The general is in charge of the routine again

The sun slanted westward, dyeing a patch of red on the horizon.

The streets were bustling with each other, and the noisy Wen Mu had a headache.

He got out of the quilt lazily, opened the wooden window, and suddenly a gust of cold wind blew in, making him shiver.

Lifting the curtain of the car, it is a small town that is not prosperous, and the clothes of the people on the street are not as good as those in Beijing.

It looks a little bland.

Wen Mu closed the window and said: "Let's rest here tonight, let Xiaoqi and others prepare some dry food, and set off early tomorrow morning."

The little one outside the car responded and found a decent inn to stay.

Xiao Wu asked for hot water, and fumbled to give Wen Mu medicine.

It had been seven days since he left the capital, and his injury barely healed, not as fast as when Yang Jianxin took care of him.

Xiao Wu applied a hot towel to Wen Mu's wound, took it off after a while, went back and forth several times, put on the medicine, wrapped it in gauze, and dressed him.

Xiao Wu didn't say a word, just kept his head down and was busy.

Wen Mu walked to the window, pushed it away, and there was an alley.

There are several families living there, the children are playing in the courtyard, and the mother reprimands them a few words. This is a scene that has never appeared in Beijing. It seems that he has experienced it before, but he has been blacked out by the palace, and he has forgotten his previous self.

Wen Mu sighed and said, "How many more days will it take to reach Jianmen Pass?"

"Back to the master, according to the current journey, there are still about seven days."

Wen Mu frowned slightly: "Speed ​​up tomorrow and shorten the schedule."

"Master, your body..."

"No problem." Wen Mu moved his arm a little, causing a slight pain in his chest.

The sky gradually darkened, and the town gradually became quiet along with the darkness.

The further you go to Jianmenguan, the drier the day and the colder the night.

Wen Mu was a little chilly, and curled up under the blanket, unwilling to move.

Xiao Qi and the others bought dry food and went to rest early after eating.

Early the next morning, after Wen Mu washed his face and had breakfast, they started on the road.

Today's weather is a bit bad, dark clouds are pressing on the head, and the wind is blowing.Hearing the wind, he felt that it was very cold outside.

The carriage drove so fast that Wen Mu almost threw up.But after only an hour, Wen Mu's wound started to hurt a little.

He took a look at the wound and found that it was not open. In order to get to Jianmen Pass as soon as possible, Wen Mu could only endure the pain and spread a few more quilts, which made it a little better.

After traveling like this for four days, the gloomy weather finally broke out on the fifth day.

A heavy rain suddenly fell when they entered Jianmen Pass.

Xiao Qiba hurriedly put clothes and other things that were afraid of rain into the carriage.

The originally not very spacious carriage seemed a bit crowded.

The rain was too heavy to continue on the road, so Xiaoba and the others simply unloaded the carriage, tied the carriage firmly to the ground with ropes, and tied seven or eight of them back and forth to ensure that the strong wind would not wind the carriage away before stopping.

They also nailed their own horses to the high slope, and the eight of them huddled under the carriage in coir raincoats, watching the rain at any time.

Wen Mu was a little worried when he heard the rain crackling on the carriage.

Jianmenguan is close to the desert, and every year there will be a heavy rain, which lasts for several days, and then it will not rain for a year.

I heard from Yang Jianxin that sometimes there is no snow for a whole winter, so the environment at Jianmen Pass is the worst.

No wonder Yang Jianxin's hands were so chapped when he first went to the capital.

Wen Mu forcefully put the package into the collapsed cabinet, knocked on the floor of the car and said, "Come in."

The little eight and eight people had a pair of eyes, got out of the bottom of the car, and got into the carriage one by one.

When entering, he obediently took off his coir raincoat and hung it on the roof of the car, took off his boots and put them outside.

There were eight neat people sitting in the carriage, not daring to move.

The carriage seemed even smaller, and he was a little out of breath.

Fortunately, the carriage is twice the size of ordinary people's carriages, otherwise Wen Mu wouldn't be able to lie down and sleep tonight.

"How far is it from the barracks?"

Suddenly hearing Wen Mu's words, the eight people were obviously taken aback, and looked at each other, Xiaoyi replied: "It's less than ten miles away, and you can see the camp from a high place."

Wen Mu nodded: "If the rain is lighter tomorrow, go to the barracks and find General Cheng Liqiao, and ask him to send Yang Jianxin to pick us up."

Xiao Yi responded, and the carriage became quiet again, leaving only the heavy rain raging outside the carriage.

The carriage wobbled, as if it was about to be blown away, and water began to seep in the corners. Wen Mu took a look, and Xiaosan moved the quilt sensibly.

A few people ate some dry food casually, but Wen Mu was fed by Yang Jianxin, and he couldn't eat the hard steamed buns anyway.

There was no other way, Xiao Liu could only use the small stove that was usually used to make tea to boil water, put some sucrose, broke the steamed buns into small pieces, and put them in a bowl.

Wen Mu reluctantly ate a few mouthfuls, covered herself with the quilt and went to sleep.

It's too humid.

Wen Mu tossed and turned in the middle of the night and couldn't sleep, the quilt seemed to be soaked in water, it was damp and heavy.

It made him a little breathless.

Xiaoqi handed the stove to Wen Mu: "Master, do you want a stove?"

Wen Mu stretched out his hand to take it, it was hot, it should be the charcoal just put in, and it was not as damp as before when it was placed under the quilt.

Yang Jianxin, who was ten miles away, stared wide-eyed in the dark, his thin cheekbones protruded, and he looked vicissitudes.

He doesn't know what's wrong, he misses Wen Mu very much today, and now he still can't figure it out, why Wen Mu doesn't like him when they get along well.

Time is still too short.

As long as he gets used to the point where he can't live without him, he can stay by his side forever.

Yang Jianxin hugged his head and bumped it against the pillow a few times.

How can I go back to the capital again?

Even if Wen Mu is not happy to see him again, he can still find a way to make him unable to leave him. Anyway, Wen Mu can only be his in this life.

Yang Jianxin knocked his head with a headache, got up and opened the window, the rain mixed with yellow sand instantly blew on his face, which made his whole brain clear up a bit, and the headache was not as severe as before.

The tree was blown by the wind and rain, and it was terrible at night.

Yang Jianxin touched the concentric bracelet and murmured: "Since you don't like me, why did you give me the concentric bracelet? The concentric bracelet is a bracelet that only married couples will wear forever. Wen Mu, what do you think? ."

The only answer to him was the torrential rain, which swallowed his voice and drowned it in the rain.

Yang Jianxin stood again until dawn.

Lan Qi had already gotten used to the strangeness, and left after patrolling, and would not try to enlighten him like he did a few days ago.

Yang Jianxin changed out of his wet clothes, put on a coir raincoat, and walked around in the rain with a machete.Today's rain was not as heavy as last night, and water was dripping on the leaves. Yang Jianxin stood under the tree, enjoying the feeling of raindrops dripping on the coir raincoat.

Water drops through stone, Yang Jianxin said to himself silently in his heart, be patient, Yang Jianxin must be patient, water drop through stone is not a day's work.

After standing for a while, I got up and went up to the city tower. The yellow sand outside the city was silent, only the ditch washed out by the rain. Overlooking the distance, Jianmenguan in the rain seemed to have changed into new clothes, fresh and pleasant.

Lan Qi and Fang Zhijie went up to the gate tower together, seeing Yang Jianxin standing on it in a daze, they looked at each other, and went down the gate tower tacitly.

Fang Zhijie pondered for a while, but he still couldn't figure it out: "Lan Qi, why do you think that General Yang became depressed after returning to the capital?"

Lan Qi smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "I'm sick of lovesickness."

"Ah?" Fang Zhijie was surprised, "General Yang has someone he likes?"

"No, but it seems that people despise him."

"Who doesn't know what's good!" Fang Zhijie said, "We General Yang is such a good man, we won't suffer if we marry him!"

Lan Qi was about to speak when he suddenly heard someone shouting outside the city: "General Yang! My master is trapped on the mountain, please go and rescue General Yang!"

When Lan Qi heard it, the voice was unfamiliar, and the accent was not from Jianmenguan, so he ran up immediately.

Fang Zhijie also ran up.

The rain gradually had a tendency to stop, and the tower was a little slippery. Fang Zhijie almost slipped when he went up, and he helped the soldiers on the side to stabilize his body.

He looked under the gate of the city, and there was a cold-faced man in black and coir raincoat, riding a brown horse, looking up at Yang Jianxin.

Yang Jianxin naturally knew the person under the city, he was Xiaoyi.

Why is Xiaoyi here?He just mentioned the master, did Wen Mu also come?

Has Wen Mu come to look for him?

Yang Jianxin was overjoyed for a while, but then thought that Wen Mu wished to stay away from him, how could he come to him?

The eyes that had just lit up darkened again.

The chest is stuffy, and the heart still hurts after a month.

He still couldn't let go of Wen Mu, he attacked and attacked, and finally he was the one who got into the deepest.

Yang Jianxin clenched his hands tightly, his nails tingling slightly in his palm.

Taking a deep breath to settle her messy mind, she said to Lan Qi, "Take ten people and go with me."

Riding the horse galloping in the rain, Yang Jianxin was looking forward to seeing Wen Mu, but at the same time he didn't know how to face him.

He tangled all the way until he saw the carriage parked on the top of the hill, the entanglement dissipated in an instant, and he wished he could run to the car immediately and hold the person inside in his arms.

But not yet, it will make Wen Mu even more annoying.

Yang Jianxin looked at the carriage sadly, his eyes seemed moist again, astringent and hot.

He stared at the carriage, and Xiao Yi was also waiting for him.

Xiao Liu suddenly opened his eyes, opened the car door and saw a dozen people parked at the bottom of the slope, about a hundred meters away from them.

Xiao Liu retracted and said, "Master, General Yang is here."

Wen Mu, who was reading a book, paused, immediately got up and walked out of the car, opened the door, and met Yang Jianxin's eyes with Xingyaoqian's eyes.

There is some pain in the eyes, and the person is thinner and darker.

Wen Mu had a sore nose and held back his mouth.Before anyone could help him out of the car, he jumped out of the car and ran down the slope regardless.

There is a ditch flowing down the slope, neither deep nor shallow.Wen Mu stepped on it, and the water instantly wetted the trouser legs, and fell into the water with a "plop".

The whole person looked extremely embarrassed.

Yang Jianxin was startled, he jumped off the horse and ran towards Wen Mu before he could even react.

He picked him up from the water at once, hurriedly checked whether he was injured, and couldn't help nagging: "You are reckless, what should you do if you are injured!"

Wen Mu held back her mouth, hugged Yang Jianxin, and said aggrievedly, "It hurts so much~"

When Yang Jianxin heard it, he became even more anxious: "Where does it hurt, let me see quickly."

"Hands hurt, knees hurt." Wen Mu spread out his hands, and there were long scars running across his hands, glowing pink.

Yang Jianxin didn't know what kind of mood he was in, he was sour, and his heart ached again.

Xiao Wu and the others set up the carriage, Yang Jianxin saw that he was not injured, and carried him into the carriage.

Wen Mu hugged Yang Jianxin's neck and never let go.

Yang Jianxin tugged, but Wen Mu held back his mouth, so wronged that he wanted to cry.

Sighing helplessly, he said, "Master Wen, please respect yourself."

When Wen Mu heard that Yang Jianxin stopped calling him to admire him and made him respect himself, he felt even more aggrieved instantly, his heart was sour, and he wanted to cry.

Does Yang Yang not like him?Not even the first name.

Yang Jianxin couldn't see him being wronged, so he turned his eyes away from him.