After Yun Zimo's patrol was over, he habitually went to Murong Yu's place to report back.
Murong Yu was reading the news sent by Xi Zuo in Yuezhou City. When he saw him coming in, he glanced at him and said softly: "It's getting late, go to bed early."
"OK."
Yun Zimo nodded and stretched his neck to look at the secret message in Murong Yu's hand, "Brother Ninth, how is the situation in Yuezhou City? When are we planning to attack the city on a large scale?"
He has been scratching his head recently, and he can't wait any longer.
But the third brother said that Murong Yu was killing the morale of the city in order to capture the city faster and with fewer casualties in the future.
Perhaps, maybe the city couldn't handle such torture, so chaos broke out first.
Murong Yu smiled: "It's not yet time."
"Not yet?"
Yun Zimo asked: "When will it be? We have been out for more than half a year. If we resolve this war earlier, we can go back earlier. I miss my parents and my eldest and second brothers."
"Brother Ninth, don't you miss your sister? There are also children."
Murong Yu's expression changed slightly.
Of course he really wanted to... and in the last few letters home, Ming Wuyou said that he was not feeling well, that he always slept a lot every day, and that his children were also noisy, which made him even more worried.
Isn’t the child always very well-behaved and quiet? Why did he suddenly become noisy again...
I don't know if I am sick.
He wished he could grow a pair of wings and immediately fly to Ming Wuyou and the child, guarding them and taking care of them.
But things obviously didn't go as he wished.
The war here is reaching a critical moment.
Murong Yu calmed down and said, "Just be patient and wait. You will naturally know when the day comes to attack the city."
The secret message sent today said that Zhou Mingkun and Murong Ting have started to fight each other, and they have been in the house for the past two days.
When they start making trouble in the city, the best time will come.
Yun Zimo sighed and said, "Brother Ninth, please go to bed early" and then left.
…
After leaving the handsome tent, the sky was already a little dark.
Yun Zimo wanted to go back to his tent, but as he walked, he went around to Wushuang's place.
He remembered that when he saw Wushuang in the afternoon, the way she looked at Yuezhou City always felt uneasy.
Regarding Zhou Mingkun, Yun Zimo has also found out about it from Yun Zichen.
Zhou Mingkun was previously a general in Anluo's navy, but he betrayed Anluo and surrendered to Yuezhou. No wonder Wushuang wanted to kill him at that time.
Wushuang...sometimes likes to act alone.
Yun Zimo wondered if she would want to sneak into Yuezhou City to kill Zhou Mingkun again?
It is very unsafe in Yuezhou City now. She is still injured. It would be too dangerous if she goes there.
Yun Zimo stopped not far from Wushuang's tent, hesitating whether he should persuade her or not to act rashly.
But he hesitated.
If everything is just about thinking too much, then it would be a bit pretentious to advise.
Just when he didn't know what to do, the tent curtain was lifted, and Wushuang came out in a green outfit.
Just looking at that outfit, Yun Zimo's face darkened, and he quickly stepped forward to stop her: "What are you doing?"
"..."
Wushuang was a little surprised: "Why are you here?"
"You go in." Yun Zimo said with a cold face, grabbed Wu Shuang and pushed her into the tent, and asked in a deep voice: "Tell me, what are you going to do?"
"Don't say you want to walk around for a while to get some fresh air. Your injury hasn't healed yet... It's so late at night, and you're not someone who just wants to relax!"
Wushuang looked at him quietly for a while, then suddenly smiled.
The depression I felt in the afternoon also disappeared completely.
She looked up at Yun Zimo, "Do you think I'm going to do something dangerous?"
"Isn't it?" Yun Zimo stared at her, "Don't do whatever you want!"
"Oh..." Wushuang trailed off and asked with a smile, "So, young master, are you worried about me? Or are you afraid that I will leave?"
Yun Zimo froze for a moment, "Speak carefully!"
"This is how I talked to you before, and you don't know it." Wushuang stood on tiptoes, "Why didn't you let me talk properly before?"
"..."
Yun Zimo took half a step back stiffly.
Wushuang took half a step forward.
Just like that, Yunzimo retreated and Wushuang advanced.
The tent was small, so Yun Zimo quickly had no way to retreat, and his lower back hit the low cabinet inside the tent.
He looked away awkwardly, "Anyway, don't mess around. I, I'm going back to rest."
After he finished speaking, he left.
Unexpectedly, Wushuang turned to block him, and the two of them bumped into each other.
Wushuang said: "I do want to leave. If you don't keep an eye on me, aren't you afraid that I will disappear immediately after you leave?"
Yun Zimo froze and had no choice but to advise her: "You are injured now and can't do anything. You have to take good care of yourself for a while. If you want Zhou Mingkun's life, I will kill him when we break the city."
Catch it for you!"
Wushuang looked at him slowly.
He actually became a roundworm in his stomach, and he actually knew that he wanted to kill Zhou Mingkun.
Yun Zimo added: "Besides, Ninth Brother is waiting for chaos in the city. If you cross the border, it will also disturb Ninth Brother's plan. When the attack on the city goes awry, there may be more casualties.
many."
"Just listen to me once, I-"
"Easy to say."
Wushuang curled her lips: "You stay with me, and I will listen to you."
"I'll accompany-"
Yun Zimo's mind uncontrollably thought of the "accompanying" he had had that night before, and his face turned red uncontrollably.
Wushuang knew with just one glance that he was thinking wrongly.
But she didn't explain, and deliberately said: "I must have some benefits. If there are no benefits, why should I listen to you? The opportunity is given to you, do you want to accompany me? If you don't want to accompany me, then go away and don't block it."
I'm doing business."
"You must—must have me accompany you?" Yun Zimo gritted his teeth, "How can you not run out?"
"certainly."
Yun Zimo froze, countless complex emotions flashed across his upturned and beautiful eyes, and finally closed his eyes, looking at death and saying: "If you must do that to not leave...then, fine.
"
Anyway, I've already had it once, and it's not a particularly bad memory.
One more time doesn't matter...what.
Wushuang: "..."
She didn't know whether she should be speechless because Yun Zimo compromised so easily, or whether she should laugh at Yun Zimo for being so stupid in his own affairs.
She was silent for a while, then put her arms around Yun Zimo's neck.
The latter instantly became as stiff as a stone sculpture.
"Xiao Mo." Wushuang kissed the corners of his lips, "Don't you know I'm injured? If your martial arts are so good, wouldn't you restrain me, tie me up, and prevent me from getting out?"
Yun Zimo was stunned, obviously he had never thought of taking action against Wushuang.
"Why are you so stupid and cute?"
Wushuang sighed, "Do you know that you are so bright and clean that a person like me who crawled out of the mud will never see a clean person like you?"
"I want to do harm to you just looking at you. If you don't run away quickly, why don't you bring yourself in front of me and ask me to do harm to you, okay?"
Yun Zimo said stiffly: "I...you..."
"Since you won't leave, I have no choice but to be rude." Wushuang chuckled, put his hand on Yun Zimo's face, and kissed him passionately on the lips.
Yun Zimo's mind was buzzing.
But her body seemed to have its own instinct, wrapping its arms around Wushuang's thin waist, responding to her awkwardly.
She was like poison, and every time he touched her, he would lose control completely.
Reason has long since dispersed to the sky.
He strengthened his arms and deepened the kiss until he heard her groan in pain.
Yun Zimo quickly let go of her, only to realize that he had accidentally strangled the wound on her shoulder.
"sorry……"
Yun Zimo apologized subconsciously and gently placed his hand on her shoulder, "Does it hurt? How about I help you look at the wound?"
"Um."
Wushuang half-squinted his eyes and leaned in front of Yun Zimo, "My shoulders hurt, and my legs hurt too."
Yun Zimo picked her up and put her on the marching couch. His hand reached for her left shoulder, but he hesitated.
Wushuang saw his hesitation, buried her face in front of him, and whispered: "Maybe it's cracked."
Yun Zimo immediately lost his worries and clumsily took off her clothes.
Wushuang lowered his eyes and sighed secretly.
what to do.
She knew that she could not mess with this person anymore, but she couldn't control her behavior.
After all, her heart is too dark and bad, and she wants to get involved in such a bright and clean place...
I've been alone for too long, and when I meet a stupid person who only cares about me, I can't stand it anymore. This chapter has been completed!