his horse, which proves that he doesn't want to kill you at all." Zhan Xingruo said, "How can it be done on the battlefield? If you have compassion, he must have other plans. If he doesn’t kill you, you will have a chance to hurt him. It’s best to hurt your limbs.”

"Limbs?" Chen Jiang was a little puzzled.

"That way I can easily confirm whether he is the one I suspect."

"I understand." Chen Jiang responded.

Before Zhan Xingruo came, Chen Jiang was staring at Xinghuajiu alone in the military tent, and the past kept chasing him.When Zhan Xingruo came in suddenly, Chen Jiang threw the apricot blossom wine into the pile of guns in a panic, and when Zhan Xingruo left, he looked back at the apricot blossom wine.

So many years, so many scars, so many traces left by the war.

The apricot blossom wine is not as shining as it used to be, it is full of bumps and holes, and it is very harmonious with those unknown guns. Looking back many years ago, the apricot blossom wine was so dazzling and different.

Chen Jiang walked over and took the apricot blossom wine. When he was young, he had always held this gun in Chengfenghou's hand. He wanted to touch it, but Chengfenghou was unwilling to give it to him, only once.

"Boy, are you still alive? Live to catch your breath." Chen Jiang suffered such a serious injury for the first time in his life, and felt that all the bones in his body seemed to be broken. On the battlefield, his eyes suddenly turned black and red. He thought As he spoke, his mouth was filled with blood gushing up one after another, and as far as his eyes could see, there was only a little bit of white from Chengfeng Hou, which dangled indistinctly.In the end, Chen Jiang didn't know when he fell down. When he opened his eyes again, he heard Hou Chengfeng calling him beside him.

As soon as he opened his eyes, it was Cheng Fenghou's face.

"Hey, that's fine, he's not dead." Cheng Fenghou couldn't help laughing when he saw him open his eyes.

"I... didn't die..." Chen Jiang was also surprised, no matter what Cheng Fenghou said, as long as he heard his voice, he felt at ease.

"Ah, I'm back. I won." Hou Chengfeng replied, "When did you ever lose a battle with me?" Hou Chengfeng said while biting off the cork of the jug, and took a sip.

Chen Jiang turned his head to look at Chengfenghou, and Chengfenghou gave him the only place where he could lie down.Cheng Fenghou's shoulders were wrapped with a cloth, and the blood was already seeping out.

"Where are the other brothers?" Chen Jiang asked weakly.

Cheng Fenghou didn't look at him, and swallowed the strong wine in a gulp, it was so hot that his heart ached, and then he said with a burst of strength, "If it's gone, you will die."

Chen Jiang took a deep breath, as if his lungs were about to explode, he exhaled the air slowly, the pain in his lungs subsided, but the despair in his heart churned vigorously.

"How old is this year?" Cheng Fenghou asked suddenly.

"Sixteen." Chen Jiang said.

"Sixteen, you're too young to marry a wife." Cheng Fenghou asked.

"En." Chen Jiang responded.

"When you feel better, go back."

"Why?" Chen Jiang asked.

"No reason." Hou Chengfeng took another sip of wine.

"Didn't you also come out to fight at the age of 16?" Chen Jiang said again.

"I don't have a father or a mother, so I just hit it. I have nothing to worry about. I'm not afraid of death." Cheng Fenghou said.

"I'm not afraid either." Chen Jiang said.

"I'm afraid." Hou Chengfeng said suddenly, and Chen Jiang was taken aback.

"I'm scared." Chengfenghou repeated, "I'm afraid of death when I have someone I want to protect." Chengfenghou said slowly, "You're too young to know what a man should do , what will you do if your parents are dead?"

Chen Jiang didn't speak.

"And the taste of the flowers before the moon and the moon, you haven't tasted it yet. Go back."

"A manly man, stand upright, defend the family and the country." Chen Jiang said, listening to Cheng Fenghou's words, he was dissatisfied.

"Hmph." Cheng Fenghou smiled, stood up after a long time, limped to the pile of guns, and swallowed the apricot blossom wine.

"Why don't I just let you feel what it's like to be in the past." He showed his usual unscrupulous smirk.

Chen Jiang felt his hair stand on end from head to toe.

"What are you doing?" he asked nervously.

"What are you afraid of? What can I do to you?" Cheng Fenghou laughed and sat cross-legged beside him.

"Here, I'll give you some apricot blossom wine," he said.

Chen Jiang was a little surprised. Enduring the pain, he moved his hand over with difficulty and touched the gun barrel of Xinghuajiu.

It's cold, but it seems to be warm.

"My wife, when I was selling apricot blossom wine, I asked her to treat me to a bowl of wine. I became a general and went back to marry her. That's how the name apricot blossom wine came from." Cheng Fenghou said, his eyes were full of tenderness of light.

Chen Jiang tried his best to tilt his head sideways, looked at Xinghuajiu, and seemed to understand Chengfeng Hou's sentence "If you have someone you want to protect, you are afraid of death."

Time passed ten years in a row, Yuezhu had long since changed, and Xinghuajiu was the only link between him and the old man in his memory.

Only five days later, in the middle of the night, with the sound of drums, a lieutenant ran into the account, "General! Tianguan is marching!"

Chen Jiang nodded, quickly put on his armor, and went out to fight. The ghost face on the other side of the river was still the same as the first time he saw it, riding a valiant black horse, riding the flames and wrapping the night.

Chen Jiang tightly held the apricot blossom wine in his hand.

Recalling what Zhan Xingruo said a few days ago, the blood of Marquis Chengfeng is still there.Chen Jiang raised his head slightly, and asked Xinghuajiu in a voice that only he could hear:

"I don't know if the general wanted to protect what he wanted to protect..."