Born short-lived

"See me?" Dong Sheng narrowed his eyes, "How is he going to see me?"

Han Jin watched him remain silent for a while, and suddenly said in a nonchalant manner: "Actually, Your Highness doesn't need to see him."

Everyone present except Han Jin was stunned.

Seemingly uncertain, Dong Sheng glanced at the past life, then turned to look at Han Jin, with a more serious expression: "What do you mean by that?"

Han Jin pointed to the bottom of her feet, and said with gestures: "Just now, someone under my command dug out a secret passage behind the underground library, and there is a complete underground fortification map of Qingliang Palace engraved next to it. That road should lead directly to the eastern suburbs. .”

Dong Sheng was a little excited: "Is this true?"

"Subordinates don't dare to talk nonsense," Han Jin nodded seriously, "I have sent someone to scout the way, and if there is no problem, we can leave before this evening."

Fortunately, as if worried that Dong Sheng would not believe it, Han Jin hastily added: "Before the emperor died, he told me that if there was any change in the palace, he would take His Highness to Qingliang Palace in Liaoshan, saying that this place is the last way out. ——The subordinates ventured to speculate that the way of retreat mentioned by the late emperor should be referring to this."

No wonder the queen insisted on letting him go to Liaoshan.

Dong Sheng walked out of the house quickly, put his hand around half of Han Jin's shoulder: "Take me to have a look."

Han Jin froze for a moment, then immediately turned around, bypassing Dong Sheng's hand without a trace, and followed Dong Sheng with small steps: "Okay."

The past life also chased after him: "Wait..."

"Go and take the other Tiangang Lingwu with you," Dong Sheng turned around and interrupted him, and quickly said while walking, "If it really works, be ready to leave at any time..."

Before the end of this sentence was finished, the person had already disappeared behind the corner of the corridor.

Just as Xiangsheng was about to speak, he had no choice but to swallow his words in the empty corridor. He shook his head helplessly, flicked his sleeves and went back to the house to pack his things—generally speaking, he and Dong Sheng went outside. If there is no servant, he will take care of Dong Sheng's old man's basic necessities of life. It's not that Dong Sheng ordered him, but if he doesn't clean up, Dong Sheng, who has been used to being a son since childhood, will definitely not clean up.

Not only did he have to "pack up" all his brothers and sisters, but he also took Dong Sheng's pile of miscellaneous manuscripts and herbs that he needed to eat from time to time.

"It's so hot all day long, it's like a dog is waiting for a bone," Xiangsheng complained, habitually opening all the windows to breathe while Dong Sheng was away.

The white plum blossoms in the yard outside the window are still in bloom, and there is still some unmelted snow in the gaps between the branches. At first glance, it looks gray and white, mottled and intertwined, and it is hard to tell where the plum blossoms are and where the snow is.Suddenly, something seemed to move in his peripheral vision, and he instinctively took another look, only to find a small gray-white bird parked on the plum blossom tree.

There seems to be something wrong with that bird.

The past life stared intently for a while, and suddenly found that the bird's eyes were not quite right - the bird had no pupils, and its eyes were all white.

This is the spirit bird.

He thought, probably Dong Sheng slept too hard, and the spirit bird didn't hear it when he tapped on the window in the middle of the night, and he didn't know about it until now.

So he blew the whistle quickly, and the bird heard the human voice, moved its small head, flapped its wings and flew towards him, stayed up and down above the window for a while, and slowly landed on the index finger raised by the past life.

After a "poof", the gray-white bird turned into a puff of white smoke, and a bamboo tube fell out of it, and landed firmly in Wang Sheng's hand.

There is a seal on the red clay seal of the bamboo tube, "Zhou Xi's seal letter" - Zhou Zirong's private seal.

Zhou Zirong didn't dare to read the privately sealed letter to Dong Sheng in his rebirth, not afraid of other things, but afraid of burning his eyes.

Zhou Zirong had nothing else to do outside the Xuanwu Gate. When people saw him from morning till night, nine times out of ten he was stuck on the watchtower, staring blankly at the Xuanwu Gate not far away. .

In the middle of the night, the soldiers in the barracks had been on watch, and those who were not on duty were driven back to their tents to rest, and the whole suburb became more and more quiet.

The evening wind was still blowing the psychic lamp on the observation deck, creaking and shaking, Zhou Zirong stood there with his eyes closed, and those who didn't know thought he fell asleep standing up.

It's a pity that this watchtower is really fragile. When the wind blows, it looks like a willow willow. The tremor of the wooden frame under his feet made Zhou Zirong open his eyes again.

——Yang Ye came up to look for him again with a lamp.

"What's the matter?"

Yang Ye didn't expect him to speak first, stuttered, licked his cracked lips and said, "General, my subordinates just finished their night patrol..."

Zhou Zirong didn't look back: "No problem?"

"Well, everything is normal." Yang Ye said.

Zhou Zirong looked back at him, relaxed his face, and smiled a little: "Then you go back and rest."

Yang Ye nodded immediately: "Hey, the general also rested earlier."

After Yang Ye left, Zhou Zirong returned to dead silence.

——He waited for a day, but he still didn't get a reply from Dong Sheng.

The wind in the suburbs was getting stronger and stronger, Zhou Zirong tightened the fox fur wrapped around his body, stood silently in the cold night wind for a while, then suddenly turned around without saying a word, slowly walked down the lookout tower, towards himself Go to the military tent.

The spiritual lamp hanging outside the tent shook a few times.

Zhou Zirong pretended not to notice, wrapped in fox fur, covering most of his face with down, and shyly crawled into the warm tent.

There is no palm lamp in the tent, it is almost pitch black, only the cold light of a psychic lamp outside the tent can pass through, but the tent used in winter is too thick, it can't see through much, just like a firefly.

He didn't light the lamp, and walked carefully to the bedside according to his memory, and slowly took off his coats one by one, first hanging the thickest fox fur on the shelf, then the cloak, tunic, and outer robe inside. ...Finally, he lifted his quilt and lay down.

Then there was silence again, Zhou Zirong closed his eyes lightly, and there seemed to be only the sound of breathing in the air.

Suddenly he felt his body sink, and a powerful aura rushed towards his face. Zhou Zirong's heart beat rapidly, and the blood rushed to his head, only to hear a low-pitched voice with a smile exploding in his ears. : "Don't you resist?"

Zhou Zirong couldn't help smiling, and opened his eyes to see that the faint light outside the tent outlined a very faint outline of the person pressing on him. This person was staring at him with eyes that almost made him boil .

His heart was beating wildly, and he could only try his best to hold back his emotions. Fortunately, the darkness helped him cover up his almost distorted expression due to struggling, and he forced it with a vaguely trembling voice. Calmly said: "I know it's you...I smell you."

Dong Sheng propped his hands on both sides of his head, and couldn't help laughing "poof" when he heard this: "Can you still smell it? You don't want to say that I smell a lot of sweat, do you?"

In fact, not only did he have to take a hot bath every night to fall asleep in the past two days, but he also had cold hands and feet from morning to night, so he couldn't sweat.

Zhou Zirong stretched out his hand to hold the back of his neck, pulled him into his arms and hugged him tightly, closed his eyes, took a deep breath around his neck, and rubbed his hands: "You smell very good."

Dong Sheng's heart sank, his hands passed behind Zhou Zirong's neck, and he hugged him gently: "I miss you."

"Me too." Zhou Zirong leaned his head against his ear, "How did you get out?"

"My mother left me a secret passage." Dong Sheng said, "You night watchmen should be beaten. I have been wandering outside their coach's tent for so long and haven't found me."

"Yes, I will teach them a lesson later." Zhou Zirong nodded with a smile, "By the way, have you received my letter?"

Dong Sheng was stunned for a moment: "Well, some things were delayed before, and later the reincarnation was handed over to me, but it was almost out at that time, so I thought I might as well come to you directly..."

His letter originally stated that if Dong Sheng wanted to break through by force, he must contact him in advance so that he could cooperate with the outside world, but Dong Sheng just dug out the hole by himself.

Zhou Zirong turned over in his arms, pressed his head down and buried Dong Sheng's neck again, panting heavily.

Dong Sheng understood it, and happened to have the same intention, and casually said with a smile: "Just now who took off his clothes in the dark to seduce me?"

"I," Zhou Zirong said in a muffled voice, slowly groping behind Dong Sheng's waist with his hands, his voice gradually tinged with grievance, "Do you know how much I miss you... Do you know how much I have missed you during this time?" Are you scared……"

Dong Sheng was moved, and couldn't help hugging him tighter: "I know."

"Don't lie to me anymore, okay..." Zhou Zirong's deep voice trembled, as if he was terrified, he circled him even tighter, almost strangled him in his arms, "How old are you?" I'm so old, I always take this kind of risk... At least let me accompany you to think of a way."

"I'm sorry," Dong Sheng patted him on the back. For some reason, he suddenly remembered the matter of Dong Min and Jin Yun, and couldn't help feeling sour, "I will listen to you from now on."

The next morning, Dong Sheng got up from the bed with pain all over his body, and suddenly felt that the old saying is true, sex is a bone-scraping steel knife, and he was almost exhausted after a night of lingering. If it weren't for the 10 horses outside With a pestle, he didn't even bother to move a finger.

"Have you heard about the East China Sea?" Dong Sheng asked while raising his arms to ask Zhou Zirong to help him tie his belt.

"Well, I heard," Zhou Zirong said, "The general stationed sent me a letter, saying that it's fine for the time being, and I'll go back as soon as the capital stabilizes."

"That's Da Ling," Dong Sheng sighed, "Don't pretend to be confused, don't you know why the Da Ling man called at this time? You can go back directly, as long as I come out, I'll be fine. Go find Zhuo Yiming—by the way, Luo Geng is here too, what are you worried about?"

What Dong Sheng said is indeed reasonable, the capital now has the Zhuo family and Luo Geng rushing to help, once Dong Sheng breaks out, he will not be defeated anyway, but the situation in the East China Sea is pending because of the involvement of the Daling, Zhou Zirong is afraid that he will not go back It's going to happen.

Zhou Zirong surrounded him from behind: "...then you must be careful in everything."

Dong Sheng stabbed back with his right arm jokingly: "Got it."

Unexpectedly, an elbow hit Zhou Zirong's arm directly. Although Dong Sheng didn't use any force at all, he touched it softly, but Zhou Zirong's sword wound, which he thought had healed, hurt violently for a while, as if It's like the bones are going to be broken.

Dong Sheng heard a barely audible gasp from behind, and suddenly turned around in shock: "What's wrong?"

Zhou Zirong was also a little surprised, and just smiled: "It's okay."

Dong Sheng glanced at his right arm: "Injured?"

"..."

Dong Sheng suddenly remembered that he had heard about Zhou Zirong's assassination outside Donghai City, and suddenly became flustered: "Pull up your sleeves and let me see."

Zhou Zirong smiled flatteringly and said, "It's just an old wound..."

Dong Sheng said with a straight face: "Pull it up."

"..." Zhou Zirong had no choice but to slowly pull up his sleeves.

The hideous sword wound has been sewn up, even though the skin and flesh have gradually healed, it still looks a little scary, like a grinning mouth is sewn up.

It looks serious, but it's almost healed, so it should be fine.

Dong Sheng frowned and looked up at him.

Zhou Zirong was helpless: "It's really fine..."

"..." Dong Sheng sighed half-compromisingly, glanced at him, then grabbed the man's left hand and pulled him over for a hug, "You should also be careful in everything."

Suddenly Yang Ye from outside the tent came in with the curtain lifted: "General, today we..."

The three were stunned.