Kaifeng Monster

Chapter 73
There is no other word for this day.

Ami got Duanmucui's tacit consent, and asked Zhan Zhao to stay in Duanmuying's tent for a while.The small military tent is tidy and elegant, which shows that Ami has put a lot of thought into it.

Ami's military tent is not far away. During dinner, Zhan Zhao went to see Qi Mu Yiluo. After she wept bitterly, she still looked foolish, but when she saw Zhan Zhao, there was a hint of vitality in her eyes. .

The maid was feeding her porridge and rice, Ami was leaning on the bed embroidering, her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, she was holding a bone needle in her right hand, and her left fingertips were gently rubbing the embroidery pattern on the silk, she saw Zhan Zhao coming in out of the corner of her eye, and the corners of her eyes and brows were full. It was a smile: "Brother Zhan."

Zhan Zhao smiled, looking down at Ami's embroidery.Although embroidery originated from Yu and Shun, there was still no major breakthrough in technology until the Shang and Zhou dynasties. Ami's embroidery method is not complicated.Zhan Zhao suddenly remembered Duanmucui's words during the day, and his heart moved: "Miss Ami, what are you busy with on weekdays?"

Ami did not doubt that he was there, thought for a while and said: "Naturally, it is the general's daily life, and he also practices swords and martial arts in his spare time, just watch the drills and so on."

Free time?

Zhan Zhao sighed, Ami really did it easily, no wonder she dared to take someone from Gao Bo's account, those who don't know are not afraid.

After a while, the eyes of the two fell on Qi Mu Yiluo almost at the same time.Ami said anxiously: "Brother Zhan, what did you say to the general during the day? Did the general mention sending Miss Qimu away later?"

Ordinarily, she and Qi Mu Yiluo didn't have much friendship, but since Zhan Zhao was in her heart, she cared about her together, and even if there was a little jealousy, she put it behind her.

Zhan Zhao shook his head: "The general didn't say much, but since she wants to explain to Gao Bojian, she must have a plan in mind."

What plan?Zhan Zhao was really not sure whether Duanmucui would send Qi Mu Yiluo away, thinking of this, his complexion inevitably became gloomy.

Ami bit her lip, thought for a long time, and suddenly made up her mind: "Brother Zhan, don't worry, I'll talk to the girl at night to persuade her."

Zhan Zhao was taken aback, couldn't help raising his head, and looked at Ami seriously.

She was reprimanded by Duanmucui sternly during the day, has she forgotten it?Actually want to "talk" again?Just to tell him to "take it easy"?
What's wrong with her.

Zhan Zhaoyin had noticed Ami's intentions, and he thought to himself that it would be hard to accept, but he couldn't help but be moved.

"Ami," his voice softened, "Don't talk about it, it's not good for you if you make the general angry."

Ami bowed her head and did not speak, only she knew that a flower was blooming in her heart.

Zhan Zhao was caring about her, so even if Duanmucui scolded her again for this, what's the big deal?
No one noticed that a trace of cruelty suddenly flashed across Qi Mu Yiluo's lifeless eyes.

Although Ami made up her mind to talk to Duanmucui, but things didn't go her way, Duanmucui went to bed very early that night, she stood outside the tent for a long time, and had to return slowly.

It doesn't matter, it won't be too late to talk about it tomorrow.

When returning to the tent, Qimu Yiluo had already fallen asleep, Ami thought of what happened to her, and felt very sad, so she lightly covered her with her fox fur cloak, and then fell asleep.

In the blink of an eye, it was already halfway through the night, and there was silence in the tent, Qi Mu Yiluo suddenly turned over and sat up.

In the darkness, her eyes were frighteningly bright.

She got up very lightly, walked to the curtain holding her breath, quietly untied the upper and lower knots between the curtain and the tent, and opened the curtain slightly.The cold wind came straight in through the gap, and she shivered unknowingly, but her body didn't move a bit, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she fixed her eyes on the largest military tent not far away, the main tent.

At the entrance of the military tent, two guards holding halberds stood as motionless as statues. Not long after, another group of guards holding spears on night patrol passed by.

The wormwood torch soaked in grease on the shelf in front of the tent was burning brightly, and the pulsating orange flame directly reflected into her eyes, fanning the anger in her eyes even more.

Qi Mu Dian's words before his death still ring in his ears.

"Try to sneak back to the mansion at home... so and so..."

Duanmucui didn't sleep well that night. Almost as soon as she closed her eyes, she kept walking down a corridor, with layers of steps, one step after another. Look, it's only the size of a bowl, and the glare of the sky shines through. She couldn't help but raise her hand to cover it.There is a quagmire under the feet, the mud is tumbling, bubbling, and there are two people standing in the middle of the pool, one of them is covered in mud, and there are only two eyes, a mouth and three deep holes on his skull, as for the other...

Duanmucui stared at her blankly: she actually woke up.

She was wearing a lavender shirt with a light veil, she was holding the tip of her hair with one hand, she tilted her head to look at her, the smile in her eyes became wider, and she suddenly smiled at the person next to her: "That's right, I was like that at that time."

The man was respectful and respectful, without the slightest hint of arrogance: "What the Immortal said is absolutely true."

Duanmucui was a little puzzled, what was the fairy, why was it like this at that time, she was a little annoyed, and asked loudly: "Who are you?"

Strangely, they didn't seem to hear her at all, they just talked to each other and glanced at her occasionally.

"Is this really the underworld?"

"Exactly."

"Is it like this in the underworld?" The woman called "Shangxian" frowned, "I once sent Nixie to the underworld, Fengdu entered, and the ferry to Huangquan, it doesn't seem to be like this."

"And," she frowned, and added after thinking about it, "I'm in the fairy class, so will I go to the underworld when I die?"

"Shangxian loses his magic power and treats him like a mortal. If he is a mortal, he will go to hell after death."

"Where's the bull's head and horse's face? I'm an immortal, how come I don't see King Yama coming to pick me up?" She looked around, as if she didn't shy away from death.

"Shangxian's status is different. Let's stay here for now and wait for other matters. Yan Luo will personally come and pick him up."

"What are you doing here?" She frowned, and raised the corner of her dress that was stained by mud. "The [-]th floor of the Underworld, why haven't I heard of such a floor? Even if Yama can't come, he should treat me well." Drinking tea, what's the point of throwing it here?"

"Also," she suddenly pointed at Duanmucui, "Why did I see her?"

"All kinds of things in life, in the past, the immortal will see them one by one."

She was startled, stopped talking, looked at Duanmucui carefully, as if she was recalling something from a long time ago: "I know her clothes, Ami made them for me before attacking Chongcheng."

For some reason, when she mentioned Ami, her eyes gradually became sad: "After I died, Ami crashed into the coffin and died a long time ago."

The man was still respectful: "Sorrow for the Shangxian Festival."

She didn't answer, and suddenly sighed: "I actually died twice. Not long after I died last time, Yang Jian came to pick me up, saying that Father Shang gave me the fairy seat. This time... Yang Jian didn't even care about me when I died have no idea."

"Shangxian... mourning."

"How about Xuan Ping?"

"Relying on the power of the celestial being, the way of the underworld will be closed, the plague will be cured, and the people of Xuanping will return to peace and happiness. The celestial being has fulfilled his wish, why not...take a nap." There is a pause.

She didn't speak, her eyelashes drooped, and the tentacles on the man's body slowly raised up, gently resting on her shoulders, seeming to comfort, but also seeming to bewitch: "Shangxian sacrificed his life for righteousness, and gods and men respect each other. Why don't you wash your tired dust for a while?" , take a short nap, and sleep peacefully on the couch?"

She didn't say anything, but suddenly raised her head for a long time, her voice was not loud, but her words were clear: "What about Zhan Zhao? How is he?"

Zhan Zhao?

Duanmucui was shocked, subconsciously raised her foot, but it missed.

Suddenly opened his eyes, the tent was dark, just vividly, as if in front of his eyes.

Duanmucui lay stiff for a long while, then suddenly threw the quilt out of bed, forgetting that there was an injury on her leg, and threw herself heavily on the ground.

The guard outside the tent had already heard the movement, and in a panic, someone wanted to come in: "General..."

Duanmucui's urgent voice came from inside the tent: "Go, call Zhan Zhao, hurry up!"

Zhan Zhao was woken up by the hurried noise, he heard that Duanmucui was in a hurry to find him, before he could get dressed, he put on a coat and went out, only to find that there were no lights when he entered the main tent, he hesitated for a moment, He took out the fire folder from his arms and lit it, and saw Duanmucui lying under the bed at a glance.

His shock was no small matter, he turned off the fire and strode over to help her up, wrapping his arms around her slender waist, Duanmucui suddenly called him in a low voice: "Zhan Zhao."

As soon as Zhan Zhao stopped, Duanmu Cui stared at him, bit his lower lip lightly, but didn't show anything on his face.

She raised her head slightly and leaned close to his ear, her voice was as soft as a whisper: "I remember Xuan Ping."

In the darkness, Zhan Zhao's body froze instantly.

"I remember Xuan Ping." Duanmucui's tone was slow, and the warm breath brushed Zhan Zhao's ears slightly, "I still remember Ming Dao, plague, and Shangxian..."

She couldn't say any more, because Zhan Zhao suddenly hugged her into his arms.His body trembled violently, and his arms were locked in her arms like iron hoops. This was by no means a comfortable hug. The distance between the two was so close that there was no distance between them. Duanmucui could hardly breathe. She tried to push him away: " Zhan Zhao..."

A large drop of warm liquid fell on the neck, and then slowly slid down, Duanmucui was stunned, and his hands froze.

She suddenly regretted that she used words to defraud Zhan Zhao. She must have touched Zhan Zhao's pain, otherwise he would not be so sad.

She didn't want to make him sad, but for some reason, she felt bitter because of his sadness.

"Zhan Zhao..." She hesitated, pushing his shoulder in vain, "Listen to me..."

What responded to her was the slow tightening of her arms, and a hot kiss behind her ear.

This kiss caused her to be in disarray, the place where she was kissed was scorching hot, and the heat extended along the skin to all the limbs.During this short trembling, she suddenly woke up, struggling to break free from Zhan Zhao's arms: "Zhan Zhao, it's not..."

The moment Zhan Zhao bowed his head and sealed her lips, her startled and redundant explanations turned into a blank, followed by a whirling chaos.Zhan Zhao's breath surrounds her layer by layer, like the warm sunshine blowing over the tip of green grass in the early morning, the warm touch on her lips gradually melts away her tight strings, her body softens slowly, entrusting the weight to Zhan Zhao little by little. Zhao...

There was a bang, and I don't know which night patrol guard's halberd fell to the ground. The two trembled almost at the same time, and separated like lightning.

Duanmu Cui's face was burning like fire, his lips murmured once, but he couldn't speak a word.Zhan Zhao is actually not much better than her, fortunately there are no candles in this tent, otherwise it would be more uncomfortable for him to have their eyes meet at this moment than to kill him.

Duanmucui's mind was confused, she couldn't figure out how she would allow such a thing to happen, her marriage with Zhuchang was already a certainty, yet she didn't stop Zhan Zhao.

After a long silence, Zhan Zhao suddenly leaned over to her.Duanmucui raised her heart to her throat in fright: "You, what are you doing?"

Zhan Zhao's voice was a little hoarse: "Duanmu, go to sleep first, I'll come to you tomorrow." While speaking, he stretched out his hand to hug Duanmucui, wrapping his arms around her waist.Even though the clothes of the two of them were separated, the skin where his arm touched still trembled as if electrified.Duanmucui's mind began to be confused again, and Zhan Zhao's body got closer to her, which made her short of breath. It was not until Zhan Zhao left that her stiff body recovered a little.

She sat on the bed for a long time hugging the quilt, and suddenly she got off the bed.

Fortunately, this time, she didn't fall again.

"Come on, prepare a car!"

In the middle of the night, anyone who is woken up from sleep will not feel happy.

Yang Jian is even worse.

During the day, he and Zhuchang went to the prime minister's tent to discuss the plan to attack Chongcheng, from formation to assists, from food and grass to backup, everything was in detail, time passed without realizing it, exhausted, and he went to bed at midnight, almost with his head covered The pillow is on.Before he could really sleep, the lieutenant general of the battalion came in and called him, and after saying no, he repeated it again and again, a bit of a posture of not giving up until he reached his goal.

Seeing that pretending to sleep and ignoring it was useless, Yang Jian had no choice but to open his eyes.At this moment, the cold light in his eyes would freeze an ignorant person to death. Unexpectedly, the deputy general showed no fear, and he was very calm and composed: "General, General Duanmu has arrived."

Yang Jian had no choice but to produce and sell the nameless fire that Yang Jian was going to throw out. No wonder the deputy general didn't even show a little cautious look this time. It turned out that the comer was powerful, and he was sure that Yang Jian would not lose his temper with Duanmucui.

Yang Jian dressed slowly, as in the past, Duanmucui came in impatiently, grabbed his cloak and put it on him, but today was quiet, he lingered for a long time, but still did not see Duanmucui coming in.Yang Jian was a little strange, he pondered for a while, and a smile flickered across his mouth: This girl, isn't she still fighting over the quarrel with him two days ago?

What a worry, why would he care about her?
When thinking about this, he shook his head and smiled wryly, and while tying his belt, he lifted the curtain to the outside room.Duanmucui was leaning against the food table, wrapped tightly in a fur cloak, and the fur edge of the cloak was fine and dense, covering most of her face. When she heard Yang Jian's footsteps, she looked up to this side, her face pale. He was very haggard, with no trace of blood on his lips.

Yang Jian was startled, strode over, and said anxiously: "Duanmu, are you feeling unwell?"

Duanmu Cui hummed, lowered her head, and closed the cloak from inside, feeling very wronged.

Yang Jian reached out to touch the top of her hair, and said with a smile, "It's cold outside, let's go in and talk." While talking, he pulled Duanmucui in, almost pulling her down.Yang Jian's heart skipped a beat, his brows suddenly furrowed, and he lifted her cloak without saying a word.

After looking at it, he gasped unconsciously, and said involuntarily, "How did you get hurt like this?"

Duanmucui flattened her mouth: "I'm making you angry."

Yang Jian was very angry and funny: "I can make you so angry, I have already pissed off King Zhou to death, what are you doing fighting so hard?" Then he knelt down and stretched out his hand to test her knee, Duanmucui was anxious: " Don't, your hands are neither light nor heavy, don't cripple me."

Yang Jian stopped his hands when he heard the words, his face sank like water: "Did someone sent by Chao Ge do it?"

Duan Mucui said in a low voice: "Maybe it's because everyone has already packed up, there is no one to talk to, and they can't ask questions." After speaking, seeing Yang Jian's posture seemed to be angry, he quickly stretched out his arm to him: "Brother, I can't go anymore , help me."

Yang Jian had no choice but to help her into the room. After walking a few steps, Duanmucui was speechless. Duanmucui hopped on one leg, which made Yang Jian's heart skip a beat. She felt so sorry for her injury. Quickly evaporate.

How can anyone dance so happily when they are injured, and they are not participating in a one-legged hop competition!

He simply shook his hand: "Go by yourself."

Duanmucui looked at him with a smile while hugging his arm, tilted his head and dragged his voice at the end: "Brother..."

Yang Jian is soft-hearted, every time she calls him big brother, it reminds him of his third sister Yang Chan.At that time, her mother, Yao Ji, fell in love with Yang Tianyou, a scholar of the Xia Dynasty, and was imprisoned in Taoshan by the upper world. Her siblings had no one to take care of her food and clothing. Every time Yang Chan was hungry, she would look at him pitifully and call him: "Brother..."

Ordinarily, Yang Chan should call him the second brother, and Yang Jiao is the eldest brother, but Yang Chan relied on him more, instead she ignored the elder brother and kept calling him that.

Then he went to study art under the master of Yuding, and after he became an artist, he helped Xiqi, and Yang Chan was named Huayue Sanniang. Counting, the brother and sister hadn't seen each other for a long time.

Later, when he saw Duanmucui in Xiqi, it is said that Duanmucui's temperament is far from Yang Chan's, but for some reason, he always has a loving heart for her like a younger sister.

Yang Jian sighed, reached out to hold her waist, and hugged her up.

Duanmucui was proud, and stretched out her hand to hook Yang Jian's neck: "Brother, you are better."

Yang Jian glared at her: "Did Zhuchang treat you badly?"

Duanmucui was stunned for a moment, then suddenly fell silent.

She looks strange everywhere today.

Yang Jian remained calm, went into the room and put her on the couch, and said something: "It's the middle of the night, and you still have to come here with injuries, what's the matter?"

Duanmucui bit her lips: "It's about Shen Yuan."

"Shen Yuan?" Yang Jian really couldn't understand, "What does Shen Yuan have to do with you?"

"It's okay." Duanmucui's eyes flickered, "I just want to know, big brother, you are a cultivator of immortality, didn't you also talk about Ming Dao and Shen Yuan last time, tell me about it."

(End of this chapter)