Born short-lived

Seeing that it was about to get tired again, Dong Sheng glanced back from the corner of his eye and found that the door was not closed tightly, so he quickly patted Zhou Zirong on the shoulder to make him let go first.

Dong Sheng turned around and closed the door, and suddenly sneezed.

Zhou Zirong: "Are you caught cold?"

Dong Sheng rubbed his nose, and said in a low voice: "It's okay, the wind blows,"

In fact, it was infected when I was fishing for the princess at Liushangtai. The princess was not feeling well, and he was soaked all over. When I went back that night, I was cold. I am not seventeen or eighteen years old, maybe it is Tiangang Lingwu. Because of this, in the past two years, he feels that his health is not as good as before. A small problem has not healed after so many days. He remembers that before he was 15 years old, he swam shirtless in the East China Sea in the cold winter without sneezing.

Zhou Zirong hurried over and closed the doors and windows tightly: "I'll ask someone to make some ginger tea for you later."

"Success." Dong Sheng was not polite at all, he found a comfortable soft couch in the room and sat down, took off his cloak and handed it to Zhou Zirong who came over.

The weather is not too warm, and Dong Sheng can't stand the wind, so the cloak is very heavy. Zhou Zirong habitually stretched out his right hand to pick it up, but just as soon as he moved his arm, he suddenly retracted it, and switched to his left hand to grab Dong Sheng's hand. The big cloak inside——this slight strangeness was caught by Dong Sheng at a glance. Zhou Zirong held the cloak but found that Dong Sheng didn't let go at all, and his eyes were fixed on him.

Zhou Zirong sighed, tugged with his left hand, and Dong Sheng slowly loosened his fingers, and asked Zhou Zirong to take the cloak away and hang it on the shelf.

"Are you injured again?" Dong Sheng asked.

"No, just before."

Dong Sheng was even more anxious: "The injury hasn't healed yet?"

While stretching the folds of the cloak, Zhou Zirong answered him as lightly as possible: "It's okay, the doctor said that you should try not to exert too much force."

Dong Sheng knew him well, and he knew that it must not be so light and light. Suddenly, an unknown fire rushed up, and he habitually said in the tone of giving orders to others: "Come here and show me!"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he regretted a little. The tone was too strong, which probably embarrassed Zhou Zirong.

However, Zhou Zirong has always been physically strong. It has been more than two months since he was born with many knives, and he dare not even lift heavy clothes.

"Okay..." Zhou Zirong didn't feel awkward at all, he just smiled helplessly, then leaned up to Dong Sheng cheekily, sat next to Dong Sheng cheekily, raised his right arm, "No."

Dong Sheng glanced at him distractedly, saw Zhou Zirong's eyes were staring straight at him, then lowered his head to help him roll up his sleeves, revealing the newly changed clean gauze underneath.

Dong Sheng cautiously pressed his fingers three inches above his elbow through the gauze, and asked as softly as possible: "Does it hurt?"

Zhou Zirong looked at him with a smile: "It hurts~."

"..." Dong Sheng didn't bother to look at him anymore, "How did you get hurt?... What did the doctor say specifically?"

"Hey, it's nothing serious, it's just a muscle injury. The doctor said that we need to take care of it for a while," Zhou Zirong put his arms around Dong Sheng's shoulders, and coaxed, "Oh, it's okay, the muscle injury will take at least a hundred days. .”

Knives and bruises are not a small problem, Dong Sheng said displeased: "Don't lie to me."

"I didn't lie to you," Zhou Zirong smiled, "Hey, guess how many people we captured from Daling in Beihaiguan?"

Dong Sheng knew that he was determined to change the subject, so he gave him a resentful glance, his hand was still stroking the gauze on Zhou Zirong's arm, and said resentfully: "How many people?"

In fact, he probably knew how much it was. It was written in the battle report that three Daling ships were captured and another twenty ships were sunk.

"One hundred thousand."

"One hundred thousand?!" Dong Sheng suddenly raised his head, "Didn't you say..."

"Most of their boats sank in Beihaiguan, and they were basically fished out of the water." Zhou Zirong said, "Some of them are from Panyang, and guess what..."

Dong Sheng looked at his mysterious expression and couldn't help feeling a little funny: "What's wrong?"

Zhou Zirong said: "One of them is ours, do you still remember the last time we went to Panyang as an envoy?"

Speaking of this, Dong Sheng couldn't help frowning—remember, how could he not remember, when he was imprisoned in the black water prison, Zhou Zirong and a group of old men were intercepted by "sea bandits" at sea, but It was a blessing in disguise, so they didn't go to Chengpanyang. Panyang was in turmoil at that time, and almost none of the missions from dozens of countries that came to visit, except Daling, could escape unscathed. An old man who can't carry his hands, if something happens to him...

"Didn't you send a few hidden stakes to Panyang after that, and there are still a few who haven't been withdrawn," Zhou Zirong paused, "One of them is among our batch of prisoners of war." "How is it possible... "Dong Sheng choked in the middle of his words. After thinking about it carefully, there is nothing impossible. After Panyang's new emperor ascended the throne, he cut off his connection with Huaxu. Fanling, it is also difficult to inquire about information secretly, and it is even more difficult to pass on information. Now at this juncture, we must try our best to get it back.

Dong Sheng pondered for a moment, his expression became a bit serious: "Then he now..."

Zhou Zirong hugged his arm tightly: "It's okay, it's still ours, I asked him to write me a copy of what he knew."

Dong Sheng heaved a sigh of relief, Zhou Zirong was taller than him, so he naturally leaned his head on Zhou Zirong's shoulder, and gently kneaded Zhou Zirong's right knuckles with his hands: "Then Woolen cloth?"

"You know Chi Yun?"

Dong Sheng thought for a while: "You mean the old man?"

When Zhou Zirong participated in the Sifang Federation in Daling, he had a face-to-face meeting with Chi Yun in the Baijing Maple Leaf Garden. , but it is an out-and-out tough bone.

"That's right," Zhou Zirong continued, "After Panyang's new emperor ascended the throne, he fled due to civil strife, and took one of Panyang's most elite fleets with him when he fled."

The little emperor is not awake, so it is impossible for the old man not to be sober. He knows the consequences of breaking up with Hua Xu, and he absolutely cannot bear it.

Dong Sheng looked up at him: "So you mean..."

"I sent someone out to look for him, but he came to the door by himself," Zhou Zirong said with a smile, "Yesterday he took that fleet to the Maritime Office on Tiankui Island."

Dong Sheng made a gesture to sit up from his arms: "Really?"

Zhou Zirong refused, and pulled him to lean on his shoulder again: "Then there is still a fake? It's time to go to Yanhai Customs in these two days. Go and see him later."

"Well," Dong Sheng nodded slightly, "By the way, speaking of meeting people, Jiang Huaikong is back, and he's in Yueming Palace right now."

"Well, then..."

Before Zhou Zirong finished speaking, Dong Sheng continued: "He brought back another person, you must meet him."

Zhou Zirong asked, "Who?"

"Jiang Huailan."