Tomorrow is the day when Liao Chongwu will set off with his troops. At this moment, being in the same room with Zhong Minge, facing the crescent moon in the night sky outside, the two of them are naturally inseparable.
"I'll be back in two months at most," Liao Chongwu said softly as he stroked Zhong Ming'e's long hair, "Don't worry, I will take good care of myself and will never get a new wound on my body. You are not allowed to stay at home all day with random thoughts."
"It's good that you know I'm worried," Zhong Minge sighed, "It's good that I know I worry about you every day."
"I know, I know everything." Liao Chongwu smiled suddenly, his lips curled, and he gently covered Zhong Ming'e's chest with his big hand. He lowered his eyes and gently looked at the two people's long black hair mixed together and hanging on Zhong Ming'e's chest. "This is always filled with me, and only me."
"What about you?" Zhong Minge stretched out his hand and covered his chest, raised his eyebrows and asked him, "What are you pretending to be?"
"Put your ear close to me, and I'll tell you..." Liao Chongwu looked at the little white ear that was close to him and couldn't help laughing. Then he said softly to the little ear, word by word, "You've just let go of your brows, but it's still on your mind."
"Bah! Who did you learn these sour words from?!" Zhong Minge was stunned at first, then he blushed and pushed Liao Chongwu away, but couldn't help but smiled and said, "Remember to learn more in the future, I'm really interested in it."
"Okay!" Liao Chongwu laughed broadly, with fine lines on the corners of his eyes. He leaned over and shamelessly nibbled and bit Bai Jinjin's face, making Zhong Minge scream and laugh. Liao Chongwu was afraid that he would have cramps from laughing, so he stopped and said with a smile, "How about you teach me now? If you were my master, I would definitely learn quickly!"
"Okay," Zhong Ming'e smiled enough, resting her head on the man's legs, looking at him with her watery eyes without blinking, and chanting softly word by word, "Since the farewell, my heart is hard to let go. When will the longing end? I lean on the railing to brush the poplar catkins and snow. The stream is slanting, the mountain is blocking the way, and the person is leaving!"
Liao Chongwu looked at those watery eyes, said nothing more, and lowered his head little by little.
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August 15, 1934
Mid-Autumn Festival.
Suburbs of Beijing.
Prince An’s camp.
Ten days ago, His Majesty Zhong Mingzheng ordered the Beijing Army to attack Zhili and strangle the rebellious party of Prince An. As a result, the Beijing Army suffered a continuous defeat after the fight with Prince An's army. Within ten days, Prince An's camp moved from Zhili to the suburbs of Beijing, and its number of troops increased from 20,000 to 50,000. Among them, the more than 30,000 extra soldiers were mostly captives who voluntarily surrendered from the Beijing Army. Now, there are less than 20,000 soldiers left in the Beijing Army, and they have retreated into the capital, planning to fight a desperate battle, while Prince An's army has set up camp in the suburbs of Beijing.
"Master, why don't we strike while the iron is hot and attack the capital directly?" In the big tent, Zhong Mingwei, Mei Ya and others were sitting together chatting. Fu Jiayou asked impatiently.
"Today is Mid-Autumn Festival. If we attack the city, I'm afraid that all the people in the capital won't be able to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival. By then, the people will definitely be resentful of us," Zhong Mingwei hadn't spoken yet, but Mei Ya spoke up, "and it's good for the army to stop and rest. The soldiers have been fighting for so long, and it's time to stop and rest. It's just right for us to spend a reunion festival with the soldiers."
"Madam, you are thoughtful," Kong Wenmin nodded hurriedly, and sighed, "In the past, in the Imperial Guards, who cared about festivals? During these solar terms, we had to work harder than before, for fear of mistakes. We were always worried about doing things, and we were always on edge all year round. But since we went to Ningguta, we have only celebrated a few festivals properly." At this point, Kong Wenmin suddenly remembered something, and then his eyes were somewhat unnaturally cast on Chen Qingxuan beside him, and then he lowered his voice and said to Chen Qingxuan, "Remember last year's Mid-Autumn Festival, I happened to be sending you to the provincial examination, and we celebrated it halfway."
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