I pretend to be affectionate in front of my foe

"Welcome the prince to return in victory." Xiao Yiran couldn't help opening his mouth when he saw Yan Yun's back fleeing hurriedly with the bowl in his hands.

This was the first time Xiao Yiran called Yan Yun this way after his rebirth.

Hearing this, Yan Yun retracted his leg that was about to step over the threshold, he paused on the spot without turning around, hesitating for a long time before he said: "What did you say?"

"I said." Xiao Yiran was originally leaning against the head of the bed. Seeing Yan Yun showing signs of turning around, he shrank under the quilt, turned his face to the wall and said to Yan Yun: "Congratulations on your triumphant return, and congratulations on your safety. come back."

The room was silent.

This sentence made Yan Yun's hand holding the bowl tremble, and he almost couldn't hold the bowl because of it.

If Yan Yun was not mistaken, Xiao Yiran's words should have been said before he was reborn, the day he returned from the war but unfortunately was shot to death.

"Isn't it too late now?" Seeing that Yan Yun didn't respond, Xiao Yiran's hanging heart was relieved, and he said quietly: "That day, I heard the news of your triumphant return. See you on the mountain."

There was another wordless silence.

From Xiao Yiran's angle, one could see that Yan Yun's back was straight and stiff, as if he was trying to endure something.

Seeing this, Xiao Yiran was deeply disturbed, only felt the blood swell up in his chest, he couldn't help coughing lightly, and said intermittently: "Unexpectedly, in the end, I will end your life with my own hands."

"Cough cough cough cough."

The original mild cough gradually intensified, and the severe coughing sound in the small wooden house became clearer.

Xiao Yiran seemed to have been suddenly opened up, saying so many words at once, which made Yan Yun not only what to do for a while.

The memory was dragged back to the day when Yan Yun died by these few words.

Yan Yun clearly remembered the tingling sensation of the sharp scissors piercing the skin of his chest, and he couldn't forget the red eyes of Xiao Yiran holding his bow, like an evil spirit escaped from purgatory.

The moment he fell down, Yan Yun stared at Xiao Yiran steadfastly. He had doubts and unwillingness in his heart, but most of them were hatred.

"I didn't intend to kill...cough coughcough..." Xiao Yiran was talking, his emotions were too agitated, he vomited a mouthful of black blood unexpectedly, and the rest of his words were blocked back together with the congestion.

Hearing the abnormal noise behind him, Yan Yun turned his head. He dropped the bowl and ran to the bed and directly wiped the blood from the corner of Xiao Yiran's mouth with his sleeve: "I know, you lie down."

Yan Yun pushed him back to the bed, tucked up Xiao Yiran's quilt, and pulled Chen Mo who was in the kitchen researching medicine to the bedroom.

"What do you think is wrong with him?" Yan Yun didn't care to catch his breath, and pushed Chen Mo to sit beside the bed.

"Coughing up blood." Chen Mo looked unhappy, and wrote these three words with a face.

"Aren't you talking nonsense?" Yan Yun added helplessly, "Of course I can see that he is coughing up blood."

Chen Mo stopped talking, he just reached out his hand to feel Xiao Yiran's pulse, but Xiao Yiran avoided it.

Xiao Yiran regained his indifferent expression, staring at Chen Mo with dark eyes, with a look of refusal to be thousands of miles away, with some scrutiny in his eyes.

"It's you." The two stalemate for a while, but Xiao Yiran spoke first.

With his usual wooden face, Chen Mo sized up Xiao Yiran, didn't intend to answer his words, but turned his head and gave Yan Yun a look, and then went to

Leave.

Yan Yun is well aware of Chen Mo's temperament, when he meets the wrong person, Chen Mo can really do things like dying.

So Yan Yun quickly pressed Chen Mo, and turned around to give Xiao Yiran a warning: "Your injury is serious, don't move around and let him heal you."

Hearing Yan Yun's words, Xiao Yiran hesitated for a moment, then stopped resisting, and took the initiative to stretch out his hand to let Chen Mo feel his pulse.

Chen Mo was taken aback by Xiao Yiran's actions, a trace of surprise appeared on his expressionless face all year round.

He turned his head and glanced at Yan Yun with unclear meaning, seeing Yan Yun's eyes dodging, he reluctantly began to feel Xiao Yiran's pulse.

After taking the pulse, Chen Mo quickly took out a piece of paper and wrote on the paper: "We can prepare for the funeral."

Then he unceremoniously handed the paper to Xiao Yiran.

Xiao Yiran was not surprised by this result, he crumpled up the paper and threw it at the gate indifferently, and said to Chen Mo with a nonchalant smile: "Thank you for reminding me, but you don't have to worry about preparing for the funeral, I will It’s been ten years since I’ve been half-dead like this, and everyone says that the disaster will last for a thousand years, so I shouldn’t die.”

Seeing that the two of them were about to fight if they disagreed, Yan Yun immediately intervened between them to separate the two, and changed the subject: "Harmony makes money, harmony makes money."

Chen Mo turned around and left, staring at Yan Yun for a moment with resentful eyes before leaving.

"Your friend is not ordinary." Xiao Yiran, who was half dead, regained his energy in an instant, propped himself up and said, "Although he can't speak, he has the ability to choke someone to death with a single sentence."

"Okay, don't say a few words." Yan Yun was quarreled up and down, and before he lost his patience, he pushed Xiao Yiran back and lay down again: "You stay here and don't move."

"What are you going to do?" Xiao Yiran asked subconsciously.

After speaking, he suddenly realized that he and Yan Yun were not so familiar, and he had no right to care about Yan Yun's whereabouts. After asking, Xiao Yiran felt a little embarrassed.

He coughed lightly and lay down, trying to hide his embarrassment.

"You look so preoccupied now, someone has to clean up the mess in the barracks." Yan Yun didn't notice Xiao Yiran's unnaturalness, and replied calmly: "The Yan family army has already sent reinforcements, and there is nothing major happening in the barracks for the time being."

"Thank you."

Unexpectedly, Yan Yun thought so thoroughly, Xiao Yiran suddenly had mixed feelings in his heart, and all the words he thought about turned into a thank you.

Apart from "thank you", Xiao Yiran wanted to say a lot, so much that he had accumulated it for ten years, and he didn't know where to start.

"Don't thank me, I'm not for you, but for Jiang Guo."

As he spoke, Yan Yun touched his nose unnaturally, turned around and walked out of the room.

Breathing fresh air again, Yan Yun unconsciously took a few deep breaths.

As long as he was alone with Xiao Yiran, he would feel uncomfortable all over.

Now that it came out, Yan Yun felt empty again.

A variety of complex emotions came together all of a sudden, and Yan Yun sighed heavily again.

"My lord, why are you sighing, everything has been arranged."

Xing Feng was still dressed in black, he got out from another newly dug dog hole, and was tilting his head to observe Yan Yun who was in a daze, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"What's going on in the Qiang Kingdom?" Yan Yun simply pulled Xingfeng to sit down under the dead tree in the back mountain, and asked with his hands on his chin, "Are you still attacking us?"

"It's strange to say." Xing Feng also squatted under the tree, propped his chin and said: "Our side is in chaos, but there is no movement on the other side. Now each side is guarding one side, stalemate."

"It seems that the Qiang Kingdom really doesn't have the guts to attack us. I said, how could the Qiang Kingdom gather so many soldiers overnight."

Speaking of the war, Yan Yun regained his spirits. He shook Xingfeng's shoulders in a flash, and said excitedly: "There must be spies in the Jiang country, who are secretly helping the Qiang country."

"My son, aren't you talking nonsense, I can think of it."

Xingfeng said while burying the dog hole: "Isn't this going to find Jiang Guo's spies?"

"When did you become so clever?" Yan Yun said with an exaggerated expression, and wanted to reach out to rub Xingfeng's hairy head, but Xingfeng resolutely refused.

"It's the son's head that's becoming more and more dull." Xingfeng is used to not being able to read words and expressions, so he didn't see Yan Yun's gradually subtle expression, and continued on his own: "Especially these days, the son has become more and more dull. They're almost catching up with me..."

"Are you scolding me or yourself?" Yan Yun was about to grab Xingfeng's ear, but Xingfeng quickly avoided it.

Xingfeng jumped lightly and reached the tree.

He poked his head out from between the branches, and suddenly remembered something and said: "My lord, when I came back, I met a man on the way, and saw him following me all the way, so I arrested him."

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