Dandere General and his Lord

The inside of the shiny armor was already soaked in red blood, and the dripping blood dripped from the iron armor onto the rammed earth.

General Mo was standing in front of him in a black robe, and half of the black robe was soaked.

At this moment, the hearts of everyone in the tent are heavy. They know that it is not sweat, but the blood of the general that soaks the robes of the general.

Cheng Qianye pursed her lips. She turned to Xia Fei and told Xia Fei, "Bring the military doctor to my tent."

Then she stepped forward, took Mo Qiaosheng's hand, and asked gently, "Is it okay to give this General Yang the army you brought?"

The lord did not get angry on the spot, which made Mo Qiaosheng even more frightened, and he nodded randomly.

Cheng Qianye looked back and glanced at Zhang Fu: "Zhang Xiang, matters in the army will be handled by you first. You can negotiate with this General Yang Sheng for placement."

Jiāo replaced this sentence, and the lord pulled General Mo and slowly walked out of the big tent in front of everyone's eyes.

Entered the tent where the Lord rested on the fair day.

"Lie down." Cheng Qianye said.

"Lord, lord." Mo Qiaosheng wanted to explain.

"Lie down and don't make me say it again."

Mo Qiaosheng could only lie down on the lord's bed according to his words.

Let the rushing military doctor treat the wound for him.

He couldn't help looking at the lord sitting on the head from time to time, feeling both joy and panic in his heart.

The lord had just come down from the city wall, his face was covered with soot, and his whole body had lost a lot of weight.

But as long as he looked at this face quietly in front of him, his heart was filled with joy and happiness little by little.

The lord was silent, neither getting angry nor showing the same gentle smile as before.

Mo Qiaosheng was terrified again.

At this moment, he would rather take up a weapon with his wounds and go to face the hundreds of thousands of enemy troops outside the city, rather than face the anger that the lord is about to come here.

After bandaging the wound, the military doctor stood up and saluted: "My lord, the general's injury is really serious, and he needs to rest and recuperate, and must not move around recklessly."

Cheng Qianye nodded and motioned for him to step back.

There was no one in the tent for a while, except for the general who was lying on the bed and the lord sitting in front of the couch.

Cheng Qianye stood up at once,

Mo Qiao subconsciously retreated a little into the room.

But Cheng Qianye stretched out his hand, grabbed his hair and fixed his head, preventing him from stepping back half a minute.

She leaned down and pressed her into the face she was thinking about.

It wasn't until the expression on this face flickered, showing a look of panic and anxiety, that she let go of her hand resentfully.

"For the sake of your injury, I will remember it for you." Cheng Qianye gritted his teeth and said, "When you are well, look at me... how to punish you."

Yang Sheng negotiated with Zhang Fu after taking over the military affairs, and came to the lord's tent to see him.

His position was not enough for him to take the initiative to see the lord, but he was really worried about the seriously injured great concubine.

Fortunately, the lord did not refuse him because of his low military rank, and quickly announced him in.

He knelt down in front of the king and saluted, briefly explaining that they encountered mountain torrents and other situations along the way.

This is the first time he has met the lord.

The lord sat on the edge of the room, his expression was friendly, and he inquired earnestly, which made him gradually relieve the tension in his heart.

Yang Sheng raised his head slightly and glanced at the bed.

The general's injury was obviously handled properly. At this moment, he was lying on the bed and fell asleep, covered with a quilt and long hair scattered.

The general slept so deeply that he could not wake up even when he was talking softly to the lord.

All the way, the general had hardly had a good night's sleep, and only then did Yang Sheng see a relaxed look on Mo Qiaosheng's face.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart.

Chapter 110

Cheng Qianye looked at the general who was also kneeling in front of him, who was also born as a slave.

The scars on this man's face looked a little scary.

Cheng Qianye remembered his name, Yang Sheng.

Cheng Qianye noticed him very early on.

Beneath that scarred face, there was a beautiful silver glow.

He is like an unsheathed magic weapon, sharp and dazzling.

When he looked at Cheng Qianye, there was a faint golden border around the silver body.

But when he looked up at Mo Qiaosheng on the couch, the golden circle instantly became solid and eye-catching and dazzled.

Long before Mo Qiaosheng set off on the expedition, in order to avoid the tragedy of Helanzhen, Cheng Qianye spent a lot of time carefully examining almost everyone around him.

Get rid of those ulterior motives one by one.

At that time, she was very pleased that Mo Qiaosheng was surrounded by many loyal generals.

Among these people, the most capable and loyal is the Yang Sheng in front of him.

Cheng Qianye couldn't help but speak reproachfully: "General Yang, the great concubine has been hurt so badly, as his confidant and love, why don't you know how to stop him. You should know that my city is strong and the pond is deep and there is food and grass. Sufficient, even if you come for a while, what does it matter?"

Yang Sheng raised his head, the lord's rebuke really doesn't make sense, how could he stop the great concubine's decision.

But hearing this in his heart made him feel special.

Comfortable.

The lord and the general turned out to be so trusting and caring for each other.

Yang Sheng: "The last will be wrong, and the last will be dereliction of duty."

Cheng Qianye: "If you encounter such a situation in the future, the safety of the general will be the most important thing, you know?"

Yang Sheng: "Yes. Be humble and keep in mind."

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Maybe it was because of the relaxation, that night, Mo Qiaosheng, who was sleeping in the master's account, developed a high fever.

He only felt hot and cold all over his body, and he fell into repeated nightmares.

When he was confused, Mo Qiaosheng found himself in the cold stream.

He was carrying the lord on his back and ran desperately forward, the enemy's sharp arrows shot into his body one after another, and the whole stream turned blood red.

Must run, keep running, can't stop, walk with the lord.

Suddenly, the icy river of blood disappeared, and so did the lord on his back.

Mo Qiaosheng found himself being pressed on the hot sand and gravel ground, with countless burning carbon basins in front of him.

Someone picked up the red soldering iron in the basin and branded him fiercely.

He felt an excruciating pain,

Why am I a slave again?

"My lord, my lord!" he shouted in a panic

"Where did the lord come from?"

"Are you dreaming?"

"Your lord is already dead."

"You're just a slave."

Countless voices rang out in the dark. Countless huge soldering irons leaned towards him.

He was plunged into boundless terror.

"Qiaosheng, Qiaosheng." A familiar voice called his name.

Mo Qiaosheng gasped and suddenly opened his eyes.

He found himself sleeping in a dark tent.

In the darkness, someone held a small candlestick and approached him, and in the little orange light, there was a face, the one he desperately called in his nightmare.

"Qiaosheng, did you burn so badly that you had nightmares?"

The protagonist's face was covered with a layer of orange light, appearing hazy, so unreal.

The lord sat by the bed, stretched out his hand and touched his forehead lightly, then twisted a hot towel to wipe the sweat from his head, face and neck.

The warm touch rubbed his forehead, cheeks, and neck little by little.

Finally, his breathing slowly calmed down.

"Look at you, hurt yourself like this."

"Yang Sheng told me all about it, he was shot in the chest, and he rode his way like crazy."

The lord reprimanded, and changed an ice kerchief to cover his hot forehead.

In the silent tent, Mo Qiaosheng's hoarse and low voice sounded,

"I was on the way here, and I heard that Jiangcheng was lost. Your life and death, my lord, are unknown."

"I was really going crazy at the time, I couldn't think about that much at all."

"Fortunately, my lord, you are all right."

He closed his eyes, his eyelashes moved slightly, and two clear tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes and slid into the pillow.

"Don't cry. I can't get into trouble so easily." The voice of the lord in the dark always reassured him.

Mo Qiaosheng felt a corner of the quilt lifted.

The lord's warm body got in, lying next to him, a soft hand reached out and held his.

"Don't you think I'm fine? I'm with you."

In the silence, the lord sighed: "Oh, I told you not to cry."

A wet lips kissed the corner of his eyes, kissing away his tears little by little.

The last scorching heat fell on his dry lips,

The slippery, moist tongue invaded his mouth, taking over all his thinking ability.