Dianxia Qingcheng

—A Lanyue didn't sleep for a while until the middle of the night.

A strong wind blew outside the ruined temple, making the branches and leaves of the trees rattle.

A Lanyue woke up dimly, but saw a few black figures suddenly appeared in front of him, he screamed out of fright, got up and hid

Zhao Litang was beside him, clutching his clothes tightly, trembling.

"General, general... there is a ghost..."

Those few ghosts quickly lit a candlestick, illuminating the surroundings.

A Lanyue looked over tremblingly, only to see a few beggars in ragged clothes and disheveled hair standing in front of her, looking at herself suspiciously, and then at Zhao Litang who was lying on the ground.

"Don't be afraid, children, we are not ghosts, we are humans."

— said a kind-faced old woman.

Only then did A Lanyue feel relieved, after some explanations, it turned out that he and the general had occupied the territory of this group of beggars and even slept in their straw berths.

"Sorry, grandma, we didn't know this was your place, so we'll let you out."

A Lanyue went to call Zhao Litang in a low voice, but he didn't seem to hear after calling several times, he was immersed in sleep, and his pretty brows were frowned.

The old lady saw some clues, "I'm afraid I'm sick, my face is a little red, you can feel it and see if it's hot."

A Lanyue stretched out her hand, wanting to touch Zhao Litang's forehead, but before she could touch him, she was suddenly grabbed by a hand.

Zhao Litang tightly clutched his wrist, his fingertips were hot, and he seemed to be murmuring something indistinctly.

A Lanyue bowed her head and leaned over.

"Long...memory..."

At that moment, his body froze in place, and then his shoulders trembled uncontrollably, the more he tried his best to keep himself from paying attention, then

——The murmur of the sound rang in the ear more clearly.

The person in the general's heart has never changed, so what about himself?

It's just that she followed him wishfully, entangled him, and was unwilling to let him go.

But in fact, he already planned to let go...

The old woman asked, "Son, is he calling you?"

A Lanyue straightened up, twitched the corners of her mouth, took a deep breath and said, "No..."

At this time, Zhao Litang let go of his hand and stopped murmuring.

A Lanyue stroked his forehead lightly, it was really hot. After thinking about it, it might be because he has been busy running around for the past two days, plus the medicine he took.

The effect was too strong, and my weak body couldn't bear it for a while, so it got hot.

You can't let Zhao Litang's body burn like this, you have to find a way to cool him down.

The beggars were also kind, seeing that Zhao Litang was seriously ill, they offered to give them a place to sleep, and then they went to the other side to lie down.

A Lanyue took out a handkerchief and asked where there was cold water. The grandmother said that there was a river not far from the ruined temple.

A Lanyue thanked her and went out to fetch water.

When he came back, the old lady kindly said, "Son, when you went out just now, this guy was talking in his sleep again. I leaned over and listened, but I didn't hear him clearly, so I heard him muttering..."

"Grandma," A Lanyue interrupted, with a wry smile, "Forget it...don't tell me..."

What the general would say, he knew very well in his heart, it was nothing more than the person he cared about.

Seeing that A Lanyue seemed very sad, the old grandma shut her mouth, just poked her head out, and glanced at the bright moon hanging in the night sky.

A Lanyue soaked a handkerchief in cold water, and carefully wiped Zhao Litang's arms and face. Zhao Litang stopped talking in his sleep, and the heat in his body began to dissipate slowly.

After wiping it for the last time, A Lanyue looked out, and it was already dawn.

When Zhao Litang woke up, his eyes were squinted again by the bright white light, he stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, and then sat up, only to realize that besides the two of them, there were other people in the ruined temple.

He immediately clenched his fists secretly, and carefully looked at the beggars around him. After scanning his eyes around, he saw A Lanyue who was lying on his side, sleeping soundly.

He seemed extremely insecure, curled up vigorously, hugged his knees, and fell asleep in a baby-like position, like a poor little animal abandoned by its owner.

Zhao Litang was taken aback when the word "poor" came out of his mind. A Lanyue is so pitiful. He is the prince of the barbarian tribe, and his elder brother is the leader of the barbarian tribe. If you want to be pitiful, you should also pity yourself. Now it is the defeated soldiers who are in a dangerous situation and their lives are hanging by a thread.

Zhao Litang stood up, feeling that he had slept very well last night, and his energy had recovered a lot, so he walked up to A Lanyue and kicked him, noticing that he didn't exert any force this time.

A Lanyue opened her eyes in a daze, and before she was fully awake, she was dragged up by her collar and strode out of the ruined temple.

"Are you going now?"

The old woman among the beggars woke up and asked with concern.

Zhao Litang didn't stop walking, it seemed that he didn't intend to pay attention.

A Lanyue wanted to turn around to say goodbye to her, but Zhao Litang pinched the back of her neck and turned back.

"That kid didn't sleep all night, why don't you let him sleep again..."

The two had already walked out of the ruined temple, and the voice behind them was blown away in the wind.

A Lanyue lowered her head, she didn't dare to look at Zhao Litang, and she didn't know if Zhao Litang heard what the grandmother said just now.

Bringing the horse over, Zhao Litang got on the horse first, then leaned over and picked up Alanyue by the waist, and then the horse galloped out.

The two of them didn't go straight to the next city, but rode their horses to take a detour, avoiding the city from the trail outside the city.

— On the way, Zhao Litang pursed her thin lips tightly, and frowning, she didn't know what she was thinking.

And A Lanyue has been trying to cheer up, but his eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, and his head is knocking, and if he is not paying attention, his body almost slides sideways.

Fortunately, Zhao Litang supported his waist with quick eyes and hands, and stretched out his powerful palms to the position of his abdomen and stuck them firmly.

"Sleep for a while, I'll hold you up."

A Lanyue mentioned it in one breath, and the confusion disappeared immediately. He stammered, "General... General... I'm not sleepy..."

Zhao Litang directly ordered, "Shut up, close your eyes."

A Lanyue didn't say a word anymore, and obediently closed his mouth and eyes, but after a while he was so sleepy that he became unconscious again, and his body limply leaned back.

Zhao Litang supported his body steadily with one hand, and steered the horse with the other.

When you lower your eyes slightly, you can see the white and clean face of the person in your arms, and the red crescent moon at the corner of the eye is even more eye-catching.

If it weren't for this mark, how could he be recognized by Amul...

Zhao Litang collected his mind and concentrated on his journey.

Near the afternoon, I finally saw a restaurant on the side of the road.

Zhao Litang reined in his horse and stopped, and A Lanyue just woke up.

The two of them ate and drank enough, and A Lanyue brought a lot of silver with her, so she paid some to the boss, and then the two continued on their way.

In the middle of the night, they rushed to a city.

The two found an inn to live in. They had two rooms and lived together peacefully overnight.

In the early morning of the second day, Zhao Litang somehow persuaded the innkeeper, and was able to sneak into the innkeeper's caravan with A Lanyue.

This caravan is going to escort a horse to the capital of the barbarians. The leader of the caravan is Liu Zhiyuan, the son of the innkeeper. them.

—A Lanyue was always staring at Liu Zhiyuan on the way, and even Zhao Litang noticed that something was wrong with Alanyue, so when no one was paying attention, he approached him and asked in a low voice, "What are you looking at?"

What? "

Alan Yue's ears were burned, she hurriedly lowered her head, and muttered, "General, he keeps looking at you..."

Zhao Litang was startled when he heard the words, and then looked at Liu Zhiyuan who was not far away, and saw that he was sitting behind the cargo cart, holding a scroll in his hand, as if he had just averted his eyes.

Zhao Litang looked at him a few more times, pondered for a while, and walked over directly.

A Lanyue wanted to follow, but Zhao Litang said, "You wait here."

A Lanyue obediently did not follow.

He watched Zhao Litang walk over, followed behind the cart, said something to Liu Zhiyuan, and then both of them laughed.

He tugged at his sleeve, the general had never smiled at himself like that.

He deliberately turned his eyes away, not wanting to see that annoying scholar again.

"What are you looking at again?"

A voice sounded in her ear, and A Lanyue turned her head to see that Zhao Litang had returned at some point.

"No... I didn't see anything..."

Zhao Litang followed his gaze in disbelief, it was just some flowers and plants on the side of the road, it was really nothing, so he withdrew his gaze and said nothing.

After it got dark, the caravan camped directly in the wild, set up a bonfire and started cooking.

The people around started to get busy, and A Lanyue secretly whispered to Zhao Litang, "General, it's time to give you medicine."

Zhao Litang nodded, jumped off the cart with a backhand push, and walked to the grass beside him.

A Lanyue clutched the medicine boxes on her chest, pretended to look around unintentionally, and then followed her.

The wind is blowing and the grass is moving, and the moon is shining brightly.

From time to time, soft inquiries came from the grass.

"Does it still hurt..."

"how about this……"

"I, I'll be lighter..."

"And here, also..."

Accompanied by two suppressed gasps from time to time.

Perhaps the two of them were too involved, and they didn't notice when someone approached quietly, until the sound of something falling "snapped" sounded from behind.

Zhao Litang quickly grabbed the little hand on his chest, pressed the person in front of him on his leg, and then turned around vigilantly.

Liu Zhiyuan had already stayed where he was, looking fixedly at the two people under the moonlight not far away.

The front of a chest was wide open, and it was covered with various traces, which could not be seen clearly in the dim light, but the handsome brows were full of impatience and annoyance of being disturbed by others.

The other one was petite and couldn't see his face because it was blocked by someone, but the waist that was lying across the man's leg looked slender and soft, and it looked extremely resilient even in such a twisted posture.

Liu Zhiyuan's face turned red, and he said in embarrassment, "Hold on, I'm sorry...You guys...continue..."