The general is in charge of the routine again

Yang Jianxin put the small iron pot on the brazier, poured half a pot of water into it, and started to boil the water.

In the afternoon, Xu Hao disheartened and brought a pheasant to Wen Mu. Although it was not as big as the one Yang Jianxin hunted, it was enough to eat for two days.

Right now, Yang Jianxin planned to pluck the pheasant.

Wen Mu waited until Yang Jianxin came up, put down the book and saw that Yang Jianxin was sitting on the ground and oiling his scimitar.Wen Mu got out of bed, walked behind Yang Jianxin barefoot, straightened his robe, lay on his back, and rubbed the side of his face contentedly.

"Why are you so clingy recently?" Yang Jianxin asked with a smile.

"No." Wen Mu sneakily reached out to Yang Jianxin's chest, squeezed it quietly, and then he was stunned.

The two big chunks are hard and solid, and there are no such strong ones in the capital.

If he offends him in the future, half his head can be knocked off with one fist.

Wen Mu thought a lot about it, Yang Jianxin knew his little trick, just smiled and continued to polish the scimitar.

Lying on his back, Wen Mu was worried that Yang Jianxin's waist would not be able to bear it, so he sat on the ground with him, lay his head on his lap, and squeezed it under his arm slowly.

Yang Jianxin didn't seem to notice, he was concentrating on wiping the knife, and picked it up to look at the blade from time to time, this knife is really good, it has broken countless swords, guns, swords and halberds, without even a gap, it is still extremely sharp.

He pulled out a hair, put it on the blade, and it broke in two instantly.

Wen Mu was dumbfounded, and murmured: "What a sharp knife, who is more powerful than Zhan Jingpeng's Qichi knife?"

Yang Jianxin paused, and raised the knife to be at the level of his eyes, and he could clearly see his gentle eyes in the knife.

The inner self is very different from the previous self. In the past, I was like a hollow person and would not show tenderness, but unconsciously, as long as I was facing Wen Mu, I would unconsciously show tenderness. This is impossible to pretend And can't hide it.

He sighed: "Perhaps his knife is more powerful."

The Palace of the Ninth Highness of the capital.

Zhan Jingpeng stood behind Li Zhen, looking at the person kneeling on the ground expressionlessly.

The man was so frightened that he was shivering. In such a cold day, he broke out in sweat and his back was completely wet.

Li Zhen looked at the person on the ground in disbelief, staggered two steps back, and crashed into Zhan Jingpeng's arms: "Why, how could it be you?"

Zhan Jingpeng supported him, looked at him worriedly, but his other hand was already holding the knife at his waist.

"Your Highness, Your Highness..." Zhan Jingpeng raised his eyes to look at the person on the ground, his eyes were cold, and Huai Qing closed his mouth.

Li Zhen covered her eyes, choked up and said, "Huaiqing, I never thought that you would be the one who hurt me in the end. I have always treated you well..."

Huaiqing sneered, "Treat me well? Everyone of you said it was good to take me, but when my mother was beaten to death with sticks, what were you doing? You were watching, watching her being beaten to death."

Huaiqing was very calm, and looked up at Li Zhen, "You were also watching at the time. I knelt on the ground and begged you to save my mother. You were dragged out and beat me up. I remember all of this."

Li Zhen paused and shook his head: "No, that's not the case, I want to save..."

"It's nothing!" Huaiqing suddenly stood up and rushed towards Li Zhen.

Zhan Jingpeng's eyes sank, he covered Li Zhen's eyes, and in an instant Zhan Jingpeng pulled out the knife and closed it.

Huaiqing stared at Li Zhen with wide eyes, standing where he was, seemingly incredulous, then a stream of blood spurted out and splashed on Li Zhen's face.

Li Zhenyi trembled, and grabbed the hand covering his eyes, Zhan Jingpeng whispered in his ear: "It's okay, are you tired, go back to sleep, okay?"

Li Zhen nodded blankly, unable to move because of his stiffness.

Zhan Jingpeng bent down and picked him up, hugging his face in his arms, not letting him see the scene in front of him, and left.

With a sound of "bang", Huaiqing fell to the ground, choking out a mouthful of blood, and he struggled to smile. Actually, I knew that His Highness wanted to save me at that time, but I had no choice. There must always be someone to take the place of the ghost...

The sky in the capital was gloomy, and finally the first snow of the year fell at night.

Zhan Jingpeng looked at Xue, thinking about the scene of catching Huaiqing in his mind.

Huaiqing was sending a letter to the prince. After catching him, he also admitted that he was the prince's man, and he was always arranged by Li Zhen's side.

That man is gentle and elegant, with the world in mind, he is the most suitable to be an emperor among Li Yinyan's sons, but he is kind-hearted and soft-hearted.

Since it is decided to help him sit on the throne, those who cannot be done can only be done by him.

What Wenmu did for him before, should be done by him now.

As the snow fell harder and harder, Zhan Jingpeng wrote a letter and sent it to Jianmen Pass.

When the wind and sand stopped at night, Yang Jianxin took advantage of Wen Mu's sleep, got up, got dressed, and went out to check the tent.

The tent nails were a little loose, so he took a sledgehammer and hammered them in.

Wen Mu was suddenly awakened by the sound, and felt that no one around him was there.

He heard a clang outside, and then a lot of clang.

Wen Mu rubbed his eyes, no sleepiness at all, he put on his clothes and opened the door, the wind suddenly stopped outside the door, only the snow fell.

Pieces of snowflakes fell on the sledgehammer that Yang Jianxin swung with one hand. Every time he hit it, the snow on his body and the sledgehammer was shaken off. It was pounding, and the whole person became excited.

Amazing!So manly!

Yang Jianxin tilted his head, seeing Wen Mu who was smiling, subconsciously lowered his head to see if his clothes were not properly dressed, and what was exposed could make Wen Mu show such an expression.

Looking down carefully, Yang Jianxin, who didn't even show his flesh except his face, looked at him suspiciously and said, "It's cold outside, go in quickly, I'll check the tent and go in."

Lan Qi looked at him with a smile: "Sister-in-law wants to be with you."

Wen Mu and Yang Jianxin froze at the same time, looked at each other at the same time, and at the same time turned their heads to look at Lan Qi in embarrassment.

Lan Qi was taken aback for a moment, and then went to repair the tent in embarrassment.

When Lan Qi was about to finish repairing the tent, Yang Jianxin said: "Lan Qi, don't talk nonsense in the future, let me hear it next time, and practice hard."

The corner of Lan Qi's mouth twitched, thinking, well, anyway, I just can't tell the truth.

After repairing the tent, Yang Jianxin entered the tent and glanced at Wen Mu.

Wen Mu lowered his head to add firewood to the brazier, and didn't seem to have much reaction to the "sister-in-law" just now.

Yang Jianxin breathed a sigh of relief, coughed unnaturally: "Are you hungry? Do you want some supper?"

Wen Mu didn't turn her head back, she shook her head: "No, I'm not hungry, go to bed."

After speaking, he went to bed in a panic and lay in the innermost part.

Yang Jianxin smiled, it turned out that he was also a little embarrassed just like himself.

Yang Jianxin went to bed and lay down, with his back facing Wen Mu, and after lying down for a while, he turned his head and glanced at Wen Mu quietly.

Wen Mu also turned his back to him. Now he can imagine how shy Wen Mu is now. Are his ears, cheeks, and neck all red?

Yang Jianxin turned over and looked at his back. Through the light of the stove, he could faintly see that his ears seemed to be really red.

Can't see clearly.

Yang Jianxin moved forward, but still couldn't see clearly.

He kept moving until it was stuck on Wen Mu's back and he still couldn't see clearly.

He propped himself up and crawled to Wen Mu's ear. Now he could see clearly that it was indeed red. The red one was very cute and very attractive.

Yang Jianxin swallowed his saliva, his red ears seemed to be dripping with blood, he really wanted to lick him clean, to make him even redder...

Yang Jianxin stuck out his tongue, and tentatively licked his earlobe. The person under him froze, and the licked earlobe turned even redder.

Yang Jian's heart was a little unstable, and he pressed Wen Mu even tighter. Subconsciously, he opened his mouth to cover the entire earlobe.

Wen Mu exclaimed, grabbed Yang Jianxin's hand on his waist, and softly called his name.

Yang Jianxin had played enough, let go of his earlobe, Wen Mu immediately turned his head to look at him, his eyes gliding over his eyes, nose, and finally settled on his lips, the next moment, Wen Mu eagerly pressed that lip, a little clumsy but reckless kissed.

Yang Jianxin was startled, but soon came back to his senses, let out a low laugh, whispered "idiot" and hugged Wen Mu fiercely for a kiss.

In the silent tent, the sound of water interlaced, ambiguous.

The next day, Yang Jianxin went to Huotou Army to collect meals for the day before dawn.

At this time, the dust had not yet risen, Yang Jianxin practiced for a while and Wu Jin entered the tent.

Wen Mu was still sleeping. He thought he was very tired yesterday. He first cooked porridge on the stove, and then stewed chicken soup. After everything was done, Wen Mu woke up.

Wen Mu frowned slightly when he moved, Yang Jianxin didn't look at him, guessing that Wen Mu would be shy when he saw him.

Shyness is for sure, when Wen Mu remembered what he did to Yang Jianxin yesterday, his whole body burned into flames.

He covered his head, but the corners of his mouth could not be closed. He covered his face with his hands and said to himself, "It's so shameful that I did such a thing!"

Wen Mu silently called out twice, recalling Yang Jianxin's majesty, his whole body became excited again.

Pulling off the quilt, only a pair of eyes were exposed.Yang Jianxin sat on the table with a heavy back, cooking.

The more I look at it, the more I like it. Yang Jianxin looks like a precious pearl, and Wen Mu is pleasing to the eye no matter how he looks at it.

Wen Mu grinned, got up and put on his clothes, and lay on Yang Jianxin's back at once, coquettishly said: "I was bullied so hard last night, my hand is almost broken, it hurts so much now."

Yang Jianxin picked up his hand and began to rub it, the slender and fair fingers were almost worn out last night before serving him.

Yang Jianxin looked at those hands, and remembered that his hands were full of milk, which turned hot pink, his eyes darkened, and he had a unique feeling, that place of life was slowly rising again.

He blushed, and hurriedly let go of those hands, saying: "Sit down and eat quickly, after eating, rub it with essential oil."

Wen Mu noticed his change, raised his eyebrows, and sat opposite him, and the two began to eat.

As the sun rose, the wind and sand gradually rose, and after a while the tent began to shake again, but today's wind and sand were not as big as yesterday's.

Wen Mu cleaned up the table after eating, and then started to try to wash the dishes. Yang Jianxin stopped him from doing it, so he hugged Yang Jianxin and kissed him, back and forth six times, Yang Jianxin slapped his ass with a smile Said: "Little thing, I have learned badly."