Outside the hall, the wind was blowing.
Inside the hall, Xiao Ji was telling Shang Changge a bedtime story.
Shang Changge listened, raising her eyebrows and frowning intermittently, occasionally touching the scars on Xiao Ji's body that had disappeared.
She felt sorry for the wounds her man had suffered, but she was neither good at nor fond of being sentimental, so she simply expressed her feelings by touching him.
He was incredibly grateful that his blood had healing abilities, which healed all of Xiao Ji's new and old wounds, big and small.
The howling wind didn't stop, and time passed second by second.
"That battle..."
Xiao Ji glanced at Shang Changge, who was lying on top of him, half-asleep, and smiled. He didn't continue speaking, his well-proportioned fingers running through the woman's soft hair: "Sleep."
Shang Changge, still groggy, looked at Xiao Ji with her beautiful eyes half-open. Her mind was a jumbled mess, and somehow she blurted out:
"Xiao Ji, so you secretly read romance novels about love between men and women. The contrast between this cold-blooded and ruthless general and the real deal is quite something."
After saying that, she rolled off Xiao Ji, reached out and hugged the man's waist, and finally fell into a deep sleep.
Xiao Ji chuckled, then lowered his head to kiss Shang Changge's forehead. Recalling the early days of their relationship, he sighed, overwhelmed with emotion.
Thanks to Xi Zhi's painstakingly written book of thirty-six strategies for love, otherwise how could he have won the heart of that little rascal?
Soon, Xiao Ji also fell asleep.
Shang Changge went to bed earlier than Xiao Ji, but her sleep was not as restful as Xiao Ji's; she had a lot of vivid dreams.
I dreamt of soldiers shouting and warhorses neighing, of battlefields filled with yellow sand and countless Qingyan troops charging into battle...
Also, Xiao Ji.
Amidst the fierce battle and dust-filled battlefield between the two armies, Xiao Ji found himself alone, surrounded by layers upon layers of enemy soldiers.
Holding a long spear, his armor stained with blood. His expression was cold and stern, the spear reflecting a chilling light, making his overly prominent nose appear cold and ruthless.
His eyes, which seemed to hold deep affection for people, were cold and indifferent, as if he were looking at inanimate objects.
The spear swung with the force of a thunderbolt, its momentum overwhelming. Enemy troops surrounding Xiao Ji fell one after another, yet continued to surge forward.
In the blink of an eye, it was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
When I woke up, it was already the next morning.
Perhaps because he slept a lot and went to bed early, Shang Changge woke up exceptionally early today.
When I opened my eyes, I saw Xiao Ji, who had just finished washing up, putting on his court robes.
Xiao Ji was very perceptive and almost immediately noticed the gaze directed at him and looked over. He was quite surprised to see that Shang Changge was awake.
Tall and long-legged, he reached the bedside in a few steps. After confirming the little rascal's eyes were clear and there was no trace of sleepiness, he smiled and asked:
Why are you up so early today?
Shang Changge remained silent, her beautiful eyes deep and unfathomable. She stared at Xiao Ji for a long while before finally sharing her incredibly strange dream:
“I dreamt of you leading troops into battle. It was almost exactly the same as what you told me last night, it felt like I was there.”
Xiao Ji paused for a moment, then bent down and hugged Shang Changge, comforting his beloved woman like a frightened child.
"Don't worry, I won't tell you anymore. I'll have them go out and buy some novels that noble ladies like to read, and I'll read them to you every night from now on."
Shang Changge wasn't scared. Having lived in a post-apocalyptic world overrun by zombies, how could she possibly be frightened by an ancient battlefield scene?
She just thought it was amazing, so she said it, but seeing how serious General Xiao was, she still reached out and hugged the man back.
Scenes from my dream flashed through my mind like a movie playing at double speed.
War is cruel in any era, and some things just slip out:
"Xiao Ji, you've worked hard all these years. And your soldiers, the thousands of warriors who risked their lives for Qingyan."
Xiao Ji's imposing figure stiffened, then he smiled. He tightened his grip on Shang Changge, his mature voice steady:
"My princess always has the ability to say things that move me."
Besides, there were many other aspects of the little rascal that he admired.
The closer he got, the more willingly he submitted and bowed down at the feet of her noble and beautiful skirt.
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