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After running for a while, from the plains to the forest, they finally arrived at the camp. It was already dark, and campfires had been lit at the place where Yuwen Sheng and the others had temporarily set up camp.
Zheng Quchi ignored Yuwen Sheng's outstretched hand, nimbly slid off her horse, and then quickly tidied her messy hair. She tried to comb it, but it was still difficult to do so, mainly because one of her arms was injured and it was inconvenient for her.
The wound had been treated with medicine not long ago and didn't need bandaging. The wound wasn't too deep, after all, she had calculated the angle at which the spear hit her. It was just for acting, not a real act of heroism.
Yuwen Sheng gave her the medicine. She had been riding a horse on a bumpy ride, which inevitably caused friction against her wound. He naturally noticed that something was wrong, and she didn't hide it from him.
Just as she was starting to get irritated, a pair of long, slender, and fair hands turned her head back, then lowered their long eyelashes and carefully and patiently smoothed her messy hair. She looked up at him with her big, watery eyes and felt that his expression was very calm and gentle.
She waited quietly for him to finish, and after a while, his movements became slower and slower until he finally stopped.
"All done?"
He hesitated for a moment, then said, "Why don't we just cut it?"
Zheng Quchi angrily swatted his hand away: "Cut your hair my foot! What did my hair do to you that you want to cut it? It's just a little messy, isn't it? It'll be fine after you fix it."
Three minutes later, Zheng Quchi reached out: "Give me the sword."
Yuwen Sheng: "..."
In the end, Zheng Quchi's curly hair was saved. Yuwen Sheng took her to his tent and, with his hands wet, smoothed out her frizzy and tangled hair strand by strand. Whenever he pulled on her hair and hurt her, she would grimace, but she wouldn't make a sound; she endured it the whole time.
It's hard to believe how long it's been since she's taken care of her hair. She usually just haphazardly ties it up, and sometimes when she's busy, it's a miracle she even remembers to eat. She's always been rather indifferent to the trivialities of life.
If she hadn't seen Yuwen Sheng and remembered that she was still a married woman, the wife of a general of a nation, and that no one recognized her at first glance, she wouldn't have realized how terrible her appearance had been over the past few years.
Not only did she get a tan, but she also looked sloppy...
Yuwen Sheng asked her, "Weren't you busy repairing the Cangling Dam in the capital? Why did you suddenly come here?"
“It wasn’t sudden. Actually, I planned to come here half a year ago, but I thought, what’s the use of just one person coming? By the way, how’s your injury?” she asked him.
What good is it for just one person to come over...? Perhaps it's useless to others, but for Yuwen Sheng, it's definitely a cure.
But she probably only took it as a joke, and Yuwen Sheng probably didn't want to say these things lightly, so he lazily said, "You won't die, and you're all better now."
Upon hearing this, Zheng Quchi recalled the time when he stubbornly refused to eat the food his elder brother cooked, neglecting his health and sometimes eating a full meal and sometimes going hungry.
"You never take your health seriously. You can do whatever you want when you're young, but what will you do when you get old?" she scolded unconsciously.
Yuwen Sheng glanced at her: "Don't I still have you? Now that I'm old, will you start to despise me?"
Upon hearing this, Zheng Quchi shuddered. "Stop, stop! How did this perfectly good topic suddenly turn into something so strange?"
For a moment, she didn't know how to respond, so she could only say, "My project is already more than halfway done, so it shouldn't be a problem for them to take care of it for a while. But I can't stay here for long either. The reasons I came here are threefold: first, to see what the situation is like in Wubao and why you've been staying here for so long; second, to bring you some food and supplies to help you get through the winter, so you don't have to suffer. Fighting and guarding the border is already tough enough. I will work hard to earn money so that our soldiers won't be cold or hungry anymore; and third, I have an idea I'd like to discuss with you."
As Yuwen Sheng listened to her incessant chatter, a strange weariness welled up from the bottom of his heart, a feeling that was both comforting and lingering. He gently rested his chin on her shoulder, but did not put all his weight on her. Zheng Quchi moved, but was stopped by him.
"I'm so tired, can I lean on you for a bit, just for a little while?"
His voice was low, husky, and magnetic, with a soft, whimpering quality that stirred Zheng Quchi's sensitive and delicate ears and neck.
She tilted her head uncomfortably: "You get tired too. I thought you were made of iron, that you wouldn't go back after all these years."
"Of course I want to go back..."
But he couldn't, because he didn't know how much longer he could hold on...
Zheng Quchi sensed something was off about his tone, so she pursed her lips and asked softly, "Are you sick?"
Yuwen Sheng's eyelashes curved slightly, he blinked a few times, and asked plaintively, "It's been so many years, are you still angry with me?"
Upon hearing this, Zheng Quchi immediately put on a stern face and said with great principle, "Let's not talk about this for now. I need to keep a calm mind and talk to you about some serious matters first."
"What important matter is it?"
Zheng Quchi seemed to be organizing her thoughts, but in the end she spoke in the simplest and most straightforward way: "I want you to choose any one of the seven kingdoms to start a war!"
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