Muhan Shuangcheng

Lin Qingyue left Zuixiang Building, and hired a sedan chair and went straight to the military camp outside the city. He was so impatient that he was too slow to ride a horse, but he was injured, so he could only sit and sway sedan chair.

When we arrived at the barracks, it was already dark and the night was dark. There was a bunch of torches in the east and a bunch of torches in the west. Lin Qingyue stood at the entrance, troubled. He seldom came here. He's not from the army, so it's not good to go in and out too much. Second, he doesn't have any business to come here. The few times he came here, he was looking for Mu Han. He really didn't look for Zhang Linming, and he didn't know where he lived. .

After standing in place for a while, he walked towards Mu Han's camp according to the path he remembered. Fortunately, among so many camps, he finally arrived.

"Who?" There was a majestic shout, and then a long spear was placed across his chest, the tip of the spear gleamed with silver light under the firelight and moonlight, as if it was about to plunge into someone's body at any time.Lin Qingyue was so frightened that she stopped in her tracks, her heart was pounding, and she looked in the direction of the sound with some shock.

"Mr. Lin? You are so late at night, why are you here?" It was a soldier who saw that it was Lin Qingyue, put away the spear in his hand, and asked, "Our general has been back to the city at night, and now he is not Not in the camp." Thinking that he was looking for Mu Han, he informed Mu Han of his whereabouts.

"So it's you, are you trying to scare me to death?" Lin Qingyue said calmly when she saw that it was a soldier.

The personal soldier arched his hands, gave a salute, and smiled apologetically, "It's my responsibility, I hope Mr. Lin will forgive me..."

"Okay, okay, I'm not looking for your general this time, where is Deputy General Zhang? Take me to him." Lin Qingyue waved her hand, not wanting to talk nonsense with the soldiers.

As soon as the guard raised his head, he saw the dried blood on Lin Qingyue's chin, and was taken aback. No wonder he was out of breath, because he was injured. "Mr. Lin, you are injured..."

"Hmm...Hurry up and lead the way...cough cough..." Lin Qingyue coughed again in a panic.

"Mr. Lin, please." The soldier didn't ask any more questions, made a "please" gesture, and led the way ahead.

After walking for about half a cup of tea, "Young Master Lin, here we are. This is the camp of Vice General Zhang."

Lin Qingyue looked at the pitch-black tent in front of her, and it was not time to rest, "Why is it pitch-black?"

"This... this little one doesn't know..." The soldier rubbed his nose.

"Is anyone else in there?"

"Small... I don't know..." The soldier lowered his eyes.

"Forget it, let's go down first." I don't know if I don't know, I'd better come by myself.

Lin Qingyue's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, as if someone was beating a chest drum in her body, "thumping", and her hands and feet were a little weak.He took a deep breath, collected himself, and died, anyway, they all came here.

Opening the curtain, the tent was pitch black, Lin Qingyue closed her eyes, and when her eyes got used to it, she could only see blurry outlines in front of her eyes, so she wouldn't bump into things.Stretching forward, walking in small steps in the dark like a blind person, the rapid heartbeat seemed to be amplified in the quiet tent, caressing the chest, feeling the violent ups and downs, as if it would jump out of the chest in the next moment Same.

"Who?" A low and hoarse male voice sounded in the dark and quiet tent, and Lin Qingyue jumped up in fright. She felt as if she had bumped into something under her feet. There was a sound, "Who is there? Don't make a sound, don't blame me for being rude." The voice was hoarse, and the tone became colder, as if the cold sword edge would be on the neck in the next second.

"It's me..." Lin Qingyue didn't care about the pain in her knee, she hurriedly spoke out, it was pitch black, the sword had no eyes, just in case...

The silence seemed to have passed for a long time, and it seemed only for a while. The light in the tent was turned on. The sudden light caused Lin Qingyue to close her eyes again. When she opened her eyes, she found that she had bumped into a small table. There were a few balls of paper scattered on the table. He took one apart and looked at it. Although the paper was crumpled, the handwriting was messy, and various fonts were intertwined, he knew the handwriting on the paper that penetrated the back of the paper. Zhang Linming word!On the whole piece of paper, there are only two words repeated - Mu Han!

The hand holding the paper tightened, and the chest was throbbing again, as if he couldn't breathe.The light came out from behind the screen. Pressing his chest and turning the screen, he saw Zhang Linming lying on the bed. The two of them looked at each other and quickly moved away.

"you……"

"you……"

The two spoke at the same time and stopped at the same time. Lin Qingyue found that the violent heartbeat and weakness of hands and feet that she had just had because of the upcoming meeting with Zhang Linming, when she saw Zhang Linming's haggard and weak description, suddenly No more, what came to my heart was reluctance and distress.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning slightly to look at Zhang Linming, who was almost sunk in the bed quilt, with blue stubble, slightly sunken eye sockets, chapped and white lips, how could he still have half of his usual gentleness and elegance?My heart hurts more than the palm slapped by Mu Han, and it overflows from the bottom of my heart.

"Why did you make yourself like this?" Lin Qingyue said distressedly, and raised the crumpled paper in her hand, "Is it because of him? Ah?"

Zhang Linming saw the handwriting on the paper, he stretched himself up and wanted to grab it, "Why are you messing with my stuff, give it back to me...cough cough..." All of a sudden, there was a coughing sound like a broken bellows.

Lin Qingyue caressed that thin back, and could feel the veins of the bones, "A piece of torn paper, how rare are you, and why is your voice so broken? Come, drink some water."

She drank a few sips of warm water from Lin Qingyue's hand before recovering. She still covered her mouth and coughed twice from time to time. Her haggard face was flushed, but she was a little more angry than before.

"Why are you here?" Zhang Linming lay back on the bed again, he couldn't sit up anymore, his voice was low and hoarse, and when he spoke, his throat hurt like tearing.