Reborn to Love Lord Qiansui

That night, Zhao Zimu returned to Lin Qing's house as scheduled this time. Sure enough, the man was waiting for her, but this man was probably not thinking well tonight...

It can be seen that the table in front of the bed was deliberately moved in by Lin Qing, and it was filled with exquisite delicacies and delicacies. Of course, how could this drama-like scene be like a snare?

I just don't know if the pot of wine that Lin Qing prepared for him was added...

The man in a single dress at the table has already set up his glasses and is sitting at the table waiting for her. This posture...

Zhao Zimu was terrified...

"Chitose?" Even the title changed.

"Well, you come here," Lin Qingdao said, deliberately letting his loosened lapels become more skillful. From the neck down, he could see the skin of Xue Xue and a little red plum, with the man deliberately taking a trace The charming eyes make the people in front of them look more vivid and fragrant.

Zhao Zimu's eyelids jumped unconsciously, only feeling that things became more difficult, but his eyes could not help but glance at Lin Qing, and he could see that Lin Qing's physical condition was better than before.

This is not a random guess by Zhao Zimu, but since Zhao Zimu took Lin Qing’s Elixir from Lin Qing from time to time, his cold constitution gradually began to improve and his complexion became rosy. If it weren't that his chin was still clean, Zhao Zimu would have to wonder if the panacea had cured his eunuch's problems.

It's just that Lin Qing showed such enthusiasm that Zhao Zimu didn't doubt that he had ulterior motives.

Slowly pacing to the table and sitting down, Lin Qing poured her a glass of wine and put it gently in front of her. Zhao Zimu glanced at it and drank it.

"I think about your thoughts these days, but I still don’t think you’re right. You’re alone in the army. The sword is eyeless. It’s too dangerous, and I’m powerful. You don’t have to do it for me, even if you don’t. , I still have a way to smooth everything in the center, so come back, don’t go, isn’t it good to be with me all the time?"

Lin Qingdao.

"Why doesn't Lianzhi know about love and suffering? I understand your mind." But why should you escape from my mind.

"No matter whether it's the flames of war or the guns and arrows, I'm the only one who can make me do this." Zhao Zimu reached into his thick coat and stroked his smooth skin: "You should understand, even if you stop I will definitely do the same."

"Is there no room for discussion?" Lin Qingdao said, while enduring the warmth and numbness felt from her palm.

"What if you changed?" Zhao Zimu said.

Lin Qing stopped talking, and Zhao Zimu whispered again, "Are you adding ingredients to the incense? And the wine."

"Why?" Zhao Zimu said. The room was already lit with incense, but Zhao Zimu smelled the problem as soon as he came in.

Lin Qing closed her eyes and looked at her fixedly and said, "I miss you."

"So you knew you couldn't convince me, and this medicine was added just because you wanted to." Zhao Zimu smiled.

In the past two months, they either ran on the road, or Zhao Zimu joined the Northwest Army and gathered less and separated more, so Lin Qing just adjusted these things.

The scent of incense in the room exuded a faint scent. After a sip of wine, Zhao Zimu also felt a little hot on his body, squinted and smiled at the person in front of him, and a warm touch was greeted on his lips.

Hearing a dumb voice in his ear, said: "Serve more comfortably." She smiled and slid her hand to his sensitive place all at once. He heard him groan and said, "Okay."

In the following month, a hundred thousand troops of the imperial court cooperated with the various health centers in the northwestern town to attack the Huns in various ways.

But both the Liang and the Huns knew that the battle should be ended here, because even the Liang could not afford the Huns.

Although the generals of Liang Liang are generally weaker than the cavalry of the Huns, they are better than others, and they are not afraid of consumption. Both the personnel and the grain can keep up. When dealing with the Huns, it is basically a ten-play strategy. Although it is hooligan and there are still a lot of casualties, what the war looks at is the result. What does it matter even if there are many dead people?

Moreover, the Huns can't afford too many casualties, their population is already small, and if they fight again, it will be worthless.

So the Huns withdrew from Shacheng a month later, and Shacheng was successfully recovered.

But even if the Huns withdrew their troops, the generals of the Battle of Shali City lost a total of 40,000 to 50,000 soldiers, and the Huns only lost less than 2,000 people!

However, the victory of the Northwest Army was still happily passed to Nanjing, and the whole beam was cheered up and down. Zhao Zimu did not know how Chen Jin felt, but was such a victory really heavy?

Two thousand to fifty thousand, what is this concept?But everyone didn't seem to feel anything like that, and still rejoiced for this heavy loss victory.

Looking at the bonfire burning to celebrate the victory in front of him, the soldiers who slurped and ate meat, and listened to the nonsense of a group of rude men in front of him, and the provocative whispers from not far away, Zhao Zimu just sipped A sip of wine, staring at the fire in front of him in a daze.

It is a well-known thing that there are military prostitutes in the barracks, but today she actually encountered it. Under the mad vent of these soldiers, the blood and loyalty fell together. Under the cover of night and darkness, the hero and the beauty changed their taste together. .

This has always been the case in this world, with glory and ugliness, no one can change it!

"This little brother, why drink alone alone? Shouldn't you be happy that I won the Northwest Army today?" An old and bold voice sounded, with smile and majesty.

Chen Jin does not remember Zhao Zimu, but Zhao Zimu will naturally not forget him, looked up at him and smiled.

Young Yingying's eyebrows contained a trace of unconcerned leisurelyness and a bit of sadness that was too light to see clearly. Chen Jin's laughter eased down and said with majestic Sang Yin: "How are you dissatisfied?"

Chen Jing's voice is full of oppression, which is no wonder. When everyone is happy and excited, she is drinking sullenly like dissatisfaction. This is not what disturbs the army's heart?

After listening to Chen Jing’s words, the generals who followed him couldn’t help but glared at her, and they all stared at her, some even rolled up their sleeves and wanted to learn a lesson about this thick boy who didn’t know the heights of the earth, even the general dared Disrespectful!

The soldiers around the bonfire were tense, and the sightless sight around Zhao Zimu suddenly swelled up. They were the fifty people in the forbidden army, and they were ordered to protect her in secret, regardless of It was that battle, and none of them followed her!

They were the people who protected Zhao Zimu, but none of them died. Not only did they not die, everyone who experienced baptism on the battlefield seemed to have a bloodthirsty breath on them, like a tiger that started out, just waiting to choose Bite.

Such a strong murderous Chen Jin and others have been familiar with the field for many years, and they all showed a surprised look. Unexpectedly, she was supported by so many people at a young age. As long as she is a little bit hardened, she must be a general.

And they also heard that a martial arts strong and a brave teenager who killed the enemy in a hundred-house camp was the person in front of him, but if it was him, this person was too ignorant.

Feeling the impulsiveness of the general behind him, Chen Jin raised his hand backwards, instructing them not to act rashly, and then looked at Zhao Zimu and said: "What dissatisfaction can you say? I will not blame you."

Zhao Zimu shook the bottle in his hand, and then looked up at him calmly and said: "The old general laughed, how unhappy was our army over the Huns? The latter will just remember those dead soldiers. "

As soon as Chen Jin heard this from Zhao Zimu, she looked at her with a deeper vision and said, "You must have the heart. Those who can fight with you must be lucky. If you have such a companion who cares about others, they must be Very happy."

Chen Jinxin said comfortably, but he pushed back his beard and said: "It's just a celebration feast today. You must be happy. I don't think you want to hurt your companions' self-confidence!"

After glancing at the majestic Chen Jin in his smile, Zhao Zimu sighed softly: "General, we have too many people who died in this battle, but the Huns have nothing to hurt. This is really a price. It’s too big. When the Huns were few, we couldn’t beat him. He was still occupied by the city, but what if they had more people?”

The young man's voice was faint, but there was a trace of worry. Chen Jin could not help but sink in his heart. He looked at Zhao Zimu's eyes a little deeper, a flash of surprise quickly flashed in his eyes, and then disappeared.

"Bold!"

A general shouted at Zhao Zimu and stared at Zhao Zimu with an angry look: "Do you know who the person in front of you is, so dare to be so rude to the general, and kneel down to plead guilty!"

In this life, the skeleton is large, the body looks Kong Wuli but the face is pale, the eyes are slightly protruding, the outline of the eyebrows is deep, and the appearance of a sick tiger makes people feel that if he can't pay attention, he will be bitten by him.

"Sun Wu." Chen Jin stopped him with his hands, and then looked at Zhao Zimu again with his eyes: "What's your name?"

Several generals behind Chen Jin stopped talking, because some of them remembered Zhao Zimu. When Lin Qing met with them, Zhao Zimu stood behind him. Someone noticed her, but these people Chen Jin is not included, his attention will not stay in these places.

However, although the general behind Chen Jin was somewhat impressed with Zhao Zimu, Zhao Zimu joined the army soon afterwards, so they did not see this person next to Lin Qing, let alone Zhao Zimu followed Lin Qing It was always quiet when they were there, so their impressions were vague and they chose not to say it.

Zhao Zimu smiled and said quietly, "Zhao Zhong."