Dianxia Qingcheng

- It wasn't until the middle of the night that Alanyue slept in a daze for a while.

There was a strong wind outside the broken temple, blowing the branches and leaves of the trees.

Alanyue woke up hazy, but saw a few black shadows suddenly appear in front of him, he suddenly screamed in fright, and hid as soon as he got up.

Zhao Litang was shivering, clutching his clothes tightly beside him.

"General, general... there's a ghost..."

Those ghosts ignited a candlestick, illuminating the surroundings.

Alanyue looked at her tremblingly, only to see a few beggars in ragged clothes and unkempt hair standing in front of her, looking at herself in doubt, and then at Zhao Litang lying on the ground.

"Don't be afraid, children, we are not ghosts, we are people."

- said a kind-faced grandmother.

Only then did A Lanyue feel relieved. After explaining it, it turned out that he and the general had occupied the territory of the beggars and slept in their grass bunk.

"Sorry, grandma, we didn't know this was your place, we'll let you out now."

A Lanyue called Zhao Litang in a low voice, but after several calls, he didn't seem to hear it.

The old grandmother saw some clues, "I'm afraid she's sick, her face is a little red, you can feel it and see if it's hot."

A Lanyue stretched out her hand and wanted to touch Zhao Litang's forehead, but before she could touch him, she was suddenly caught by a hand.

Zhao Litang clenched his wrist tightly, his fingertips were hot, and he seemed to be mumbling something.

Alanyue lowered her head and leaned over.

"Long...memories..."

At that moment, his body froze in place, and then his shoulders trembled uncontrollably.

- The more clearly the whispering sounded in the ear.

The person in the general's heart has never changed, so what about himself?

It was just wishful thinking to follow him, pestering him, and reluctant to let him go.

But in fact, he has already planned to let go...

The old grandmother asked, "Son, is he calling you?"

Alanyue straightened up, the corner of her mouth twitched, and she took a deep breath before saying, "No..."

At this time, Zhao Litang let go of his hand and stopped whispering.

Alanyue gently stroked his forehead, it was really hot, after thinking about it, it might be because he has been busy running around for the past two days, plus the medicine he took.

The effect is too strong, and the weak body can't bear it for a while, so it gets hot.

Zhao Litang couldn't be allowed to keep burning like this, he had to find a way to cool him down.

Those beggars were also kind. Seeing that Zhao Litang was seriously ill, they offered to let them sleep, and then they went to lie down on the other side.

Alanyue found a handkerchief and asked where there was cold water. The grandmother said that there was a river not far from the broken temple.

Alanyue thanked her and went out to fetch water.

When he came back, the old grandmother said kindly, "Child, when you went out just now, this guy was talking in your sleep again. I leaned in and listened. I didn't hear clearly, and I heard him talking..."

"Grandma," Alan Yue interrupted with a wry smile, "Forget it...don't tell me..."

What the general would talk about, he knew very well in his heart, it was nothing more than the person he remembered in his heart.

Seeing that Alanyue seemed very sad, the old grandmother closed her mouth, just stuck her head out, and glanced at the bright moon hanging in the night sky.

A Lanyue wetted her handkerchief with cold water and carefully wiped Zhao Litang's arms and face. Zhao Litang stopped talking in her sleep, and the heat in her body began to dissipate slowly.

After wiping it for the last time, Alanyue looked out, the sky was already bright.

When Zhao Litang woke up, his eyes were squinted again by the bright white light. He reached out to cover his eyes, and then sat up. Only then did he realize that there were other people in the ruined temple besides the two of them.

He immediately squeezed his fist secretly, carefully looked at the beggars around him, and after scanning his eyes, he saw A Lanyue, who was sleeping on the side, leaning over.

He seemed extremely insecure, curled up forcefully, hugged his knees, and fell asleep in a baby-like position, like a poor little animal abandoned by his master.

When the word "poor" came out of Zhao Litang's mind, he was startled. Alanyue was so pitiful, he was the prince of the barbarian tribe, and his brother was the leader of the barbarian tribe. Now is the time for the defeated soldiers in perilous situations.

Zhao Litang stood up, feeling that she slept very well last night, and her energy had recovered a lot. She walked up to Alanyue and kicked him.

Alanyue opened her eyes in confusion, and before she was fully awake, she was pulled up by someone by the collar and strode out of the broken temple.

"Are you going now?"

The old grandmother in the beggars woke up and asked with concern.

Zhao Litang didn't stop, and it seemed that he didn't intend to pay attention.

A Lanyue wanted to turn around and say goodbye to her, but Zhao Litang pinched the back of her neck and turned back.

"That child hasn't slept all night, will he not be allowed to sleep again..."

The two had already walked out of the ruined temple, and the voices behind them were blown away in the wind.

Alanyue lowered her head and did not dare to look at Zhao Litang, and did not know if Zhao Litang heard what the grandmother said just now.

Bringing the horse over, Zhao Litang took the lead to get on the horse, then leaned over and grabbed A Lanyue's waist to fetch him, and then the horse galloped out.

The two did not rush directly to the next city, but took a detour on their horses, avoiding the city from the path outside the city.

— On the way, Zhao Litang pursed her thin lips tightly, frowning, wondering what she was thinking.

And Alanyue has been trying to cheer up, but his eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, and his head is also knocked and knocked. If he is not careful, his body almost slips sideways.

Fortunately, Zhao Litang quickly supported his waist, and his powerful palm stretched to the position of his abdomen to firmly stick to him.

"Sleep for a while, I'll hold you."

Alanyue suddenly mentioned it in one breath, and the drowsiness disappeared. He stammered, "General...General...I'm not sleepy..."

Zhao Litang ordered directly, "Shut up and close your eyes."

A Lanyue stopped uttering a word, and obediently closed her mouth and eyes, but after a while, he was so sleepy that he lost consciousness again, and his body was limp and leaned back.

Zhao Litang supported his body firmly with one hand and rode the horse with the other.

As soon as he lowered his eyes, he could see the plain and clean face of the person in his arms, and the red crescent moon at the corner of his eyes was even more eye-catching.

If it wasn't for this mark, how could he be recognized by Amal...

Zhao Litang gathered his mind and concentrated on his journey.

Near the afternoon, I finally saw a restaurant on the side of the road.

Zhao Litang pulled back and stopped, and Alanyue just woke up.

The two had enough to eat and drink, and A Lanyue brought a lot of silver taels on her body, so she paid some to the boss, and then the two continued on their way.

In the middle of the night, he arrived in a city.

The two found an inn to live in, the two of them had two rooms, and they lived in peace all night.

Early the next morning, Zhao Litang did not know how to persuade the innkeeper to bring A Lanyue into the innkeeper's caravan.

This caravan is going to **** a cargo to the capital of the barbarians. The leader of the caravan is Liu Zhiyuan, the son of the innkeeper. them.

—Alanyue always stared at Liu Zhiyuan on the way, even Zhao Litang noticed that something was wrong with Alanyue, so she approached him when no one was paying attention and asked in a low voice, "What are you looking at?

What? "

Alan Yue's ears were burnt, she hurriedly lowered her head, and replied in a murmur, "General, he's always looking at you..."

Zhao Litang was startled when he heard the words, and then his eyes turned to Liu Zhiyuan not far away, only to see that he was sitting behind the trolley of the goods, holding a scroll in his hand, as if he had just taken his eyes away.

Zhao Litang glanced at him again, pondered for a while, and then walked over directly.

Alanyue also wants to follow, but Zhao Litang said, "You are waiting here."

Alanyue obediently did not follow.

He watched Zhao Litang walk over and followed behind the scooter, not knowing what to say to Liu Zhiyuan, then both of them laughed.

He tugged at his sleeve, the general had never smiled at himself like that before.

He deliberately looked away, not wanting to see that annoying scholar again.

"What are you looking at again?"

A voice sounded in her ears, and Alanyue turned her head to see that Zhao Litang had returned.

"No... didn't see anything..."

Zhao Litang followed his gaze in disbelief. It was just some flowers and plants on the side of the road. It was really nothing, so he withdrew his gaze and said nothing.

When it got dark, the caravan camped directly in the wild, set up a bonfire and started cooking.

The people around started to get busy, A Lanyue whispered to Zhao Litang secretly, "General, it's time for you to take medicine."

Zhao Litang nodded, jumped off the scooter with a backhand, and walked to the grass beside him.

A Lanyue clutched the pill boxes in her chest, pretended to look around unintentionally, and then followed suit.

The wind is blowing and the grass is moving, and the moonlight is bright.

From time to time, a soft inquiry could be heard from the grass.

"Does it still hurt..."

"how about this…"

"I, I'll be lighter..."

"And here, too..."

Accompanied by the occasional two breaths of repression and restraint.

Xu is that the two of them are too involved, and someone is approaching softly without realizing it, until the sound of "pop" things falling behind them.

Zhao Litang quickly grabbed the small hand on his chest, pressed the person in front of him to his lap, and then turned around alertly.

Liu Zhiyuan had already stayed where he was, and his eyes were fixed on the two people under the moonlight not far away.

The front of the shirt was wide open, covered with all kinds of marks, and it was dim to see clearly, but the handsome eyebrows were full of impatience and boredom to be disturbed.

The other was petite and could not see his face because he was blocked by someone, but the waist that crossed the man's legs looked slender and soft, and in such a twisted posture, it seemed extremely tenacious.

Liu Zhiyuan's face turned red, and he said embarrassedly, "Hug, sorry... you guys... continue..."