Chapter 84 He subconsciously stretched out his face. He subconsciously stretched out his face...
The piercing moonlight converged on the cold light, leaving behind a circle of afterimages.
The white light magnified in Zhang Min's pupils, but he stared at the person behind the white light without blinking.
“Swish, swish, swish—”
Three arrows flew over his shoulders, passed through his scattered hair, and with a few "puff" sounds, pierced into Ajanlasham's shoulders and arms.
The Mobei strong man who suddenly jumped up and rushed towards him fell to the ground like a bull.
The bright red blood stained the yellow sand.
At the same time, a shadow also pounced out - the black falcon.
His hand and the arrow landed on Ajinlasham's other shoulder almost at the same time.
With a "click", Ajin Lashamu's other arm fell down limply.
The Mobei strong man knew that he would never have the chance in this lifetime to kill this shadow that had hung over the head of the Mobei warrior for many years. He smiled sadly and was about to swallow what he was holding in his teeth.
Luoying and the others reacted quickly and rushed forward to hold down Ajian Lashamu, who was still trying to struggle, dislocated his jaw, and took out the small blade from his mouth.
Ajian Lashamu raised his head to the sky and shouted angrily: "Ah——"
Luoying pulled off his belt and covered his mouth with it.
The victors are the kings and the losers are the bandits, it has always been like this.
What are you arguing about?
Zhang Min stared at Ye Jindian who put down her bow and arrow, and told Fufeng to deal with the spoils and then write a letter to the little prince Nuhara.
It is believed that after the peace talks between the two countries, Dayan will promote him to the position of King of Beiwan.
As for how to choose his words, his mind was a little confused now, so he let Fu Feng take care of it. He probably needed to rest for a while.
Fu Feng glanced sideways at Ye Jindian, then looked at their prime minister's dazed eyes, and sensibly gave up the main tent to the two of them, allowing them to reunite for a moment.
But it probably won’t last too long.
The three armies had to take a breath and then be rewarded. Beiwan had been severely damaged, but they still had to be on guard, not to mention guarding against the old Sikong's next move.
Mainly -
He also had a ten-thousandth of worry that their sister-in-law was the backup.
Therefore, the main tent must be vacated and the garrison must be held.
He gave a gesture, and the soldiers in heavy armor neatly divided into two rows, forming a circle around the main tent.
Fu Feng saluted Ye Jindian and said, "The military camp is not as safe as the city. I hope Ye Gong will forgive me."
Ye Jindian naturally understood what he was guarding against, but she didn't care.
"General, that's serious. You're just doing your job."
She threw the bow and arrow in her hand to Fufeng, turned around and stepped into the main tent and stood in the courtyard.
Zhang Min held the confiscated scimitar at his waist tightly in his right hand, and the weapons collided with each other, making a chaotic "cracking" sound.
“Huff—Huff—”
The cold wind howled in Mobei at night.
The commander's flag fluttered, rolling up the snow-blue "Zhang" character with a black background and purple edges.
He led a thousand light cavalry deep into the northern desert and was not as nervous as he is now. He had no choice but to move forward.
Ye Jindian stood with her back to the heavy door curtain, beside the candlelight, and looked at the furnishings in the room.
In fact, this place is too simple to be the main tent. The middle is the meeting place, the right side is filled with documents, and the left side is separated by the cheapest bamboo screen. Through the gap, you can vaguely see a couch and a box.
In the box that was as high as the couch, there were probably only two or three sets of clothes, enough for changing, and nothing else.
When she heard footsteps, she slowly turned around.
Zhang Min disappeared in the desert for more than 20 days. Naturally, he had no conditions to take a bath. Even the water he drank was saved. When his beard grew, he would shave it with the sword he carried with him.
If it weren't for his truly superior facial features, the young general in armor would probably be no different from a beggar.
He opened his mouth and subconsciously wanted to call "wife", but stopped when he met her calm gaze, and called out "Tiantian" in a sullen tone.
Ye Jindian responded with a "hmm": "Can I go in and get something?"
Zhang Min turned his head and looked at where she pointed. He felt a little embarrassed and nodded: "You... whatever you want, you can touch my things."
After getting the consent, Ye Jindian turned around, walked around the bamboo screen and opened his box.
As expected, there was only a thick coat to keep warm and a few sets of underwear, nothing else.
She dug out a folded change of clothes.
When Zhang Min saw her opening the box, his heart skipped a beat. He quickly stepped behind the bamboo screen and stared at it nervously.
Ye Jindian wanted to get up, but seeing that he was nervous, she calmly put the clothes on the couch and continued to search the boxes.
Afterwards——
My fingertips felt a touch of coldness.
She took the thing out and looked at it. When her eyes fell on the familiar white jade hairpin, her pupils trembled along with her eyelashes as if they were burned.
The palm of his hand suddenly tightened.
The peach and apricot blossoms on the hairpin were pressed firmly into her palm.
Those somewhat piercing lines spread all the way to the depths of my heart, awakening memories that had been dormant for several months.
"Click."
A tear fell on the back of her hand.
She looked up at Zhang Min, who looked uneasy.
Behind a bamboo screen, the candlelight was cut into pieces and fell on them.
There was just a ray of fire that fell into the pupil of the peach blossom eye, twisted and fitted along the tear marks, flashing a faint light, and was particularly conspicuous.
Zhang Min lifted the red cape from behind him, half-knelt in front of her, and quickly explained, "This is a white jade hairpin I carved for you when my skills were not as good as before. It's not something given to me by anyone, nor is it something I want to give to others. I have never given these things to others, and no one has ever given them to me."
In his life, apart from escaping from the Zhang family and fighting in the military, there was little else.
The person you admire and love, from beginning to end, there is only one person, and I only want to hold hands with this person.
so……
So what.
He didn't dare to be sure that she cared about him.
Zhang Min's thoughts were scattered in her tearful eyes, and she could only repeat softly the words that could not be more vulgar:
"Tiantian, don't cry."
He lowered his head, trying to find a piece of clean cloth from his body to wipe her tears.
Unable to find it, he had to pick up the clothes on the couch, pick up a corner, and carefully wipe away the tears from her eyes.
There were many small scars on her face caused by wind and sand.
He didn't dare to use force.
When the two of them got closer, Ye Jindian could see clearly that there was also sand and dust hidden between his brows.
She raised her hand and placed it on his brow, brushing it lightly, and yellow dust fluttered down on his eyelashes.
Zhang Min closed his eyes subconsciously.
The soft fingertips fell on the thick eyelashes, flicking away the yellow soil, and then dropped it under the eyes, pressing on the dark blue that even the yellow sand could not cover.
Zhang Min slowly opened his eyes again and murmured to her, "Tiantian?"
"Um."
A single word came out of her throat, carrying the lingering sound of crying, which made his heart tighten.
She wanted to withdraw her fingers, but he subconsciously stretched his face out.
Ye Jindian flipped her palm and swept it across the side of his face, wiping off some of the thick yellow sand that was attached to it.
The scattered hair gently fell on the back of her hand and scratched it.
"You clearly saw it just now, why didn't you dodge?" She pinched the hair that was brushed by the arrow, "Aren't you afraid? It's you I'm going to kill with those three arrows."
Zhang Min looked at her expression and said carefully, "But if I don't move, the arrow won't hit me..."
Ye Jindian paused her fingers, wrapped around the hair that had slipped through her fingers, and slowly tightened them.
"But I've calculated that there are arrows on the right, I hear Ajian Lashamu's movements behind me, and I see the black falcon coming from the left. So I can only roll forward and pounce on Fufeng." Zhang Min explained quickly, "I think it's better to stay where I am and let the others move."
As a head coach, adapting flexibly to changing circumstances is an instinct ingrained in him.
The people of Northern Wan had a habit of sealing a small blade with wax and placing it in their mouths, usually pressing it with the back of their tongue. If someone searched them, unless their throats were cut, they could hide it halfway down their throats and not swallow it completely, but that would hinder their breathing and they couldn't hide it like that for long.
When necessary, they can bite through the wax in their mouths to reveal the sharp blade.
Therefore, the tongues of the people in Beiwan are very flexible, and are no less skillful than a pair of hands.
He was friends with the little prince Nuhara, and had practiced martial arts for a while out of curiosity in his early years. He knew that Ajla Shamu's final attack was aimed at his neck.
Even if he stood still, he was ready to counterattack and capture the opponent at any time.
Ye Jindian withdrew her gaze from him and let it fall on the wrinkled and gray soft pajamas in his hands.
Zhang Min lowered his eyes and shuddered: "I'll wash it!"
Ye Jindian raised her eyes and looked back at his face. "The general is so feared by the people of Beiwan that he dared to invade the royal court with a thousand light cavalrymen eight hundred miles away. He is so brave. Why would he be afraid of a little girl like me?"
Using the word "胆" three times in a row, it seems that he is really holding back his anger.
Zhang Min retorted softly, "Actually, the royal court isn't eight hundred miles away from Sand City. At most, it's six..."
The rest of the words were bitten off and swallowed back into his stomach under Ye Jindian's calm gaze.
Ye Jindian took a breath, found a clean nightgown, put it on the couch, and then covered the box.
She propped herself up on the bed and asked the soldiers outside to bring two buckets of hot water, a basin and two clean towels.
Zhang Min followed her out and told Luo Ying a few things.
Fu Feng was very considerate. Upon hearing the news that he had returned to the city, he began to order the logistics department to prepare hot water, which could now be delivered with just a call.
Zhang Min stopped in front of the curtain.
He heard the sound of water.
After a while, Ye Jindian came out with a face full of heat.
"What are you standing there for?" She looked at Zhang Min, who was scratching his ear out of guilt. She raised her hand to hold down the heavy door curtain and stepped aside to make way. "Come in."
Zhang Min had no choice but to go in.
Ye Jindian moved the bamboo screen away and said to the person behind her, "Take off your clothes."
Zhang Min stretched out his hand to help but missed, so he pressed it back on his armor, hesitating to move.
"You take it off yourself, or I do it for you." Ye Jindian didn't hear any movement, and used a dagger to light the candle flame, and said without turning his head.
When she turned around again, Zhang Min was only wearing a pair of underwear. He was facing away from her and bending over to pour water into the basin.
Ye Jindian came closer and put down the small stool: "Sit down, I will comb your hair and wipe it for you."
He has been running around all day and it is not time to wash his hair.
Just rub it lightly, smooth it out, massage your scalp, and relax it to help you fall asleep.
As for his face and body, he just sat down and scrubbed them clean.
She didn't ask about the injuries she saw, but quickly asked him to wash up and lie down on the bed to rest while she took care of him.
Zhang Min's eyelids were twitching, but he still didn't want to close his eyes and watch her busy.
Ye Jindian held the medicine box, sat back on the couch, and covered his eyes with her hands: "Sleep well, I won't leave tonight."
Zhang Min blinked, touched the hem of her loose skirt and pulled it.
"You're tired, you need to rest." Ye Jindian bent down to get the medicine, cloth tape, and scissors. "This is too long, let's talk about it when you wake up."
While treating his chest injury, she released her hand that was covering his eyes, bent down and kissed his eyelids as a comfort, and asked him if he felt at ease.
The warmth on her lips made Zhang Min's eyelids tremble slightly. He tightened his fingertips around the part of the skirt and gathered it into his palm.
He pressed on, "I can't feel at ease."
Ye Jindian put her arms around his chest and quickened the pace of wrapping the cloth around it.
He had many wounds on his body, including serious injuries on his chest, arms, waist, abdomen and legs, and was almost like a cloth puppet.
Ye Jindian tied the knot, pushed the medicine box aside, extinguished the candle, and climbed onto the bed.
She threw the blanket in his face and said, "If you keep staring at me and I don't sleep, I'll go back to Tiehua City tomorrow. I'll have to find another military craftsman to repair your broken weapons."
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