Chapter 55: Status She took out the folding fan from his waist and tapped him on the face: ...
The chirping of birds echoed in the forest, leaving only a full moon.
Inside the house, Aruo's eyes reflected the moonlight, curved into a cunning arc: "Aruo - I was kidding you, Alan, don't take it seriously." Aruo dragged out the last word, and his face suddenly moved close to Fang Yilan, deliberately scaring her.
Fang Yilan smiled helplessly, but she also knew that Aruo was just using a joke to cover up the prophecy.
Aruo blinked, looked out the window, and his expression became serious. "It's getting late. It's not safe in the mountains at night. Aruo will take you down the mountain."
After hearing this, Fang Yilan also stood up and said, "Then we'll take our leave first. Thank you for your hospitality today. I still remember the way down the mountain. Aruo, please stay."
But Aruo still insisted on sending them to the village entrance.
On both sides of the mountain path, ancient cypresses stood quietly, bathed in moonlight. Fang Yilan and his group walked down the mountain on the stone steps, but happened to meet someone holding a torch and going up the mountain.
The leading man was tall, with slanted sword-like eyebrows and a scar across his brow. He looked very cold and stern, but the sword on his waist was tied with a cherry-colored tassel that looked out of place.
Upon seeing Fang Yilan, a hint of surprise flashed across the man's eyes. He then bowed and said, "General Fang? I heard from my men that you have arrived in Nanxi. I was too busy to greet you in time. I never expected to run into you here."
When Aruo saw the person coming, he suddenly seemed to remember something, slammed his palm hard, and exclaimed softly: "Ah, Aruo forgot, today is the fifteenth!"
Fang Yilan looked puzzled and asked Aruo, "Do you know each other?"
A Ruo nodded and said, "Yes, A Ruo wants to help him with the Gu."
"An Gu?"
"Aruo used Gu to save his life, but..."
"Aruo." He Shou interrupted her at the right time, his face a little stiff.
Aruo stuck out his tongue unhappily: "Humph! Got it, Aruo won't say anymore."
He Shou turned to Fang Yilan and signaled, "The mountain road is muddy and bumpy, General Fang, please set off earlier." After that, he pushed Aruo's waist and took him away.
Although Aruo was somewhat reluctant, he did not hesitate. The two of them gradually merged into the twinkling lights of the village.
Fang Yilan looked back at the two of them, wondering what she was thinking.
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The bed curtains were piled up in layers, and He Shoumai's brown chest was covered with sweat. A slightly wriggling shadow of a foreign object appeared at his heart, constantly moving in the green veins.
Aruo leaned over him, feeling the insect under his skin with his palm, confirmed its location, and then put his lips on that spot and bit it hard.
A poisonous insect crawled out of her mouth and burrowed deep into her flesh through the wound.
He Shou's muscles suddenly tensed up and a muffled groan escaped from his throat.
"A Shou didn't come on the first day of the new year, and the poison has eaten too deep. If you delay for a few more days, your heart will be eaten through." Aruo's scattered hair fell on his chest, and with her breathing, she brought out a slight itch.
He Shou panted, beads of sweat gathered along his neck and gathered in the clavicle. He did not answer Aruo's question, but asked: "How do you know Fang Yilan?"
Aruo supported her head, shook her legs back and forth, and the silver bells on her ankles rang softly as she told him everything that had happened during the day.
"We've only known each other for one day... and you've already brought him back to the village." He Shou sneered.
Aruo tilted her head, her eyebrows curved into crescents: "Aruo doesn't know either, I just think Alan is a very good person."
Her eyes lit up, and her fingertips roamed along the sweaty skin. "Ah Shou is jealous? Ah Ruo's love for Ah Lan is not the same as her love for Ah Shou."
The piercing pain in his chest had almost subsided. He Shou suddenly turned over, grabbed the rebellious hand and pressed it against the pillow. He lowered his eyes and asked her, "What kind of love do you have for me?"
Aruo suddenly raised her head and bit his Adam's apple: "If Aruo didn't have to marry the mountain god, Aruo would be willing to marry Ah Shou." After saying that, she felt a little embarrassed, buried her head in the quilt and smiled, no longer looking at him.
The laughter was like a silver bell, ringing into He Shou's heart. He Shou's eyes darkened: "I won't let you marry a stone."
He pulled back the quilt, grabbed her waist, and pulled her out of the bed. The bamboo bed creaked slightly, accompanied by heavy breathing.
The moonlight only illuminated the messy pile of clothes outside the curtain.
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A carrier pigeon flapped its wings and quietly landed on the window of the inn in the city. Zhao Huaixu took the secret letter from the pigeon's leg.
Fang Yilan folded her arms and leaned back, saying with a hint of sarcasm, "When will your Seventh Prince change his habit of visiting the boudoir at night?"
"Why not change your career and become a flower thief..."
Halfway through her words, she saw Zhao Huaixu looking at the letter, and the corners of his mouth suddenly curled up.
Fang Yilan's curiosity was instantly piqued. She took a few steps closer, her eyes fell on the letter, and asked, "What's in it? Why are you reading it with such relish..."
As she spoke, she reached out to grab the secret letter and immediately saw the words "skin to skin" on it.
As if it was burned by fire, Fang Yilan hurriedly raised the letter and threw it back into Zhao Huaixu's arms.
"What's wrong? What's written wrong?" Zhao Huaixu slowly unfolded the letter and opened his thin lips to read it aloud.
Fang Yilan snatched the letter and crumpled it into a ball. The tips of her ears were red as if they were about to bleed. She said speechlessly, "Ridiculous! Instead of writing something serious, you just wrote nonsense."
Zhao Huaixu chuckled at her flustered look, then held Fang Yilan's wrist to prevent her from escaping. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "What's ridiculous about that? I mean, they..."
He suddenly exerted force and pulled the person closer to his arms: "Or are you talking about us at this moment?"
Zhao Huaixu smiled and added, "It's just some intimate things between lovers. Just like you and me."
Fang Yilan raised her foot and was about to kick his knee: "How is it the same?"
"Alan is also like He Shou to Miss Aruo, refusing to give me a name?"
Zhao Huaixu suddenly loosened his grip and dodged the attack, his long crow-feather eyelashes casting a desolate shadow under his eyes.
here we go again…
Fang Yilan suddenly pushed him onto a chair in the hall, straddling him. She pulled out the folding fan from his waist and tapped him on the face: "Tell me, what kind of status do you want?"
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The morning light pierced through the mist in the martial arts arena. Fang Yilan led his army to reunite with He Shou and his men.
Fang Yilan immediately noticed the conspicuous red mark on He Shou's Adam's apple, then he coughed lightly and said, "General He, tell me about the Nanzhao army's deployment."
He Shou also noticed the faint red mark on Fang Yilan's neck, and glanced at Zhao Huaixu beside him.
He quickly regained his serious expression, drew a circle on the sand table, and responded, "He Wei has increased border patrols, seemingly preparing for a large-scale invasion. In addition, several small tribes in Nanzhao have begun to frequently harass our defense zone."
Fang Yilan frowned slightly: "It seems that we can't just sit there and wait for death. Why don't we take the initiative to attack and test their strength."
He Shou nodded in agreement. "General Fang is absolutely right. Their plans are not yet complete, so this is a good time for us to break the deadlock."
After the two men discussed, they decided to send troops immediately. The army quickly assembled and headed towards Nanzhao.
Nanzhao's scouts quickly noticed the movements of Ruining's army and the news was quickly passed back to the camp.
The gate of Nanzhao City slowly opened, and He Wei took the lead. A bronze fang mask covered half of his face. He looked taller than He Shou. He held a sword in his left hand and led his men out of the city to fight.
Jiaoyue suddenly raised his hooves excitedly towards the enemy general, and Fang Yilan had to clamp his legs tightly around the horse's belly.
He Wei's voice was hoarse as he spurred his horse forward. "You little wolf cub, who can't even tame a horse, dares to lead his troops to provoke us? You really don't know how to live or die!"
Fang Yilan also urged Jiaoyue to go forward to fight: "Then please teach me, Your Excellency!"
He Wei suddenly charged, and Fang Yilan blocked with her spear. The friction between the spear shaft and the blade sent out dazzling sparks, and the vibrations from the spear shaft made her palms numb. Fang Yilan then swept across, trying to attack He Wei's lower body, but He Wei had already retreated half a step to create distance, then spun back and struck back, knocking Fang Yilan's spear tip to the ground and sideways.
The two war horses were breathing heavily, and on the battlefield, they retreated anxiously and then collided forward as the two men exchanged moves.
He Weiben was going to stab Fang Yilan in the face, but suddenly changed his tactics and slammed the back of the knife heavily on her right shoulder. Fang Yilan was hit so hard that she took a step back with Jiaoyue.
"The move you made just now was too soft. If you had encountered a soldier wielding a Mo Dao, the right half of your arm would have been cut off."
Fang Yilan's heart trembled. What He Wei said was true. She quickly adjusted her moves and her shooting speed increased significantly.
He Wei's right hand was seriously injured. Although he cleverly deflected the fatal move, it was difficult for him to change his body's center of gravity when making the move, which she noticed.
Fang Yilan swung his gun and attacked his right side. He Wei swung his knife to block, but his center of gravity shifted a few inches and he was forced to retreat backwards by the force of the gun. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, Fang Yilan thought he laughed.
"You..." Her question was drowned out by the sound of metal collision.
"You dare to be distracted on the battlefield? You're looking for death!" He Wei's blade brushed past her neck, cutting off a strand of her hair, but he turned the blade over at the last moment.
Suddenly, a whistling sound of arrows rang out in the distance. He Wei reined in his horse and retreated into the city gate: "I'll let you go this time."
The setting sun stretched his shadow very long, and in a trance it overlapped with a figure in his memory, until the heavy city gate slowly closed.
Fang Yilan shook her head, trying to dispel this absurd thought. She must be crazy, how could she have such an illusion.
It was not until they returned to the camp that Zhao Huaixu brought medicine and gently treated the scratch on her arm. However, Fang Yilan's mind was completely unable to concentrate on the present, and the battle of the day kept replaying in her mind.
He Wei seemed to be very familiar with her moves, and he could always predict them in advance and resolve them easily. Moreover, it could be seen from his knife movements that some of the moves were evolved from gun moves.
His blade was sharp, but not aggressive, and even had a hint of instruction.
Just as she was lost in thought, the tent curtain was gently lifted. Fang Yilan subconsciously looked up and immediately saw a familiar figure. Yuan Qingjun smiled and said, "It's really a coincidence that I always come here."
Fang Yilan's eyes widened: "Sister Qingjun? Why are you here too?"
Yuan Qingjun casually set the bundle aside, took the medicine and continued bandaging her wound, smiling, "I've gained a lot from this epidemic. Thinking that the southwest still holds many hidden medical secrets I've never encountered, I was genuinely curious, so I came all the way here to explore. Of course, I also came to see you."
Fang Yilan hesitated for a moment, then called out, "Sister Qingyun..."
Yuan Qingjun turned his head, his eyes full of concern: "What's wrong?"
"I always feel like my brother... is still alive..."
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