The general is in charge of the routine again

In the blink of an eye, spring came, the weather gradually warmed up, and the sand and dust at Jianmen Pass gradually calmed down.

Ever since Wen Mu left Jianmenguan, Cheng Liqiao has been on extreme alert. Every day, the devil trains soldiers, strengthens the city walls, reorganizes traps, and replaces all the defenses of Jianmenguan with emergency alerts.

Yang Jianxin was suspicious, and asked Cheng Liqiao several times if something happened, but Cheng Liqiao always looked at him with an expression of "what nonsense are you talking about", and said that he was afraid that Cang Yi would come to snatch A Duo chess.

Although he still had doubts in his heart, he didn't ask again.

Gao Xin's health is much better, and he resumed training. Although he is still not very cheerful, he is much better than before.

When spring came, grass began to grow at Jianmenguan. Yang Jianxin took advantage of the night training to sit on the mound and watch the moon while pulling the grass on the ground.

Now the camp clearly forbids anyone to drink alcohol, Yang Jianxin can't drink even if he wants to drink a few sips, so he can only sigh.

"Miss Master Wen?" Gao Sali sat next to Yang Jianxin, with his hands behind his back, and looked up at the moon.

The moon at Jianmenguan is very bright, and people can be seen clearly at night.

"It's been a month and he hasn't written me a letter." Yang Jianxin said dissatisfied.

Gao Sali laughed a few times, the moon in the palace is not as beautiful as the moon here.

That person must have gone crazy, and I think it is possible that the dog is so angry that he is mad.

Yang Jianxin listened to Gao Xin without saying a word, turned to look at him, not knowing what he was thinking, and stared blankly at the moon.

Yang Jianxin sighed, lying on the ground, raised his hand and began to count the stars in the sky.

There are too many stars to count, one, two, three, four—

"...170 one, 170 two—" Wen Mu lay on the roof and counted the stars.

Suddenly, more than a dozen masked men descended from the sky, and before they got close to Wen Mu, they were silenced by the hidden guards hiding at the side.

A drop of blood fell on Wen Mu's eyes, and the moon turned into a blood moon in an instant, and even the stars he counted turned blood red.

He gave a displeased "tsk" and said to himself: "The stars have also been ruined."

After finishing speaking, he stood up slowly and wiped off the drop of blood from his eyes, and the white sleeves were stained with blood.

Wen Mu frowned, stared at the bloodstain for a while, and finally patted the dirt on his clothes, ready to go down.

Xiao Yi jumped in front of Wen Mu, cupped his hands and said, "The master didn't survive, he committed suicide by taking poison."

"Go and have a look at the residence of the Ninth Prince." Wen Mu seemed a little happy at the moment, with a smile on his brows and eyes, and even his eyes were bright.

Xiao Yi silently took out a handkerchief from his bosom, put it on his hand and said: "Master, this subordinate has overstepped."

"It's okay." Wen Mu put his hand on Xiao Yi's wrist, and Xiao Yi helped Wen Mu jump off the roof.

A small lantern was lit in the carriage, it was unclear whether it was bright or not, Wen Mu was hidden in the darkness, his eyes were slightly lowered, he was playing with the purse at his waist, and he could faintly smell the fragrance on it.

Li Zhen had been waiting for Wen Mu in the courtyard. Seeing him coming in, he hurriedly stepped forward to take a good look at Wen Mu and said, "Teacher, are you okay?"

"No problem." Wen Mu said, "No injury."

"No." Li Zhen blushed and glanced at Zhan Jingpeng standing aside, "Brother Zhan protected him and was not injured."

Wen Mu raised his eyes and glanced at Zhan Jingpeng, Zhan Jingpeng was expressionless and didn't see anything.

Wen Mu snorted coldly: "Xu Cheng plays that old guy, he wants to kill people and silence him, it's a beautiful idea."

He looked at Li Zhen, "It's impossible for Li Han to give up on Lian Xiangdong, and he will definitely find a way to get rid of you and me before the third trial. I'm afraid you won't be able to live in this imperial residence, so you can live in Zhanfu tomorrow. "

Li Zhen was afraid that Zhan Jingpeng would not let him live, so when he answered Wen Mu's words, he glanced at Zhan Jingpeng quietly.

Still with a cold look, it is impossible to tell whether he agrees or disagrees.Li Zhen shook his head with a wry smile, and was about to say no more, when Zhan Jingpeng said, "Yes, we will move in tomorrow morning."

Half a month after the third trial was set by Li Han, Wen Mu knew what he wanted to do, he just wanted to delay the time so that they could kill people to silence them.

Yang Jianxin couldn't sleep well in the past few days, thinking that it had been 35 days, and Wen Mu's letter hadn't arrived yet.

He was absent-minded about training, and was dragged out by Cheng Liqiao and scolded.

Yang Jianxin felt uneasy. He couldn't wait for the letter to unite again. Cheng Liqiao suddenly guarded Jianmen Pass, and suddenly a bad thought came to him. He couldn't sit still, and ran to the main tent: "General, I want to go back to the capital!"

Cheng Liqiao, who was feeding A Duoqi, subconsciously hid the rice bowl behind him, and said unnaturally: "What nonsense are you talking about! You can go back to the capital if you want!?"

"I'll go back quietly, so that no one will recognize me." Yang Jianxin said anxiously, "I'm afraid that something will happen to Wen Mu in the capital."

Cheng Liqiao remembered what Wen Mu had said to him before he left, asking him to protect Yang Jianxin.

The situation in the capital is changing and there are many crises. Yang Jianxin will undoubtedly tie Wenmu's hands and feet when he goes back.

"No!" Cheng Liqiao roared, "If you want to make me behead, I will cut you off first!"

"But..." Yang Jianxin hadn't spoken yet, Cheng Liqiao slapped hard, and Cheng Liqiao slapped the rice bowl hidden behind him on the table. With a muffled sound, the rice bowl fell apart, and the porridge in the bowl flowed out instantly. flow on the ground.

"Hurry up and get out of your tent now, and prepare for Lao Tzu's battle defense!" Cheng Liqiao said, "If there is any news in the capital, I will tell you. You don't need to come to me, get out!"

Yang Jianxin hesitated to speak, and finally turned around and left the main tent.

When Yang Jianxin was far away, Cheng Liqiao called Lan Qi and his grandson and second grandson: "From today on, the three of you, guard Yang Jianxin for me, don't let him find out, and don't let him run back to the capital."

"Yes!" The three replied.

Yang Jianxin thought about it, and waited two more days for Wen Mu's letter, before he could ride back to Beijing quietly at night.

Even if you are going to die, you have to be with Wen Mu.

Yang Jianxin couldn't suppress the speculation in his heart for a long time.

Frowning and staring at the top of the tent, I don't know how long, my eyes are a little tired, dry and sore.

There were two knocks on the door, followed by an unfamiliar voice: "General Yang, a letter from the capital."

Yang Jianxin suddenly jumped up from the bed, hurriedly opened the door, and handed him a letter sealed with wax.

It looks very thick, and it seems to have some unique aroma of Wenmu.

Yang Jianxin took the letter, closed the door, and impatiently opened the envelope, which was very thick and contained more than a dozen sheets.

Yang Jianxin studied every word seriously, and it turned out to be Wen Mu's daily routine recorded. After reading it, Yang Jianxin felt that he seemed to have stayed by Wen Mu's side and never left.

So true.