Bai Yueguang was pissed off [Quick Transmigration]

Because it was traveling at a very gentle speed, it was already night when they actually arrived at the Chu army camp.

Gu Xiang woke up once in the middle, realizing that he was surrounded by His Majesty's arms like a cub, and blinked his eyes in a dazed and confused way.

His Majesty, who had been paying attention to him all the time, actually just closed his eyes and rested, and did not really fall asleep. He quickly noticed the movement in his arms, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and slowly opened his eyes.

As if he didn't know what to say for a moment, His Majesty bent down and gently rubbed Gu Xiang's soft long hair with the tip of his nose.

His arms are powerfully enclosing the person, and he is actually in a strong position, but when he makes this tender movement, he suddenly appears soft.

Gu Xiang was quickly attracted by this action, and no longer paid attention to the position. Instead, with a smile, he gently rubbed the top of His Majesty's head, and then called out in a low and hoarse voice just after waking up: "...Ah Heng?"

King Chu's name is Heng, which means beautiful jade, and he was entrusted with hope and warmth when he was born.

It's just that too many things happened later, and no one was allowed or qualified to call this name, except his husband.

And later, his husband also left, and no one would call "Aheng" again.

Chu Heng had spent countless days alone and silently, and he was even ready that maybe no one would call his name again.

And in this almost normal afternoon, it was the second time that he heard someone calling him so intimately.

Perhaps it is always easy to radiate warmth in a small and dark space, or it may be that the names called by the loved ones always have such different feelings.

His Majesty, who hadn't been called by his name for a long time, paused for a moment, with an almost joyful look in his eyes, and leaned down again, almost cherishing, and lightly rubbed Gu Xiang's pale cheek.

Like a small animal guarding and cherishing food.

Gu Xiang, who just woke up and was in a state of confusion, couldn't help laughing, rubbing his forehead hair comfortingly, his eyes bent into clear spring water.

Perhaps it was also because of this almost conniving comfort and the easily forgiving explanation that gave His Majesty great courage.

When the next time, Gu Xiang couldn't help but drowsy again due to his health, his majesty would know to take the initiative to come over and wrap him in his arms without reminding him.

The carriage had been at a standstill for about a quarter of an hour, and He Jun tentatively opened the door, except for a icy and stern gaze, this was what he saw.

Take a breath, even if you are as thick-skinned as General He, you have to sigh with emotion, your Majesty's ability to see through every stitch.

Because I know His Majesty's pains of waiting, General He actually doesn't really want to disturb such a rare and tender moment.

But it was already getting dark, and it was not appropriate to rest in the carriage all the time.

After hesitating for a moment, General He raised his back, just preparing to speak out to remind him.

Seeing His Majesty staring at him motionlessly, he paused, stretched out his cold white fingertips, and lightly pointed to the soft cloak on the other side of the seat.

The frontier fortress is full of wind and sand. Unlike the soldiers who are familiar with and have the ability to resist, Gu Xiang, who is as gentle and fragile as jade, obviously needs care.

And Chu Wangheng, who always wears monotonous black clothes and doesn't even know how to add accessories in heavy snow days, at this moment, unexpectedly has no role of a self-taught cloak.

He Jun suppressed his trembling chest, restrained himself and ordered himself not to curl his lips recklessly.

However, in the next second, I saw that the reason why His Majesty was motionless in the car was actually because he spread the only coat and wrapped the sleeping Gu Xiang.

General He couldn't bear it any longer, turned his head away, tiny stars appeared in his eyes.

That's great, when Gu Xiang came back, His Majesty's heart not only has a home and warmth.

There's also humanity.

It is said that it is a border camp, but in fact, in order to resist foreign enemies and facilitate long-term garrison, it has been built into the appearance of a strong city wall.

The night is as cool as water, with light blue moonlight flowing through the border gates filled with yellow sand. To welcome the returning king, the gates of the city are lit with dim lights.

Chu Wangheng, who was dressed in black, moved very lightly and had a vigorous posture. When he was not moving, he almost merged with the night behind him.

And in his arms, he was holding... an unknown fluffy.

Those who came to greet him were, except for General He, several other generals of the Chu army, and many more people, because of insufficient qualifications, waited silently outside the city wall.

Because of the strict military discipline and clear ranks, the soldiers of the Chu army hidden in the dark night, even when they are not in combat, show a sense of mystery and fierce momentum as a whole.

Among them, their unsmiling, sharp-edged kings are the most prosperous.

Of course, if their king didn't hold a bunch of fluffy unknown objects in his arms, and also showed a cold face that didn't match the treasure, the effect might be better.

The several generals who accompanied him were all very important characters in the Chu army. Although they did not dare to be presumptuous in the face of the king, they knew in their hearts that although His Majesty was indifferent, it was not unreasonable to kill innocent people indiscriminately.

On the contrary, it seems that due to the influence of that gentleman in the early years, he has almost strict standards for himself.

In this case... Although I don't have the guts to directly ask him about the origin of the plush in his arms, it's not too much to look at it out of curiosity, right?

Just take a look, don't be so stingy.

Then he was firmly nailed in place by His Majesty's icy eyes.

The generals paused for a moment, feeling a chill in their hearts, no longer being presumptuous, but silently watching General He who has been walking with His Majesty without changing his expression: ...Thank you for your hard work, brother.

General He waved his hand, not knowing how to evaluate this group of ghosts who were rushing to die.

After traveling for a few days, there was a lot of business in the camp that needed to be dealt with. Although in Huaiqiu City, some people would always go back and forth to deliver important military reports every day, but when counted, there were still a lot of accumulations.

Therefore, when he came back, His Majesty didn't intend to stop, and all the generals followed him not far or near, and they didn't feel any resentment for working overtime late at night, and they all looked very normal.

Until a group of people followed the extremely trusted king to... His Majesty's bedroom?

For a moment, the indifferent generals changed their previous lifeless appearance, and their eyes shone slightly.

Although under the extremely restrained self-reminder, nothing can be seen on the surface, but there is already a hint of something in the eyes of General He.

Good brother... Go back and chat.

General He didn't change his face, as if he couldn't see anything, he stood upright, calmly pretending to be dead.

He only stepped forward when he received His Majesty's signal gaze, and pushed the closed door open with a slight movement, almost without making a sound.

A door separates light and darkness.

In the room without candles burning, only the very quiet moonlight flows.

Chu Heng's steps were very steady, and the person in his arms hardly felt any bumps along the way.

And through the action of closing the door, with his keen senses, he could clearly hear the sudden hurried and excited voice outside the door.

He knew that it was his generals who were discussing something, and it might be very unnutritive, but he never cared much about these small interests that didn't interfere with the business.

When peeling off the soft fluff on the collar of the cloak to reveal the sleeping face of the young man underneath, Chu Heng's mind softened even more.

Even the slightly noisy and deliberately lowered voice outside the door has completely become a part of the cool night with the moonlight, becoming harmonious and lovely.

With the faint moonlight, Chu Heng looked carefully at the face of the person in his arms as if he couldn't see enough.

Whether it's the warm skin or the substantial weight, he can hardly restrain himself and feel happy.

His Majesty lovingly rubbed Gu Xiang's cheek, bent his eyes, and then carefully, little by little, put him into the soft quilt.

Half-dream and half-awake, as if he felt something, Gu Xiang embraced the warm body that had been protecting him, and narrowed his eyes reluctantly.

The new touch from the fingers was cold, not warm or uncomfortable.

Chu Heng was obviously also aware of this, touched the quilt that had become cold because no one stayed there for a long time, and pursed his thin lips.

His Majesty lowered his eyes, glanced at his slightly disheveled but decent clothes, and then at the warm body in his arms.

... There are military affairs that need to be dealt with, and I can't take it off. If I take it off... I can't get up again.

Maintaining the embracing posture, Chu Heng sat on the side of the bed, lowered his eyes, and thought for a while.

After thinking about it for the last time, she pulled off the soft quilt and put it on her body, and she and her husband were together by the bedside, wrapped into a round cocoon.

His Majesty felt the long-lost joy and joy when he became an emotionless quilt tool.

But no matter how reluctant you are, when the temperature of your body is transmitted to the close-fitting quilt, you still have to get up obediently.

Mr. has come back, you can't be a fool.

Reluctantly wrapping the person up in a quilt and gently putting him on the bed, Chu Heng supported his body with his arms, lowered his eyes, and used the light rubbing between his cheeks as a parting gift.

Then, when His Majesty finally convinced himself that he was about to get up, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he suddenly felt a slight hook on his arm.

It wasn't just because of the cold touch that he subconsciously got close to the warm action, but... a gesture that was almost convincing.

His Majesty blinked, held his breath, and bent slightly, motionless.

I saw that Mr., who was sleeping soundly and actually no longer possessed the ability to think, seemed to be familiar with his breath. When he realized that he was about to leave, he subconsciously held his wrist with his fingers.

Also rub it lightly on the cheek.

Kissed by the moonlight, illuminated by candlelight, and soaked in warm water, probably cannot compare to the softness in His Majesty's heart at this moment.

Almost uncontrollable, the ends of his narrow and sharp eyes gradually curved into gentle arcs.

Then he bent down, and in return, he gave a light kiss carrying moonlight, resting on the cheek of the sleeping young man.