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That very night after returning to camp, Peng Xuan'an opened the book "An He Xing" and his face darkened as he finished reading it.
No wonder she associated me with Qin Xiangde!
He angrily slammed the "An He Xing" to the ground, glanced down at it, and then laughed in a fit of rage. Seeing that the night was not yet completely dark, he thought of getting up to go find Pang Linqiu to "ask her".
"General, may I come in?" Pang Linqiu asked politely from the tent entrance.
What a coincidence! What a coincidence! He didn't even need to look for her; she came to him herself! He suppressed his anger and forced himself to remain calm.
"What is it? Come in and tell me," he replied.
"Oh." She approached the tent, holding a letter in her hand. She walked straight towards Peng Xuan'an and handed him the envelope.
She left with the words, "It's from Brother Mohe," and turned to leave.
"Wait!" He grabbed the envelope and quickly called out to her.
"What?" She stopped, her face stern.
He tossed the envelope onto the table, got up, and hurried over to her, grabbing her shoulders and turning her to face him.
His face darkened. "Pang Linqiu, why do you think I would be with Qin Xiangde?"
Pang Linqiu was puzzled by his behavior and thought the person in front of her was crazy. "Didn't you hint at something?" She thought he was talking about the swan.
What did I imply?
"Two males, you and Brother Mohe too..."
"Shut up!" He quickly interrupted her, frowning and saying seriously, "I'm not gay! And I have no homosexual desires!" He cupped the back of her head with one hand and kissed her directly.
Their lips touched, and she was startled. He closed his eyes, wanting to prove his affection. His tongue tentatively slipped into her mouth, finding hers and pulling it together in a passionate embrace. Their hot breaths mingled, the tingling sensation of their touch and the suffocating feeling of not being able to breathe overwhelmed her. Her legs went weak, and she tried to push against his chest with her hands.
The kiss felt like it was taking her life, making it hard for her to catch her breath. She resisted, trying to push him away. But because of the disparity in strength, she couldn't push him away, much less push him deeper. He relentlessly bit his prey like a hungry wolf.
Peng Xuan'an put one arm around her waist, feeling as if she was completely limp and only supported by that arm to avoid falling. He reluctantly let go, panting heavily as he looked at her.
She abruptly turned her head away and gagged. After vomiting, she greedily inhaled the oxygen in the air, afraid of fainting from lack of oxygen. She was furious.
Seeing how much she disliked him, Peng Xuan'an felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart, making it hard to breathe.
He said earnestly, "Miss Pang, I like women! Women like you. Not men! Xiangde and I are just brothers, and besides, he..."
"Get out!" She felt nauseous all over, her body still trembling slightly. She turned around and glared at him with disgust, panting, "Peng Xuan'an! That's enough! Aren't you disgusting!"
The word "disgusting" struck him like a thunderbolt. He was stunned for a moment, then lowered his eyes and whispered, "Linqiu... I just wanted to tell you..." The person I like is you, so why are you pretending not to see it?
Before he could finish speaking, Pang Linqiu glared at him, silencing him. Suddenly, a crisp slap rang out, leaving a mark on his handsome cheek that slowly turned red, followed by a burning pain.
She ran away...
His heart felt as if it were being torn apart...
He stood there, stunned, looking up in the direction she had run off to, as if he could hardly breathe...
Pang Linqiu's arrival was also orchestrated by him, and Qin Xiangde also intended to bring them together. He didn't know if he could still win her heart. He knew perfectly well that she already had someone in her heart, and that a forced relationship wouldn't be sweet, but what could he do? He was unwilling and reluctant to let her go to someone else.
He wanted to possess her, to take her for himself little by little...
The next day, Pang Linqiu requested permission from the Emperor to return to the capital and sent the letter out urgently!
Peng Xuan'an, having somehow obtained the news, also wrote a letter to the Emperor and sent it out urgently.
On the third day, she avoided him, while he gazed longingly at her figure during his training of soldiers. The peaceful day passed.
On the fourth day, the Li Kingdom's soldiers launched a surprise night attack. Peng Xuan'an was unfortunately shot in the abdomen with an arrow. The Li Kingdom's night attack was a disastrous failure, and their camp location was exposed, forcing them to relocate.
On the fifth day, Pang Linqiu received a reply. Upon opening the envelope, she froze, completely stunned. The Emperor had rejected her request to return! The letter also mentioned Peng Xuan'an's outstanding military achievements and his injuries sustained in battle, requesting her to take good care of him and help him recover…
And so, she reluctantly went to take care of the injured Peng Xuan'an. Although their relationship was somewhat strained, the Emperor had spoken... so she had no choice. She even wondered if Peng Xuan'an was the one who did it!
To allow the injured to rest, Qin Xiangde moved out and set up another tent nearby.
Pang Linqiu, carrying the medicine, was forced to enter the tent to look after Peng Xuan'an.
Leaning against the headboard, Peng Xuan'an smiled as she arrived, waiting for her with a gentle and obedient demeanor. Because of his injury, he was dressed in loose, revealing clothing—a white, deep-V nightgown. The deep V accentuated his well-built physique; as he breathed heavily, the lines of his body rose and fell gently, his tanned chest muscles faintly visible beneath the V-neck…
Pang Linqiu rolled her eyes, looking as annoyed as if she had seen an enemy. She placed the medicine on the bedside table and sat down on the stool next to the bed without saying a word.
He forgot the pain she had caused him, and looked at her with doting eyes. He patted the edge of the bed and said, "Sit on the edge of the bed." His voice was weak, probably because he had aggravated his wound.
"I won't sit."
"Is Miss Pang afraid that I will do something improper?"
"..." She was speechless and didn't want to pay attention.
"I'm not that kind of person, and besides, I'm injured."
She was annoyed by his incessant chatter. She looked at him with disdain and thought, "Ha, even if the general isn't injured, he can finish his business in just a few breaths." She figured that talking to him would shut him up.
Peng Xuan'an laughed in exasperation. You think it's too short? He teased, "If Miss Pang wants to know when it will be over, you can give it a try once I'm healed."
She glared at him unhappily, then stood up and picked up the medicine on the table with one hand. She raised her hand, grabbed his cheek, forced him to open his mouth, and forced the medicine down his throat.
The sudden, forceful gulp caught him off guard, preventing him from swallowing it all and choking him. He abruptly pulled his hand away from hers, coughing and pressing on his wound, his face contorted in pain.
He leaned against the headboard, enduring the pain. The medicine slid down his jaw to his Adam's apple, then slowly down his chest, following the muscle lines towards the spot where he had been shot with an arrow. The white bandage had become stained from the pressure, so Pang Linqiu quickly took out a handkerchief and stopped the flow of the medicine.
"General, if your mouth is dirty, you can wash it with medicinal soup!" Her face was gloomy. After wiping away the remaining medicinal soup, she sat back down. She seemed to have vented her frustration about those two kisses here; the thought of it made her irritable!
"Cough...cough cough..." He coughed violently, raised his hand to wipe his mouth, and said weakly, "Miss Pang, have you forgotten that His Majesty asked you to take care of me? My wounds are hurting...cough cough..."
She spread her hands, a cold smile playing on her lips, utterly disdainful. "His Majesty only told me to wait for you to recover, not to take care of you carefully!" she emphasized.
He remained silent for a long time.
She squinted and saw blood seeping from the bandage on his abdomen. She turned and left, calling over several military doctors. She said indifferently, "General, please change your dressing properly. I'm leaving now."
It wasn't until evening that Pang Linqiu brought in the medicine again.
"Drink it yourself? Or should I force-feed it?" she said irritably.
The military doctor complained to Qin Xiangde that she had been too rough in feeding Peng Xuan'an the medicine, causing Peng's wound to reopen. He suggested that Peng Xuan'an should rest quietly on his own or have a military doctor take care of him. Peng Xuan'an declined, and Qin Xiangde simply told her not to be too rough.
Peng Xuan'an dared not let her force-feed him, and said with a wry smile, "I'll do it myself..." He took the medicine she handed him and stirred it with a spoon.
She sat on the stool, opened the storybook she had brought, glanced at it, and sighed softly, "General, it's fortunate that you met me. If it were an ordinary girl, she would have cried to the Emperor long ago, demanding that you take responsibility for her."
Peng Xuan'an took a sip of his medicine and, after hearing her words, understood that it was from their conversation at noon that day. He tilted his head slightly and looked intently at her profile before replying, "So, Miss Pang, aren't you planning to report me?"
"I'm too kind-hearted, so I won't sue."
He chuckled softly, "Miss Pang, you'd better not be so kind."
“If you sue, it's like living in a dungeon.” She glanced up at him.
The meaning is obvious: if you were to be held responsible, it would be no different for her than being in a dungeon.
"Hahaha...cough cough..." He was amused. "Miss Pang, if you marry me, will you lose your freedom?"
"Do you see freedom in the dungeon?" That's utter nonsense.
“Okay…” He didn’t know what to say.
The large tent was very quiet, so quiet that both of them could clearly hear each other's breathing and heartbeats.
Peng Xuan'an stared at her intently.
She was engrossed in reading.
He glanced at the book she was reading, read a line of text, and fell silent. The storybook was "An He Xing"...
He couldn't bear the silence any longer. "Miss Pang... could you talk to me for a bit?"
Go to sleep.
"..." He hung his head, looking unhappy.
"Miss Pang, what's so interesting about this?" he asked, puzzled.
"nice."
The straight man asked in confusion, "What's the matter between the two men...?"
"Shut up and go to sleep!" she said impatiently.
"Okay." He obediently shut his mouth, lay down, and slowly closed his eyes.
The one you think of every night will surely appear in your dreams.
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