Princess of the Past and Present

Riding the horse back to the barracks, Chen Sizhu and Ye Zhun and his party were about to send troops to the army to save people.

Seeing Mu Jin coming back, Ye Zhun immediately stepped forward to greet him, saying: "Your Highness, you are finally back. Hearing that you were captured by the enemy, the brothers are all worried. If you can't wait until you come back, what will happen?" We are preparing to rush into the army to save people."

Mu Jin said: "Quickly go and send an order, saying that the palace has returned safe and sound."

"Yes, the last general will go here."

After Ye Zhun left, Dong Ling, who had been restless all afternoon, immediately greeted him, "My lord! Your Highness!..." Seeing Mo Shuang in Mu Jin's arms, he asked anxiously, "My lord, what's wrong with you?"

Mo Shuang said softly, "It's just a poison that will make the whole body weak, so it's not a serious problem."

She wiped her red and swollen eyes with her sleeve, "Master, you're so worried about me."

"Why are you crying? I'm not coming back safe and sound."

Dong Ling nodded with a red nose, and there was a hint of crying in her words, "Enen, Mr. Fu has a great destiny, no matter what happens, the danger will be turned into good luck."

Mu Jin carried Mo Shuang into the main tent and put him on the couch.Mo Shuang looked at Dong Ling who followed, and said, "Go get the medicine box."

"Hmm." Dong Ling turned around and went to get the medicine box.

Mu Jin sat on the edge of the couch and tucked the corner of the quilt for him. Mo Shuang tried to sit up with his arms propped up, but his arms couldn't use much strength.

Mu Jin said warmly: "What are you doing when you get up, lie down quickly."

Mo Shuang had already sat up, "It doesn't matter."

Dong Ling brought the medicine box over, "My lord, the medicine box."

Mo Shuang said: "Put it aside first, you can fetch a basin of water later."

Dong Ling put down the medicine box and went out to fetch water again.

When water was fetched, Mo Shuang first wiped the blood on Mu Jin's wrist with a cloth towel. The blood on the strangle marks had solidified, and even the wrist bones could be seen under the worn flesh. I don't know how much effort he used at that time. .

Mu Jin held his wrist and said, "You rest, I will do it myself."

Mo Shuang said: "This injury is on your wrist, so it's inconvenient to do it yourself."

Mo Shuang carefully wiped the area around the wound. Although her slender and white hands could not use much strength, she still had the strength to apply the medicine to him.

Mu Jin watched him lower his head and meticulously bandage himself with medicine, feeling warm in his heart.Rebirth after catastrophe, even if it is an insignificant bit, can also arouse inner satisfaction.

After bandaging his wrists, Mo Shuang put the gauze back into the medicine box.Mu Jin hugged his shoulders and let him lean on his body, "That bastard Zhong Lishao humiliated you, I will definitely get it back for you in a few days."

Mo Shuang held his hand and said, "As a general of an army, you should take care of the overall situation on the battlefield, and you must not act on your will."

"Ok, I know."

Mo Shuang left his arms, "Quickly loosen your clothes, you still have wounds that haven't been healed."

Mu Jin pressed him into his arms again, "It's not too late to come back later, let me hug you first."

Ever since he was a child, no one has ever made him worry about gains and losses, wishing to bring him by his side all the time.He tried the taste of loss, it was too painful, so painful that he couldn't breathe.He had already forgotten how to survive in a world without him.

The duck that reached his mouth ran away, and Zhong Lishao was full of anger.Thinking of this later, I felt strange. Mu Jin obviously escaped from the main tent. Even though he passed through the main tent, there was a heavily guarded camp outside. Thousands of soldiers were waiting for him, but no one saw him. He fled, and sent people to search everywhere, but there was no sign of them. Could it be that he still has the invisibility technique?

Thinking of the fire that suddenly ignited in the main camp tent and the hit I had for no reason, the more I thought about it, the more I felt something was wrong.

Zhong Lishao narrowed his eyes and looked at the masked man, "Tell me, is there a ghost?"

The masked man said in a deep voice: "Then Yin Moshuang has learned the Tao for many years and knows how to cast spells. What His Highness saw today may have been conjured by him."

Zhong Lishao still felt that something was wrong, "But Bengong gave him medicine, so it stands to reason that he will not be able to exert any strength at that time, how can he cast spells?"

"This……"

Zhong Lishao glanced at the masked man, and said: "Go and check again, I want to see who did it."

The masked man cupped his hands, "The humble job takes orders."

Mu Jin left the camp early in the morning and personally led the troops to practice.

Mo Shuang's strength still hasn't fully recovered, but she can walk without any serious problems.

Pulling the curtain out of the main camp tent, I heard the "humming, hahaha" drills of the soldiers from a distance.On the grass by the creek under the hill, Mu Jin led his soldiers to practice.Mo Shuang stood on the hill, quietly watching the people below.

Suddenly, his pretty eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he covered his mouth and coughed lightly.

After coughing a few times, it stopped.However, the fishy sweet taste in his mouth, and the bloodstains on his hands that looked like Bianhua flowers, could not be covered up no matter what.

He hid himself behind the thriving tree beside him, took out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve, and wiped off the blood on his lips and hands, with a calm and calm expression, as if he didn't think it was strange.

Put away the bloody silk handkerchief, and come out from behind the tree.Glancing at Mu Jin who was leading the soldiers to practice by the creek, there was a hint of worry in his eyes.He knew that his time was short, but he never dared to tell Mu Jin, fearing that he would not be able to bear it.

His fate seems to have been doomed long ago. When he was young, he was weak and sick. Later, he entered a Taoist temple and practiced Taoism to prolong his life.But after all, the life span cannot be extended all the time, and there will be an end.

He has been weak since he was born, and his internal organs can't bear a little stimulation. He can't eat meat, drink alcohol, let alone get angry. Even a small amount of anger will damage his internal organs.

It is precisely because of this that there is Mo Shuang, who is pure and ascetic today, and is weaker than anyone else.

Mu Jin, who was leading the soldiers to practice by the stream, seemed to sense someone watching him, and turned his head to look at Mo Shuang on the hill, and slowly smiled. Mo Shuang looked at his smile and smiled back.

Mu Jin personally led the troops to practice in the morning, and continued to practice martial arts in the afternoon, with Mo Shuang guiding them.After being attacked by the masked man under the waterfall that day, Mu Jin learned his lesson and chose the grass not far from the barracks to practice his sword.

In mid-spring, the vegetation is flourishing, and occasionally one or two delicate wild flowers sway among the green grass.Mu Jin was dressed in blue, and Mo Shuang was dressed in white. Among the green grass and wild flowers, their sleeves fluttered like two butterflies playing.

Back at the barracks at night, Mu Jin stood in front of the desk, concentrating on a topographical map. His slender fingers slid across the sheepskin map, and his eyes became deep.

After reading a book, Mo Shuang made a pot of tea herself, sat by the desk, and looked at Mu Jin who was studying the topographic map over there.The man had a pair of beautiful sword eyebrows, and the brows were slightly frowned, as if he was thinking about something.

Xu Shi practiced too much sword today, and his shoulders were a little sore. He raised his hands and squeezed them, looked up from the topographic map, and met those beautiful eyes.

Mo Shuang was absent-minded for a moment, a slight smile floated on Mu Jin's lips, and the slightly frowned brows also relaxed.

Mo Shuang unhurriedly picked up a cup of steaming tea, "Dongting Biluochun just brewed, do you want to try it?"

"It's just right, I'm thirsty." Mu Jinti walked to the chair beside the table and sat down. Mo Shuang poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to him with both hands.

Mu Jin took it, smelled it on the tip of his nose, and then took a sip, the mouth was full of tea fragrance, "The fragrance is like laurel, and the taste is like rain. So it tastes like this."

Mo Shuang put down the teacup in her hand and looked at Mu Jin, "Is this the first time Your Highness drinks this tea?"

"It should be said that this is the first time I drink the tea you brewed." Mu Jin said.

Mo Shuang smiled without saying a word.

Mu Jin took another sip of tea, slowly closed his eyes, and savored carefully.When he opened his eyes, he saw Mo Shuang standing up, and he walked around behind him.

Mu Jin turned his head, "What's wrong?"

"Don't move." Mo Shuang put his hands on his shoulders, kneading his shoulders moderately.

After being pinched by Moshuang, the soreness in the shoulders gradually disappeared, and the blood flowed through the whole body unimpeded, comfortable and relaxed.Presumably, he just squeezed his shoulders unintentionally, and he would squeeze his shoulders for him when he saw it.

Thinking of the first time Mo Shuang was asked to pinch his shoulders, it was just a quick talk and an excuse, but he didn't expect him to do it without complaint.With the first time there will be the second time, and the third time.By now, it seems to be a natural thing.

Just like two couples who have been together for many years.

Mu Jin couldn't help but think of the scene 30 years later. They all have black hair and white hair, and there are traces of time on their faces, but when their eyes meet, they are smiling, and they still have Lingxi's love in their hearts.

Thinking of such a scene, a smile appeared on Mu Jin's lips again, and he put down the teacup and held the slender white hand on his shoulder.Mo Shuang, whose hands were being held, paused and stopped kneading.

Mu Jin stood up, looked at Mo Shuang and said, "Sit down."

"Ok?"

"Just sit down."

Mo Shuang sat where Mu Jingang sat.Mu Jin let go of his hand, stroked the black hair on his shoulder to the back bit by bit, put his hands on his shoulder and imitated his movements and kneaded.

Mo Shuang pressed the hand on his shoulder, turned her head and said to the people behind her: "You have been tired all day, take a rest earlier."

"What, are you uncomfortable?"

"My shoulders are not sore."

Mu Jin said: "I thought you disliked my craft."

"How come."

"Since it's not, then sit down." After saying that, Mu Jin began to pinch his shoulders again.

Mu Jin persisted, and Mo Shuang let him go.

Regarding the crusade against the Piao army, Mu Jin summoned the soldiers under his command to discuss in the camp.

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