Born short-lived

Although I know that Dong Sheng, an illiterate man, will always write a few lame poems with enthusiasm from time to time, but Zhou Zirong still can't help but feel warm when he reads this.

After all, his attention was completely on the last two sentences, and he couldn't help thinking: This kid, did he do it on purpose?

Whether it was intentional or not, I am afraid that only Dong Sheng knows at the moment.And no matter how itchy Zhou Zirong was, His Royal Highness, who was caught in the war in northern Xinjiang, would have no way of knowing.

The Panyang people wanted to take advantage of the fire to loot, but they bumped into a hard rock and hit themselves with a black nose and a swollen face. In the end, the road was blocked, so they thought of such a deviant way.

Zhou Zirong opened the drawer on the top of the table, and there was a beautifully carved wooden box inside. He took off the ink jade chime hanging from his neck, and a dark red rope hung from the small jade chime. The strangely shaped small bronze stick, those who didn't know it thought it was an accessory of the jade chime.

The little thing is very thin, at most as thick as two embroidery needles put together, and there are some small uneven teeth on it that resemble tenon and tenon joints, which are the keys for this wooden box at the beginning.

There is nothing else in the wooden box, just all kinds of letters that Dong Sheng sent to him over the years, regardless of public or private, as long as they are from that person, Zhou Zirong will store them like treasures, It was neatly stacked in this wooden box, and now there is a thick stack even if you weigh it with your hands.

Zhou Zirong is probably the only one who is rare in Dongsheng's group of "calligraphy" like a group of demons dancing wildly.

He put the letter he had just read in his hand into his "squad", lightly closed the wooden box lid, turned the lock back, and then heaved a sigh of relief, and closed the drawer contentedly .

After Zhou Zirong settled those "priceless treasures", he remembered to settle himself properly.He loosened his belt and slowly turned around and sat on his own bed. As soon as he opened the hem of the dark robe, a fresher and thicker smell of blood came to his face.

He clicked his tongue, leaned forward and took off his blood-stained coat, rubbed it whole and threw it on the floor beside him. He looked down at his inner coat that was stuck to the wound by blood. After a short pause, he decisively tore off the stuck cloth from the wound.

With a "hiss", he gasped, no matter how rough his skin was, he couldn't help but feel his scalp numb from the pain.

He frowned and looked at the bloody knife edge on his side. The Yangren's broken dart was actually able to bloom, and as soon as the knife tip touched the flesh, it burst into several narrow sharp blades. Fortunately, Zhou Zirong was slightly sideways. Take a turn, or I'm afraid I'll have my intestines pierced.

It's also thanks to the fact that the people of Panyang are too confident in this kind of dart, so they didn't put poison on it.

However, Zhou Zirong has been fighting on the battlefield all year round, and it is common for him to get a little injury.He bent down and took out a medicine box from under the bed with ease. He didn't know which tendon was touched when he took the medicine wine to disinfect. He took out the jade pendant again, thought for a while, and slowly took half of it into his mouth.

The cold touch spread on the tip of his tongue, and he couldn't help but startled, and he didn't dare to use too much force, and gently bit the warm jade pendant with his teeth.At this time, Zhou Zirong didn't know what was going on in his mind, the pouring of the medicinal wine as strong as soju on the bloody wound only made him tremble, and his attention was still drifting away.

The jade pendant seemed to have some kind of special magical power, just holding it in his mouth, it could make his heart beat like a drum for nothing.The hand pouring the medicinal wine trembled unconsciously, and the strong-smelling brown liquid splashed on his pants. He looked down reflexively, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

Zhou Zirong looked at the abnormally excited thing under his waist with complicated emotions, wrapped the wound with a bandage indiscriminately without saying a word, and lay down with his clothes on.

He does encounter this kind of thing from time to time, after all, he is a man with normal physiology, so he will definitely not be able to escape these vulgar desires, but this time he still has the jade pendant from Dong Sheng in his mouth, so it especially makes his blood rush.

Zhou Zirong was lying sideways facing the wall, holding the jade pendant with one hand and pressing it against his lips, while the other hand followed the technique in his memory to relieve his desire. His mind was full of the figure of that person, fresh clothes and angry horses. The look of being lazy, the look of sluggishness, the look of half-faded clothes...

Dong Sheng, who was far away in northern Xinjiang, didn't know that he had become someone else's obsessive object. At this moment, he suddenly sneezed, frowned, rubbed his nose, and clicked his tongue: "Catch a cold?"

Hearing the past life, he put down the topographical map in his hand, sneered mercilessly, and uttered a sarcastic remark: "You are standing on the wall wearing a cold armor at midnight, who will catch a cold if you don't catch a cold?"

It's late autumn now, and the frost is coming soon. If you wash your hands and don't dry them on weekdays, your skin will crack if you let the cold wind blow outside.Autumn in the north is dry and cold. The most feared thing in the barracks at this time is fire. Three times of water are sprinkled a day, and there are always people on watch in the middle of the night.

"Your Highness, your ginger soup is ready." Zhuo Yiming walked towards him carrying a large tray with a bowl of dark red ginger soup on it, steaming white in the cold wind, "According to what you said Yes, let the cook add more brown sugar."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Dong Sheng said indifferently, picked up the bowl with one hand, and took a sip carefully, his lips were already very chapped, but now they were soaked in spicy ginger juice, and even more so. It was so hot that I couldn't help but feel a pain.

It was past midnight now, and their tent was still brightly lit.Dong Sheng asked Zhuo Yiming to put down the plate to look at it, and then pointed at him at the Bauhinia Pass on the map: "From here, should we go north or west?"

Zhuo Yiming was taken aback for a moment, looked up at Dong Sheng to make sure he wasn't joking, saw Dong Sheng's serious expression, hurriedly lowered his head and didn't dare to look at him again, and said with trepidation, "Your Highness... "

"Say."

"Yes," Zhuo Yiming couldn't help wiping off the cold sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, stared at the defense map nervously for a long time, and finally murmured uncertainly, "North...?"

There was a moment of silence in the tent, Dong Sheng folded his arms and stared at the boy whose face turned pale with fright for a while, before finally smiling calmly.

Children can be taught.

"Okay, you go back and rest first." Dong Sheng still couldn't see any joy or anger on his face, and he didn't say whether what he said was right or wrong.

Zhuo Yiming was very frightened by his sudden test, and when he heard that he could go back, he didn't care whether the answer just now was right or not, so he bowed to Dong Sheng and Wang Sheng, he hurriedly put some oil on his feet, and didn't dare to touch his head. back to go out.

Now that most of the north has been fought back, morale is at its peak, and it is time to go all out, obviously just captured a city yesterday, but Dong Sheng decided to take a rest for a night and continue to go north.

"How about the armament?"

Xiangsheng nodded: "You don't need to worry about this, I have already told you everything, and it will be ready before nightfall."

After thinking about it for a while, looking at the direction Zhuo Yiming had just left, he suddenly said, "What do you think of that kid?"

"What do you think?" Dong Sheng smiled casually, "He will be the coach of Beijiang in the future."

The past life clicked his tongue, and smiled approvingly: "I hope to be more successful than his father."

[The author has something to say: Did the meat dregs feel it haha!

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