IF Line 8. Don't rush, let's teach something else first.
Ji Qingwu ignored whether the General of Zhenbei had been riddled with poison needles.
As Aunt Zhang fell to the ground, she sat up, panting slightly, and stared intently at the man riding on the black horse a few meters away.
He hadn't put the bow away yet, and the murderous intent in his eyes remained lingering.
Drawing the bow is like a god plucking a flower; releasing the arrow is like Yama, the King of Hell, taking lives.
Ji Qingwu suddenly understood why some people called the General of Dingbei "Jade-faced Yama".
If he had shown this expression the first time she met him, she would have been so frightened that she would have hidden away.
But now, Ji Qingwu only wants...
She just wanted to...
Ji Qingwu trotted over and stood beneath the tall horse.
She looked up at him, her voice brimming with joy, and said, "The general is back!"
Zhao Mingyan lowered his eyes, something surging in them, and responded in a low voice. Then he dismounted and flicked the riding whip to the adjutant behind him.
Ji Qingwu was like a little tail, automatically following behind Zhao Mingyan.
Seeing this, Wei Ting didn't mention taking the calligraphy and painting again, and quite tactfully moved aside.
Inside the tent.
The two had not seen each other for two months.
Ji Qingwu's eyes seemed to have a mind of their own, locking onto the person in front of him.
Looking at his face, he seemed a bit thinner, and his skin was darker. His jawline was as sharp and distinct as a desert eroded by the wind, which made his bone structure even more stern.
But he's become more muscular.
How did Ji Qingwu know this?
Because she stood there blankly, watching him remove his battle robe and armor without looking at him, he took them off quickly, and soon he was only left with a plain silk undergarment.
Even through a layer of clothing, you could see his bulging back muscles.
Zhao Mingyan turned around, and his waist and abdomen, as solid as piled stones, were clearly visible beneath his sweat-soaked undergarment.
Ji Qingwu's face flushed, and she fanned herself with her hand.
Zhao Mingyan asked, "Have you seen enough?"
Ji Qingwu bit her lip and didn't say anything, her eyes sparkling.
Just now, the washerwoman collapsed at her feet; she didn't know if she was frightened.
Zhao Mingyan softened his voice: "Were you frightened just now?"
Ji Qingwu shook his head.
She had seen many dead people on her way here, and some had even died at her hands, but she was not afraid.
For the first time ever, Zhao Mingyan explained, "She was a spy from Xijin, whom I deliberately kept in the camp. She deserved to die."
Ji Qingwu nodded and said seriously, "If she doesn't die, it will be our people and soldiers who die."
A hint of appreciation appeared in Zhao Mingyan's eyes as he said, "That's exactly right."
At this moment, Li Yuzong's voice came from outside the tent: "Your Highness, hot water has been prepared. You may go and take a bath."
He loosened the belt of his inner garment, glanced down and saw that she was still standing there, and asked, "Is there anything else?"
Ji Qingwu said somewhat shyly, "I would like to ask the general to teach me."
Thinking of what he had taught last time, Zhao Mingyan raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Are you sure you want me to teach you?"
Ji Qingwu clenched her fingers, took two steps forward, and looked at him expectantly, saying, "There is no one better than the general in teaching."
Although Zhao Mingyan enjoyed the admiring gaze, he still rebuked her.
"Nonsense."
How could something so simple be created out of nothing after only fifty-four days of separation? How could it cause her to develop feelings for him?
Zhao Mingyan's expression turned cold.
"How is this nonsense?" Ji Qingwu said, feeling frustrated. "If the general won't teach me, I'll find someone else to teach me. I'll learn it eventually."
Zhao Mingyan's expression darkened completely, and he said, "Do you know what you're saying?"
Ji Qingwu's hand fell limply, and he said dejectedly, "If the general is unwilling, then so be it."
Having been reprimanded and given a cold look, Ji Qingwu turned and walked away, feeling heartbroken.
But as soon as she reached the door, she remembered her mission. Two months had already passed since they last spent together, and now was not the time for her to throw a tantrum.
Ji Qingwu stopped abruptly by the tent, turned around sharply, and unexpectedly met the eyes of the man who was looking at him.
Her lips curled up higher and higher.
Because those eyes held no coldness whatsoever; instead, they carried a hint of regret and lingering affection. Although Zhao Mingyan quickly looked away, Ji Qingwu still caught his gaze.
She walked back quickly and took his arm.
"The general taught me."
A soft, fragrant body pressed against him, and a pair of bright, smiling eyes curved in the air. Zhao Mingyan's throat bobbed.
"How would you like me to teach you?"
Ji Qingwu said with a smile, "Teach me however you want, General. I can endure hardship and I'm not afraid of getting tired."
"Enduring hardship without fear of fatigue?" That didn't seem quite right. Zhao Mingyan frowned slightly and asked, "What do you want to learn?"
"Mounted archery."
After Ji Qingwu answered, she saw him glance at her with a helpless expression.
She blinked repeatedly before realizing that they had both misunderstood each other's words.
Ji Qingwu genuinely wanted to learn horseback riding and archery. She shook his arm and said softly, "The general didn't want to teach me last time, so I dared not bring it up again. I won't mention it again in the future."
"I want to learn something else now. General, please teach me archery and horsemanship when you have time, okay?"
Zhao Mingyan said, "This is not good."
His refusal was so decisive that Ji Qingwu felt a lump in his throat.
This won't work, that won't do; she forgot all about the mission and wanted to let go of his arm and leave.
But he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, squeezing her hand into his palm.
Ji Qingwu tried hard to suppress his anger and said, "What exactly do you want!"
Seeing her seething with anger but only daring to vent it a little, Zhao Mingyan raised an eyebrow and chuckled softly.
"Don't rush, let's teach something else first."
As he lowered his head closer to her, cupping her face with his rough fingertips and brushing against her earlobe, Ji Qingwu was still wondering what he was going to teach her...
When her lips and tongue were captured, Ji Qingwu's mind went completely blank, and she could only hear the voices of the two of them.
He was a good teacher, and his teaching was extremely meticulous.
Like surging waves under the moonlight, it can be gentle and tender, like silver light pouring down, but it can also be fierce, sweeping people into the abyss of the sea.
He placed her hand on his waist, and Ji Qingwu only snapped out of her daze when her fingertips touched the scabbed wound. She pushed him away abruptly.
Zhao Mingyan stared at her with dark eyes, like a traveler walking in the desert who had just taken a sip of water and whose whole body was restless and clamoring for more.
Ji Qingwu walked out in a daze, and he did not stop her.
She stepped outside the tent, the wind ruffling the stray hairs at her temples, and her consciousness cleared somewhat.
Ji Qingwu clutched her chest and squatted down; her heart was still pounding, indicating that she had just been immersed in it as well.
This was what she had asked for, so why did she push the person away...?
Ji Qingwu bit her lip in frustration because she realized he was injured and she was worried.
She slowly stood up and returned to her tent.
Fifteen minutes later.
Zhao Mingyan walked out of the washroom wearing only his underpants, water droplets still rolling down his broad shoulders.
He stopped in his tracks, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes.
Because Ji Qingwu reappeared in the tent, carrying a large medicine box.
"General, I'm here again."
Seeing her sweet smile, Zhao Mingyan said coldly, "Once you're here, you can't leave."
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