Chapter 109: I’m addicted. Help! She smells so good! She really smells so good and sweet…
Lin Meizhu tucked the annoying hair behind her ear and said, "General Shen, thank you very much."
Shen Changfeng nodded lightly and answered concisely: "It's my duty."
Lin Meizhu didn't say anything else, and Shen Changfeng didn't speak either, as if there was nothing more to say. But neither of them left immediately, leaving only the wind lingering in the middle.
Lin Meiju felt that he seemed to be thinner than when they met again in Nanyang Prefecture. He used to be strong and sturdy, but now he had become thin, and his waist was even thinner under the white gold-plated black belt.
Because of his thinness, the lines on his face had become even more hard and sharp, but it seemed as if she wasn't afraid of him. The traces of arrogance and rebellion in his eyes and eyebrows had been washed away by wind and rain, leaving only the tranquility imbued by the vast land. The afterglow of the setting sun fell on him, seeming to cast a soft light on him.
The wind blew, her dark robe fluttering. She could smell the scent of the wilderness, the wind sweeping across the Gobi Desert, as clear, gentle, and powerful as ever, rustling the grass. But unlike before, she could smell the faint smell of iron, mingled with gravel, a dry, bitter taste.
Lin Meizhu raised her head and waved towards a small boat on the ferry. A moment later, a girl about fifteen or sixteen years old ran over. When she saw Shen Changfeng, she said, "General Shen... Thank you so much!"
It was Xiaoman. She hadn't changed much from before; she'd grown taller and thinner, but she still had that childlike smile. However, her eyes looked much clearer.
Only then did Shen Changfeng realize that Lin Meizhu's words of thanks were not only for thanking him for saving Chuqi, but also for saving Xiaoman.
This three-year-late thank you meant she understood the truth, knew she'd wrongly accused him. But what good was that? It was too late. Too late. Now that the outcome was final, he had lost everything.
"Two years and nine months, I've waited 1,120 days and nights for these words. If you say this is your punishment, I accept it. But such cruel torture, to be dismissed with just a simple thank you, I cannot accept it! If you want me to forgive you for wrongly accusing me, at least... at least you have to let me hug you."
Shen Changfeng could only say these words to himself. In fact, after Lin Meizhu thanked him, she quickly left with Xiaoman, not giving him the opportunity to talk at length or complain, let alone let him hug her to calm down.
Shen Changfeng really wanted to give her a few more words of advice, such as going south as soon as possible while the situation was not yet chaotic, and being sure to use a false identity when going south, and not revealing her relationship with Chuqi... Then he thought, it was not his turn to say these things, as naturally, someone would help her take care of what he could think of.
Every time this happened, he couldn't help but think of the scene when she rushed into the military tent, and her uncontrollable sobs because of her excessive anxiety and fear. He wondered if one day she would rush to him like this, shedding tears for him and feeling sorry for him.
Thinking of this, he looked up at the curtain that was whistling in the wind, and then saw Lin Meiju lifting the curtain and walking towards him hurriedly.
Shen Changfeng held his breath for a moment, and his first reaction was that he was dreaming.
However, the strong smell of blood in the medical tent and the continuous screams of pain told him that this was not a dream.
Shen Changfeng saw her looking over, and saw her face suddenly become anxious. It was obvious that she quickened her pace again. He felt an inexplicable joy in his heart that he had not felt for a long time, and thought to himself: "Am I going to die?"
He reached out and touched his chest. His heart was still beating, so he wasn't dead yet.
He forgot to hide for a moment, his eyes met her figure, his lips moved, and he was about to speak when he saw her stop in front of the bed of a wounded soldier two rows away from him.
Shen Changfeng uttered a soft "Ah!" It turned out that she wasn't looking for him. His joy faded slightly, but he still couldn't help but curl his lips.
Lin Meiju didn't leave, she stayed.
Why didn't she leave?
Earlier, he had strictly controlled the city gates on the grounds of rampant bandits and preventing spies from entering the city. All those entering and leaving had to hold a military badge issued by the Fu Bo Army. Could it be that Lin Meizhu did not have time to leave the city before this?
Or maybe it was because he heard that many bandit dens in various prefectures and counties responded to the King of Chu's call and looted on a large scale, so he didn't dare to risk going south?
Or maybe you think the situation won't get to the worst, so you're still waiting and watching...?
Whatever the reason, Shen Changfeng felt like he'd earned it. He thought, half sadly, half sweetly: She stayed. He still had a chance to see her a few more times.
A few days ago, the soldiers of the Fu Bo Army who stayed in Nanyang and Duan Sanniang's siblings worked together to rescue Qin Yan at all costs. They were chased all the way by people sent by the King of Chu. Even Qingsong Suozhu and others were injured to varying degrees. The number of wounded in the medical camp increased sharply, and the army was in urgent need of doctors. The government posted a notice calling on civilian doctors to go to the military camp for support. Lin Meiju's appearance here now was undoubtedly one of the people who responded to the call.
While the situation outside was growing tense, Fancheng remained relatively peaceful. Years of harassment from bandits had conditioned the local people to maintain a steady and unshakable demeanor, eating, sleeping, and working as they pleased. Sometimes, seeing the wealthy families relocate, I felt a sense of unease, but then I turned around and saw my neighbors were still there, and my worries faded. Besides, the Fu Bo Army was still there.
Inside the Fancheng medical tent, many soldiers, despite their injuries, showed no signs of lethargy or dejection. Instead, they felt a surge of enthusiasm and encouragement. This was because the commander loved his soldiers like his own children, often visiting the tent personally to offer his encouragement. Initially, this was once every two days, then twice a day, and now, sometimes skipping or even forgetting meal and rest breaks, he would come and go several times a day, practically taking up residence in the tent.
The soldiers were deeply moved, and Suo Zhu was one of them. You know, every time Shen Changfeng came, he would stop at his position and ask about his condition in detail. Although it was just a few words back and forth, Suo Zhu still felt honored to receive the favor and care of the superiors.
That day, Suo Zhu was telling Shen Changfeng about his illness as usual, and Shen Changfeng, as usual, would glance away inadvertently while others were talking, but the difference was that this time he quickly looked away.
Lin Meizhu felt as if someone was looking at her. She raised her head and looked around for a few times, but saw nothing unusual.
She'd felt this way just a few days after arriving at the medical tent. His gaze would either linger behind her when she turned, or linger on her face when she lowered her head for a consultation. Whenever she chatted or laughed, his gaze would suddenly shift from its quiet state, tightening and then straightening, becoming angry and cursing, with a lingering hint of resentment. But every time she looked up, she couldn't find anything wrong, and she wondered if she was becoming paranoid.
Lin Meiju looked around again, and finally followed her memory to look in the direction of the gaze that was haunting her. When she passed a certain figure, her eyes paused.
Shen Changfeng noticed that the scrutinizing gaze had moved away and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"General? General?"
Shen Changfeng came back to his senses and heard Suo Zhu say again: "General, you are holding my injured shoulder."
Shen Changfeng hummed, and said, "Just to see how well you've done." After a pause, he pressed the other shoulder of the lock post and said, "Take good care of your injuries."
Shen Changfeng stood up, but did not leave immediately. His eyes quickly ran from left to right, and then from right to left, passing through those key locations one by one.
No. Shen Changfeng slowly frowned.
How could it be that he wasn't there? Where could he have gone in such a flash? Did he leave so early today?
"Who is the General looking for?"
When he suddenly heard the haunting voice behind him, Shen Changfeng's back stiffened and he slowly looked away.
Suozhu caught a glimpse of Lin Meiju's half-smile, hurriedly covered his head with the quilt, and lay back on the bed pretending to be dead.
For some reason, the soldiers were all a little afraid of Lin Meizhu, especially the veterans who had first followed Shen Changfeng. Although she had never lost her temper, everyone knew that she had Shen Changfeng under her thumb. They had also witnessed Shen Changfeng's dejected appearance after suffering a broken heart, so they inexplicably felt that Lin Meizhu was someone they couldn't mess with.
Being caught on the spot, it seemed too self-deceptive to deny it at this moment, but Shen Changfeng still weakly argued half a sentence, raised an eyebrow, and seemed a little surprised: "Ah... Doctor Lin, what a coincidence, you are here too."
Shen Changfeng was an eye-catching presence in this medical account book. At this moment, the two of them stood together and quickly attracted a lot of people's pretending casual gazes.
Lin Meizhu asked, "General Shen, may I have a moment to talk?"
A small medicine shed was temporarily built next to the medical tent to store medicine. When Shen Changfeng walked into the shed, Lin Meizhu's voice turned cold: "You can't stare at me like that anymore."
If this continues, everyone will think that he and she have rekindled their old love.
When she looked up, she saw that the man was still looking at her! She couldn't help but frown and scolded him lightly: "Have you seen enough?!"
Shen Changfeng's eyes were still lingering on her eyebrows, and he said, "If possible, I would like to look at you for a while longer."
Lin Meizhu turned her face away.
That's not possible.
Shen Changfeng pursed his lips and lowered his eyes.
The wind outside gradually died down, the patrolling soldiers retreated, and the noise died away. The medicine tent fell silent, and one could faintly hear two intertwined breathing sounds, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, slightly hot. The wind died in the tent, and wisps of medicinal fragrance rose in the air, mingling in a confusing, warm atmosphere that made one feel dizzy.
The flickering candlelight illuminated Lin Meizhu's cheeks, which were tilted to the side, a faint red. As if afraid of disturbing something, she lowered her voice unconsciously: "Don't look at me like that... This is not good."
Shen Changfeng used a negotiating tone and also lowered his voice: "I'll be more careful next time and watch secretly, okay?"
What's there to discuss? Lin Meizhu glared at him, "You...!"
Shen Changfeng blurted out: "I can't control myself."
He said softly, "I can't help it. It's really too hard."
Lin Meiju glanced at him. Such a tall man, but he slumped his shoulders and lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong, with a look of loneliness and depression that could not be concealed no matter how hard he tried.
Lin Meiju was about to say the words of blame, but suddenly she couldn't say them.
She thought to herself: "My eyes are on someone else's body, can I really blind him with poison? Just watch him, as long as he doesn't do anything strange. There are more than just this one medical bill. If I can't afford to offend you, can I just avoid you?"
Seeing that she was not angry, Shen Changfeng seemed to know what she was thinking. A look of regret and reluctance appeared on his face, but in fact he was very happy inside.
Most of the wounded in Fancheng were his soldiers, even those batches of conscripted civilians were his men. The whole city was his spies. As long as Lin Meiju was still in the city, how could he not know where she had gone?
Lin Meizhu had no idea that this person had ulterior motives, so she said, "General, please go back."
Shen Changfeng nodded and said okay.
Lin Meizhu took the account book and began counting the medicine jars and porcelain bottles on the low cabinet. After a while, the feeling of being watched returned. She peeked out through the gaps between the bottles and jars, frowning. Sure enough, she saw that the man hadn't left yet. Not only had he not left, he had found a seat and even poured herself a cup of tea!
Before anyone could get angry, Shen Changfeng mused, "I still have something to discuss with you."
Lin Meizhu walked out of the low cabinet, raised her eyebrows, and motioned for him to speak.
Shen Changfeng pretended to be lost in thought and said, "I forgot for a moment. Let me think about it."
After waiting for a long time with no one speaking, Lin Meizhu snapped the account book shut and chuckled, "Want to rest here? Tell me if you remember it tonight."
Shen Changfeng laughed: "Is it really possible?"
Lin Meizhu cursed: "You can't do that! Get out!"
Shen Changfeng put down the teacup and said with some regret: "Okay, I'll come find you when I remember it."
He said this, but he still sat there and showed no intention of getting up.
Lin Meizhu couldn't stand it any longer, so she snatched his teacup away, grabbed his arm, and dragged him out of the tent. Shen Changfeng looked at the place where she was holding his hand, feeling sweet inside, thinking: Her personality is still the same as before. How nice.
Lin Meiju lifted the curtain, stretched out her arm and pointed outside, indicating that he could go without seeing her off.
Shen Changfeng was silent for a while, and finally started to walk out. At the moment when the two were about to pass each other, Shen Changfeng suddenly turned around, quickly put his arm around Lin Meiju's waist, supported her neck with his other hand, and hugged her tightly in his arms.
He leaned over and buried his head in the crook of her neck and took a deep breath. Still not feeling it was enough, he lightly touched the tip of his nose to her cheek and took a few more breaths of trembling hot breath.
Help, she smells so good, she really smells so good and sweet… He can’t bear it anymore.
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