My lord, she is beautiful and good at fighting

Wei turned his head and looked at the gray-faced young man. He couldn't help but smile and praised without hesitation: "He is quite clever."

The young man scratched the back of his neck and laughed. The dark look on his face made him look not very smart. He looked like a cook rather than a patrolman: "It's all the commander's orders, young man." Just running errands to bring people here."

"Then reward everyone," Wei Wan glanced at him a few times, then turned back to Qin Wu and said, "You can decide how many levels to promote."

Before he finished speaking, he noticed the entanglement in his palm. When Wei Wan looked back, he met Rong Xian's pale fox eyes, which seemed to be reflected in the sky, covered with a layer of mist, making it difficult to see the expression clearly.

The bridge of the nose is like an overhang, the edges and corners contain sharp coldness, and the skin is as cold and white as delicate porcelain.

Wei Wan's eyes fell on the narrow raised eyebrows, trying to understand the expression, but the warmth in his palms suddenly disappeared before she could lower her eyes.

Rong Xian raised her hand, and her knuckles and fingertips were stained with the blood that flowed down her palm.

He lowered his long eyelashes and looked at the blood red on his thin fingers. He raised his fingertips and touched it to his lips. It was like a cherry blossom in an instant, almost filled with coquettishness.

Wei Wan was stunned for a moment, then reached out without hesitation, grabbed his wrist, and looked at the increasingly colorful face: "Are you crazy? What if there is some medicine in her nails..."

"You also know, what are you standing here looking at, young man?" Rong Xian tilted his head, glanced sideways at the silly young soldier who was standing not far away, then leaned forward and put on his colorful face His thin lips were pressed against her forehead, half an inch apart, "If so, we will die together."

After that, he licked his lower lip. This move was simply eating away at her reason, attacking her will, and seducing her calmly.

"Rong Xian," Wei frowned, but before he could say anything, he was cut off by Rong Xian.

"Go back to the tent and apply the medicine," Rong Xian lowered his expression, his long eyelashes covered his gloomy eyes, and a smile appeared on his lips, "If you go on your own, I'll carry you. I don't mind, but just establishing new power, inspiring If you lose morale, it won’t be a loss of face for you, which doesn’t look good after all.”

After saying this, she immediately walked back. Wei Wan knew that if he could say it, he could do it, and even... he could do it better than what he said.

A man who can fight with a dog can't accomplish anything.

After returning to the tent, Wei Wan wanted to dip his hand in the water before applying the medicine. As soon as his fingertips touched the water, Rong Xian held his hand: "Who taught you to rinse it with water? Do you think you are scalding pig skin?"

"You're scolding me." Wei Wan narrowed his phoenix eyes, his tone was firm, and a cold snort escaped from his throat, "I can't tell who is the pig between you and me."

"You're quite unconvinced," Rong Xian pulled the person to sit down on a square chair, washed his hands, went out to get another basin of warm water, and carried a pot of strong liquor in his other hand.

Rong Xian wrung out the handkerchief and wiped away the blood that was flowing on her palm, then changed to another dry towel, poured some strong wine, and smeared it on the wound.

The blood is not black, so it should be nothing serious.

"That person can be killed on the spot." Rong Xian pinched the thin wrist and blew on it while touching the wound. "There are many ways to stabilize the morale of the army, not just this one."

"There was no need to throw away the key when it was given to someone. Instead, he picked up the hammer and smashed the latch." The injury on Wei Huan's wrist was not serious, but it looked scary. Rong Xian's breath hit the wine-stained There was a chill on the wound, but it didn't hurt much. "This matter can't be solved by just saying, 'Victory or defeat is a common thing for military officers.' I'm afraid they will really get into trouble and let me offend them when they get to the barbarian cavalry."

"I'm also afraid that victory will make them proud and complacent. The wonderful thing that happened has ignited the Wei army's fighting spirit and made them worried." Rong Xian opened the stopper, tapped the medicine bottle, and sprinkled the finely ground medicine powder on her wrist. On the crescent wound on the inner side: "Fingernails are the easiest to attract dirt. It doesn't look like the injury is serious. It can't be hurt as much as a big knife or a big sword, but it is the easiest to leave scars."

As he spoke, he wrapped and wrapped the torn scarves neatly: "The Wei army is going south to help Bingzhou, and Yanmen is prepared to leave as many garrison guards as possible."

"Guardian, we also need to consider this."

Wei Wan thought for a moment, then held the pot with his uninjured hand and poured a glass of water. Then he picked up the glass and handed it to Rong Xian's lips: "Now among the lieutenants, only Qin Wu is more trustworthy."

Rong Xian lowered his eyes and glanced at the porcelain cup that was brought to his lips. He raised his eyebrows and took a few sips as Wei Wan fed him.

Wei held his hands lamely, so he held them high, and Rong Xian drank slowly. The water flowed down the corners of Rong Xian's lips, grazed his chin, passed all the way across his neck, and extended into his clothes.

And those fox eyes, with the ends of the eyes slightly red, were staring at Wei Wan without any deviation, locked in charming emotions, making his face warm.

Wei Wan withdrew his hand expressionlessly, took out the handkerchief, and wiped it on his lips, pretending to wipe away the redness on his lips.

Rong Xian noticed her intention, tilted his head to hide, and licked the corner of his lips lightly with the tip of his tongue. Just as Wei Wan held the towel and wiped it over, the warm and moist touch touched his fingertips. Wei Wan's hand paused, who Didn't move either.

Just looking at each other.

A slight smile escaped from Rong Xian's throat, and he kissed the fingertips, and then he put his lips to the handkerchief with satisfaction, wiped away the bright red, raised his eyes upward, looked at the guard, and saw the extended arc of his lips. Not hiding his good mood: "On purpose?"

The meaning is unclear. I don’t know whether it’s talking about feeding water into clothes, wiping lips and tongue, or something else...

Wei Wan acted as if he didn't understand, threw the handkerchief on the table, held a corner, and wiped away the blush left by Rong Xian's gentle kiss on her fingertips: "I thought, I will only take 30,000 people with me."

"Nowadays, there are many forces in Bingzhou, including the Forbidden Army, the Wei Family Army, the Zijingguan garrison, and the Juyongguan garrison." Wei Wan put his hand on the handkerchief, tapped the table, and half-concealed his phoenix eyes, "There is also the Bingzhou garrison. I intend to bring it to Bingzhou garrison. The Forbidden Army has recruited the Wei family army, and there are still battles with Beirong and Beishu, and the border towns are short of men."

"When all the forces are mixed, it will be difficult to manage people."

"The Forbidden Army was recommended by a noble family, and I'm afraid there's no connection with the guards." Rong Xian stuffed the porcelain bottle filled with powdered medicine, wrapped up the remaining clean towels, and wiped his hands, "I'm afraid he may not be willing to submit to you."

When Wei Wan heard this, he suddenly bent his eyes, but there was no trace of a smile on his lips, and he said with a dazzling wantonness: "It is not easy to get on this pirate ship, and it is not easy to get off. Before setting off for the expedition, I had already declared war with the capital of Wei. If you take them out, you can only attack the city and seize territory when you go back."

"Gou Lian Weidu," Wei Wan said with a dark expression. She wanted it even more. She grabbed the chess piece and followed the clues to find out the person who set up an ambush in Chuoque Valley in her previous life. "But the people in Weidu must believe him."

"Ah Wan, I'd rather believe it. If they get the silk letter and set up an ambush to kill you, they have nothing to lose." Rong Xian maintained a half-kneeling posture on one knee and lifted it up from bottom to top. Mu, state this fact in a way that is more acceptable to Wei Wan.

Supplement 2023.9.10