Song Chengxuan has been running around all year round. After entering and leaving the military camp, he spent most of his time wallowing among men, fighting on the battlefield with swords and swords. Before meeting Xu Qinghuan, he had never thought about the relationship between men and women in his mind, even though it was as early as his teenage years.
When he was protecting goods for merchants, some women were given to him. He rejected them coldly, and naturally he never even looked at those women.
Every time he returned to the Song family, there were always some strange female relatives present at home. Those people were all well-dressed, but the impression they left on him was limited to this.
So I never thought that one day I would stare at a woman's face carefully, especially when she didn't know it, and even involuntarily reached out to touch her cheek, let alone the slightly curved cheek.
lips.
Naturally, he would not take advantage of others' danger. He still has this kind of determination. Even the military adviser said that his temperament is too cold and cold. It is impossible for him to be like a stone that is hot under the sun, emitting scorching energy.
Temperature always has that inexhaustible enthusiasm.
But today she was so close to him, defenseless and within easy reach.
Obviously lying on the bed made her uncomfortable, so she moved closer to him again, so close that the faint fragrance of her body entered his nose, just like the smell he smelled in his dream.
Her long eyelashes suddenly trembled slightly. Song Chengxuan immediately closed his eyes, as if nothing had happened just now. The military tent was quiet, and no more movement was heard for a while. Then he opened his eyes and looked over again.
.
She was really asleep and didn't know anything.
As if being bewitched, when he came back to his senses, his fingertips were already gently caressing her cheek.
Xu Qinghuan had a dream about what happened when she was a child. At that time, there was a little kitten at home. She often held it in her arms and played with it. The soft fur on the kitten brushed her cheek, which made her feel a little itchy.
I feel very comfortable.
The milk cat was very naughty. He raised his little paws with pink flesh pads and touched her forehead from her forehead to her chin, then stopped on her cheek. They played with each other for a while, and she stretched out her arms.
He hugged it into his arms, and now the naughty spirit could no longer move.
She raised the corners of her mouth slightly, about to smile triumphantly, when the little kitten in her arms suddenly came over and kissed her on the lips with its warm yet slightly cool mouth.
Probably because the touch on his lips was too real, Xu Qinghuan suddenly woke up from his dream and vaguely heard the slight sound of the bed next to his ears.
The bed in the military tent was always too simple, but fortunately, Song Chengxuan slept very lightly and never made any noise. He lay there with his hands arranged in a regular manner. It may have been a habit he had cultivated for many years. Regardless of whether this man
Stay calm at all times and strictly abide by certain rules.
Xu Qinghuan opened her eyes and looked over. Song Chengxuan had turned around at some point and was lying there with his back to her. As for the noise she heard just now, it was probably him turning over and shaking the bed board.
Did he wake up or turn over and go back to sleep?
"Sir Song." Xu Qinghuan called softly.
Song Chengxuan was motionless on the bed.
It seems that he fell asleep again, and I don't know if he is still hot or not. After Yong Ye convinced him to take the medicine, he should be better.
She should test his temperature, but Mr. Song's temperament has always been very cold. If she did it rashly, he would probably dislike him. What's more, Yong Ye said that Mr. Song had sharp weapons at hand when sleeping, so she should be careful.
Don't get hurt accidentally.
While the tiger was still taking a nap, Song Chengxuan was always on guard even when he was resting.
Xu Qinghuan thought about it and gently shook the fan in his hand to drive away the mosquitoes around him.
It was still dark, but a horn sounded outside. Xu Qinghuan was already familiar with this sound, which was urging the soldiers to get up.
Yong Ye walked into the big tent carrying water and was startled when he saw the situation in front of him. The young master hadn't woken up yet.
Yongye couldn't help but frown. The young master slept very lightly. On weekdays when he was in Quanzhou, the horn sounded and the young master had already put on his armor and stood outside the big tent.
What exactly happened here?
Yong Ye stepped forward, his face became more and more ugly, and his expression became anxious: "Young Master." He couldn't help shouting.
Xu Qinghuan looked at Yong Ye in surprise.
Yongye swallowed: "Young Master must have fainted, right?"
As soon as Yong Ye finished speaking, he was about to move forward, but saw the person on the bed move and open his deep eyes.
Yong Ye breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the young master looked unkind, as if he was about to get angry.
"I...I'll fetch water." After Yong Ye finished speaking, he took out the basin filled with water.
Quietness returned to the military tent.
Xu Qinghuan looked at Song Chengxuan with some suspicion: "Did Master Song just wake up?"
Song Chengxuan looked puzzled. Instead of answering Xu Qinghuan's question, he said with clear eyes and a cold expression: "When did you come?"
Maybe she really was overthinking it. How could she suspect that Song Chengxuan was pretending to sleep just now? Mr. Song would not do such a childish thing.
"Do you feel better?" Xu Qinghuan stood up and wanted to twist the handkerchief, but found that Yong Ye had already taken the water away, and she couldn't help but stop.
He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her: "It's better," as if he thought of something, "You stayed here all night?"
"Not really," Xu Qinghuan said, "I'm afraid Yong Ye will be too hard, so I'm here to help."
Song Chengxuan didn't know what he was thinking about, and his eyes darkened slightly. He usually looked very intimidating like this, but for some reason, Xu Qinghuan reminded Xu Qinghuan of the little kitten in her dream, and she couldn't help but smile.
"What are you laughing at?"
Xu Qinghuan said: "Master Song's injury is better, I am naturally happy in my heart." After saying that, she bowed, "Sir, I think it is necessary to deal with military affairs, so I will leave first."
Xu Qinghuan put down the cloth towel in his hand and walked towards the door.
"Su Wan is not someone who can control everything," Song Chengxuan said. "From a spy in the army to the White Dragon King, he does not have the ability to do those things well. Just like the fake White Dragon King he supported, his flaws will be revealed once others notice. Those people
I've seen it before, it's not worth mentioning."
Song Chengxuan's words further confirmed her inference, and Xu Qinghuan nodded: "Although Princess Huayang's consort holds power and has the trust of the Holy Emperor, all Su Wan wants is a White Dragon King. Possessing Changzhou and Suzhou is his ultimate goal.
, but Wang Yun said that the people behind him will definitely return to a prosperous age in the future.
Although Su Wan's ambition is great, he just wants to be the king. Su Wan also said that if I ruined their big thing, someone will definitely take revenge on me. I think that person will not remain silent for too long, and there will be further developments soon.
Actions."
Su Wan lost Changzhou and his men made mistakes one after another. That man would definitely want to save the situation, otherwise he would lose all his prestige.
That's what he's worried about.
Song Chengxuan asked, "Are you still asking Uncle Lei to investigate the case?" He did not see Uncle Lei or the widowed woman yesterday.
Xu Qinghuan nodded and was about to speak.
I heard Yong Ye's voice coming from outside: "Sir, someone from the Beijing Criminal Department and Dali Temple is here."
Yong Ye always calls Young Master Song Chengxuan privately, but now calls him Mr. Song, which means there should be someone else around Yong Ye. Xu Qinghuan took two steps forward and looked out through the gap in the curtain of the military tent.
Sure enough, there were two people standing there.
One of them was dressed in official uniform and looked elegant.