Jade blood gun

I don't know if it was because of the wind blowing while posing on the wall of the west city, and I caught a cold.Wang Wu fell asleep for a while, and suddenly had a headache.The back of the skull and the nerves behind the ears twitched and twitched. As long as you turned your head slightly, the pulling pain would come like a tide.

Wang Wu massaged the nerve throbbing pain, and slowly got up from the couch while keeping her head still as much as possible.

The silver armor on the bed was still there, but the window that was half open before she fell asleep had already been closed.Slightly bluish white seeps through the window paper, it is just the beginning of the sky, when it is not yet bright.

The first was a quick march, and the exhaustion accumulated in the past few days hadn't fully recovered, so the cold wind blew for a long time

Wang Wu supported her head, she didn't think about it when the situation was urgent before, but now she has a headache and she can't help worrying.Her current symptoms are similar to those of the previous cold, but with the level of medical treatment at this time, it is better not to catch some typhoid fever, or the resistance is weakened, and the cold will turn into pneumonia.

Thinking of catching a cold, Wang Wu calmed down, took her cloak, and was going to look for ginger in the kitchen in the backyard, and cook a bowl of ginger soup to drive away the cold.

In Ju County at this time, after a night of fighting, the entire city was almost deserted except for the soldiers who were changing guards.The cloak was used by Wang Wu when she pretended to be Zhao Yun to delay Liu Bei's siege at night. It belonged to Zhao Yun. It was big and long enough to wrap Wang Wu tightly in it and block the cold air in the morning before the sun rose.

The fire in the stove hadn't started yet, and Wang Wu followed Zhao Yun on a few field trips. It was not difficult for her to use wood flakes to make fire, but now there were only a few firewood under the stove, but the tentacles were still damp.

When wet wood is ignited, not only is it not easy to catch fire, but it will also produce thick smoke, that is, carbon monoxide produced by incomplete combustion. It is a poisonous gas, but it is fatal.

When marching in the field, if you encounter wet wood, you can throw it away and find dry ones, or use branches and leaves to light a fire first to dry up the moisture in the wet wood, but what should you do in the stove?

Wang Wu went back and forth twice in the small kitchen, but didn't see any other combustible objects, so she couldn't help but feel a little helpless, and pressed hard on the back of her head that was throbbing with pain.

At this moment, there was a faint sound of splashing water outside the kitchen, as if it came from the well beside the backyard wall.

Wang Wu cheered up, someone fetched water, and naturally someone cooked, she didn't know how to light a fire, so naturally someone who cooks would.

Putting down the ginger in her hand, Wang Wu pushed the door out, lifted the corner of her cloak, and walked to the well.

The water splashed everywhere, and a layer of misty water vapor was splashed in the early morning air, and the big trees in the courtyard that had just emerged from the verdure looked more and more green in the water vapor.

Zhao Yun alternated his hands, lifting the wooden barrel out of the well again and again, holding it with one hand, and the cold well water poured down the wooden barrel.The messy long hair was washed by the water, and it was pasted behind the ears obediently, and then spread out on the broad and thick back, covering most of the hideous scar in the middle that was closed and scarred.

It's not as dark as that day when the wound was bandaged in the tent, and it's not as close as that day.Wang Wu stood at the corner of the kitchen, about ten steps away from Zhao Yun.

The scattered water droplets reflected the bluish-white sky light dazzlingly. On Zhao Yun's half-naked body, the water droplets rolled down from the wheat-colored skin one after another with small waves, and then penetrated into the thin layer of skin. The waistband of the trousers was completely soaked inside and out.

The white trousers are tightly attached to the hips and legs, outlining the straight and slender lines of the legs, the thin and strong waist and hips, the muscles are tense, and the arms raised above the head are as powerful as if they are lifting the sky, really flowing.

From Wang Wu's point of view, one can even see half of his pectoral muscles tensed due to exertion in the water all over his body, which seems to be floating in the air, like a finely carved human statue, and it may burst out at any time of rough strength.

When marching together with Zhao Yun before, aside from the sudden march and raid, on the way back to Youzhou, Zhao Yun would carefully lead the soldiers to avoid Wang Wu's bathing on the way back to Youzhou.

As for Wang Wu herself, when she saw groups of soldiers going down the river, she would consciously avoid them, not to mention that later, even she herself touched the water's edge in the middle of the night because she wanted to scrub secretly.

In retrospect, Zhao Yun happened to bump into him that time, so this time, is it a turn of events?

The gentle morning breeze brought the coolness of the well water, Wang Wu smiled, and was about to turn around to avoid it, but suddenly sneezed loudly.

Zhao Yun's movements froze, and he immediately ignored the half-lifted wooden barrel full of water, and flew behind the big tree on the left, not forgetting to tear off the coat hanging from the branch.

Accompanied by a soft sound of "stabbing", the thick rope at the well head was slid down by the weight of the barrel, like a frightened grass snake. Little splashes out.

However, at the moment when Wang Wu raised her head, she could clearly see Zhao Yun's turning around when he swept behind the tree through the little drops of water.

The front and back of the drenched trousers were tightly attached to the body, and the strong and strong human statue held its spear straight, as if hearing the drums of charge.It's just that this gun is not that gun, it's not in your hand, but in your body.

In this era for more than a year, Wang Wu realized for the first time that the vision without myopia is so clear, and he didn't even miss the state of the gun being charged and withdrawn.

Looking at the dawn of the sky again, dripping cold water, fresh blood, Wang Wu suddenly understood.

On the branch, a white cloth fluttered twice in the wind, but it turned out to be a piece of sleeve.

Hiding behind the tree, Zhao Yun looked at the jacket in his hand that had only a rough hole left from the left sleeve to the left lapel. He couldn't help but sighed, the clothes curled up in great annoyance, closed his eyes, and leaned close to the big tree, almost I dare not look outside again.

After Wang Wu returned to the county mansion last night, Zhao Yun and Zhang Yan Bingzhu talked with each other, from marching to city defense, from martial arts to riding skills, the two enjoyed each other to the fullest, and before they knew it, it was almost a night.

Zhang Yan was still in good spirits, so he turned to set up the soldiers and horses he brought into the city, while Zhao Yun intentionally or unintentionally walked around the county mansion and passed by Wang Wu's window before going to the city gate to inspect and change defenses.

Wang Wu's sleeping appearance is not good, lying on her side on the couch, without a thin quilt, with one leg half bent.

The untied robe on his body was partly untied, and the neckline was like a small window that seemed to be closed but still open in front of Zhao Yun. The white and slender neck and half of the collarbone seemed to be an irresistible invitation.

But there was still a strand of half-wet and half-dry black hair hanging down from the side of the neck, and the tip of the hair just stuck into the depth of the small window.In the balance of black and white, and occasionally revealing the rope around the neck, the looming rope is colorful and crimson.

Strands of fine hair seemed not to fall on Wang Wu's neckline, but to brush past Zhao Yun's heart, like a tender willow branch that had just sprouted green buds in early spring, gently and softly, resting on the tip of the heart.There is no need to touch it, as long as it is blown by the spring breeze, it can sway slightly.

Zhao Yun suddenly realized that some kind of wonderful change had taken place in his body.Since the First Battle of Panshui, during the year in Youzhou, almost every morning, thinking of the changes that would happen to Wang Wu.Pointing the spear directly, the fighting spirit rose sharply.

But now, Wang Wu is close in front of her eyes, with a smile on her lips, sleeping soundly.

He stepped back quickly, took a deep breath of the cold morning air, and dashed back to the window, quickly and firmly closed the window, and immediately rushed to the edge of the well.

With few enemies and many enemies, it is not so embarrassing, and it is not necessarily so urgent to march thousands of miles.

Unexpectedly, sleeping late, the extremely tired Wang Wu would be woken up so early by a headache!

The leaves rustle and the white cloth shakes gently.Hearing Zhao Yun's nervous and annoyed lament, although Wang Wu was also a little embarrassed that she was bumping into this scene, she couldn't help being surprised.

Didn’t it mean that the ancients got married early, started enlightenment early, knew about this kind of thing early, and experienced it early, in order to spread branches and leaves as soon as possible, and have more sons to supplement the population?Although Zhao Yun is not married, he is not so...

The man's "early rise" in the morning is really a normal physiological change. When Wang Wu first saw it, although she was a bit ashamed and didn't dare to look at it, she could understand it.But when she saw that Zhao Yun's reaction was greater than hers, she couldn't help but suddenly thought of a possibility.

Could it be that the majestic silver gun general on this battlefield has never really played with a gun?

"It's very easy to catch cold in the cold morning breeze. Go inside and wait for me. I'll be fine soon." Zhao Yun's voice came muffled from behind the tree. He sounded more like the one who had suffered from the wind and chill. people.And if Zhao Yun is willing to come out from behind the tree now, he will definitely see the corners of Wang Wu's mouth raised high, and the smile on his face can't be stopped.

Even though she still wanted to tease this young and cute man again in her heart, after weighing all kinds of teasing dialogues back and forth in her heart, Wang Wu finally lost to the traditional reserve in her bones.Even the intention to go forward and take another look at the drenched body was subconsciously suppressed by her.

Swallowing all the words that reached the tip of her tongue, Wang Wu gave an "um" as an answer.Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he stopped in his tracks, pretending not to understand Zhao Yun's embarrassment at this time, and explained his appearance: "The firewood in the stove is too wet, I want to cook a bowl of ginger soup but I can't light it."

Behind the tree, Zhao Yun glanced down quickly, as if he had just been taken aback by Wang Wu's sudden appearance, the spear lay dormant, and the murderous aura dissipated, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Yun, this is going to set people on fire!" .”

However, following the rapid sound of horseshoes outside the wall, he let out a sigh of relief and was almost distracted by Zhang Yan's loud voice.

"Zilong, come quickly, someone from the Zheng family in Gaomi is here, please come to the banquet!" Zhang Yan looked nervous, striding all over the yard looking for someone.In fact, after he got the news, he went to the city gate first, but he didn't see Zhao Yun, so he hurried back to the county mansion.

The Zheng family in Gaomi gave birth to Zheng Xuan, a master of Confucian classics.Its reputation and prestige are still higher than that of Kong Rong, who created the Zheng school, and his disciples spread all over the world. In fact, he was the first family in Qingzhou, and even the Eastern Han Dynasty at that time.

Zheng Xuan's name was known and admired even by Zhang Yan, who had been a bandit in the mountains and forests all year round. Only then was he so excited when he learned of the Zheng family's invitation, he searched for Zhao Yun all over the world.

But he stayed for a long time the moment he saw Zhao Yun.

To be exact, it was seeing Zhao Yun's half body naked, and Wang Wu obviously wrapped in Zhao Yun's cloak, the two of them stood between trees, the ground was covered with water stains, and stayed for a long time.

"You...what do you mean?" Qingxiu's face was a little embarrassed, and Zhang Yan suddenly felt that she had come at a very bad time.

Actually... the Zheng family's banquet... is not going to be held anytime soon, so you can wait a little longer...

With one more person, Wang Wu felt her cheeks suddenly burn.Quickly lowered his head and cleared his cough, nodded to him hastily, turned and said goodbye: "Please General Feiyan get some clothes for him, I'll borrow a fire next door."

"But Gaomi Zheng Jun? Where is the visitor now? Let me change my clothes first, and go to meet him." Zhao Yun obviously knew Zheng Xuan's name, and the moment Wang Wu took a step, he swept out from behind the tree and greeted Zhang Yan.

His expression was somber, as if he had immediately forgotten the subtle situation just now, but his eyes never parted a glance in Wang Wu's direction.

The author has something to say: Please forgive the spoofing of the author’s title~ I’ve always had such a paragraph in my mind when I was coding this chapter. Hey~

The next time there is a bath scene again, I must have one like this ~ make a fist!

General Zhao, come and make a promise~