"Can you bear the three-day sailing trip to Anluo?" Wushuang took the distribution map from his hand and said, "You'd better stay here."
"I don't need you to take care of me. I said I was going to go!" Yun Zimo's face darkened.
Wushuang was stunned for a moment, not expecting that he could still speak to her in such a stubborn and childish tone at this time.
The bad factor hidden deep in my heart suddenly broke out in an instant, and he smiled and said with a cute smile: "Young Master, it's better not to go, lest you end up vomiting and have to take care of you."
Yun Zimo looked at her expressionlessly, "We will set off in half an hour."
Then he turned around and left.
Wushuang, who stayed in the account, was startled for a moment, and suddenly realized that now was not the time before, he would never stare at her with a red face and tell her not to yell.
he's changed.
Wushuang's heart sank slightly, his face turned expressionless for a moment, he opened the distribution map and looked at it quickly, and he had a rough idea.
Half an hour later, Yun Zimo did not come, but sent Qingfeng to ask Wushuang to meet at the camp gate.
Qingfeng's eyes were full of evil, clearly showing it.
If it hadn't been for Yun Zimo, he might have drawn a sword on Wushuang, a heartless woman.
Naturally, Wushuang had no reaction and let him see whatever he wanted.
It took another half an hour to finish the order, but Wu Shuang and Yun Zimo boarded a naval warship and sailed towards Anluo in the night.
Time was tight and the warship moved very fast.
Yun Zimo stood on the deck blowing the wind and did not go back to the cabin.
He was indeed very unwell. When he returned to his cabin, he felt short of breath and dizzy.
Qingfeng followed him, knowing that Yun Zimo would get sick while riding a boat, so she accompanied him with concern and always paid attention to his condition.
At the same time, I sighed deeply at the fact that Yun Zimo insisted on taking the boat to Anluo.
Even if Yun Zimo couldn't forget that woman and was afraid that she would be in danger, he could just ask other navy generals to follow him, but he still had to do it himself.
Since you have embarrassed yourself and made you feel uncomfortable, that woman may not appreciate it.
Thinking about it, Qingfeng felt that his master was not worthy.
What good is a charlatan?
Even if she was some kind of Queen An Luo, she is nothing now.
His status and status are not worthy of him, and he still treats his master like that, playing with his feelings and teasing him, taking advantage of his master's innocence, patting his butt and leaving.
He looks just like those romantic young men in the capital who hang out among the flowers.
No, it's not.
She is more extreme than those people.
At least those romantic young men would pay them back, and occasionally they would take care of those women for the rest of their lives when their conscience strikes them.
Wushuang, on the other hand, didn't recognize him even though he was wearing clothes.
Then it’s fine if you don’t admit it, and now you’ve turned around and run to the young master to seduce his heart——
Well, Qingfeng sighed secretly, he had to admit that Wushuang did not come specifically to seduce the young master, but appeared for the war.
But no matter whether she had that idea or not, as soon as she appeared, something was wrong with the young master.
Qingfeng felt sorry for her master, so she naturally placed the blame on Wushuang.
He looked at Yun Zimo worriedly.
After Luzhou and Wushuang broke up, the young master was depressed for a long time.
After finally getting better, Wushuang came again.
This time I don’t know how to entangle him. If Wushuang woman persists for a long time and then leaves, will the master be able to hold on this time?
He was thinking wildly for a while, his eyes changing in various ways.
The nerves in Yun Zimo's brain were tense, and his body was also tense. He felt uncomfortable due to the salty and humid smell brought by the sea breeze, and his forehead throbbed.
Naturally, he had no idea about the thoughts in Qingfeng's mind.
He only asked himself in his mind why it was so uncomfortable for him when others on the boat didn't feel uncomfortable.
Last time I went to Jiangbei and on the way back, I still relied on the decoction prescribed by my sister to stabilize my condition.
This dignified seven-foot-tall man made him very upset.
He looked at the sailors around him who stood firm and steady, their expressions unchanged, and his heart became agitated.
He did not believe that he could not overcome this difficulty.
"You go back first." Yun Zimo said in a tight voice, "I'm going to take a breather and take a rest."
"But--"
"Let's go back!"
Qingfeng was silent for a moment and had to leave temporarily, but instead of going back to rest, he jumped up and flew to the second floor of the battleship. He held his sword in both hands and sat down against the railing, looking at Yun Zimo from a distance.
He was afraid that Yun Zimo was feeling uncomfortable and these navy soldiers would be too slow to react.
Yun Zimo was standing at the bow of the boat. What would happen if it fell down?
But he obviously thought too much.
Yun Zimo stood firm and did not move, and the Wushuang girl who should have rested long ago ran to the deck.
Qingfeng stopped mid-yawn and immediately stared at Wushuang warily.
"Why don't you go back to sleep?" Wushuang stopped next to Yun Zimo, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Yun Zimo's face turned pale and he pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.
Wushuang looked at him for a while and said, "Let's go back in a small boat. Don't hold on."
Yun Zimo still didn't speak.
Wushuang frowned.
She usually had countless things to say to her when she asked him, but now she was met with silence twice. She felt a little unhappy, so she said "Then you see for yourself" and turned around to leave.
As a result, just after taking two steps, Yun Zimo suddenly vomited.
Wushuang was stunned and didn't think much about going back to help him.
Yun Zimo vomited for a long time and lay on the railing of the boat in a state of exhaustion. His whole face was frighteningly white.
"Go back." Wushuang frowned and said in a cold voice, "If you keep catching the cold from the wind, you will have to lie in bed and not be able to get up until you reach An Luo."
She helped Yun Zimo over without any refusal and pulled him towards the cabin.
"No... go..." Yun Zimo said with difficulty, "No..."
"It's not up to you!" Wu Shuang half-pushed, half-pushed, and then directly tapped his acupuncture point when he saw him struggling.
Yun Zimo could only lean against Wu Shuang and stare at her helplessly.
Qingfeng, who was sitting on the railing, thought for a while and did not go down to help.
I guess the young master doesn’t like him helping now, right?
He is a sensible guard.
…
Wushuang helped Yun Zimo back to the cabin, threw him on the bed, then turned around and opened the window, then turned around and pulled a quilt for him.
Yun Zimo's glare at Wushuang gradually became weak.
Because his stomach was churning and he felt like vomiting again.
Wushuang sat on the bed without changing his expression and snorted, "You know what kind of body you have, but you still have to come out on the boat and torment yourself and others."
A pill was stuffed into Yun Zimo's mouth.
Wushuang pinched his chin not very gently, and he swallowed uncontrollably.
Next, Wushuang went to untie his belt.
Yun Zimo looked at her with wide eyes.
What does she want to do?!
Wushuang took off his belt, outer clothes, and middle coat without any hesitation. The familiar actions made Yun Zimo's face turn red, and he couldn't help but think of what happened that night.
Her excessive actions made it difficult for him not to think too much.
He was opposed to that thing in his heart, especially when he knew that she had no intention of doing it to him.
But he couldn't do anything now. He stared at Wushuang warningly, but she didn't even bother to look at him.
Yun Zimo gritted his teeth and could only close his eyes, feeling confused.
She, she shouldn't want to do that thing at this time, maybe she has misunderstood, misunderstood, right?
The cold hand fell on Yun Zimo's lower abdomen.
Wushuang gently helped him press several acupuncture points on his abdomen.
Yun Zimo suddenly opened his eyes and looked at her in surprise.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the churning feeling in my stomach seems to have gradually eased and I feel much more comfortable?
There were no lights in the cabin and the light was dim.
Wushuang was sitting with backlight again, and Yun Zimo couldn't see her expression clearly.
But the moonlight came in and hit half of her face, which made her look a little gentle.
I don’t know if it’s because of the moonlight or...
"Okay." Wushuang retracted his hand, pulled up his clothes, and untied his acupuncture points: "Are you still sick?"
Yun Zimo stared at her blankly without responding.
Wushuang pulled the quilt up for him and said quietly: "Wuyou gave me this medicine, and Wuyou taught me the technique. You should not feel as uncomfortable as before."
"……Um."
Yun Zimo responded stiffly and hesitated: "How do you know this technique?"
Wushuang didn't respond. When he got up and walked out, he left a sentence: "Sleep well."
Yun Zimo: "..."
He still didn't know if the next thing would be easy to handle, so it was naturally impossible for him to go to An Luo to have a look.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, but his dream was filled with the gentle half of Wushuang's face illuminated by the moonlight. He had been dreaming for most of the night.
Three days later, the warship arrived at Anluo.
It was late at night, because An Luo was now under the control of Zhou Mingkun, and the warship could not dock directly at the port. Instead, it chose a swamp to dock secretly. Wu Shuang and Yun Zimo took Qingfeng ashore. This chapter has been completed!