Double Bi

"Since Ah Xun says I'm a hooligan, why don't I do something like a hooligan?"

Song Xun wanted to kick Zhao Ye, but he couldn't bear to see the bloodshot eyes.

"Go to sleep."

Zhao Ye saw Song Xun looking at him with concern, so he obeyed the latter.

"Close your eyes!"

"I can't sleep," Zhao Ye pouted like a child, "I want Ah Xun to accompany me."

Song Xun: "..."

Song Xun walked to Zhao Ye's bed and sat down.

"Go to sleep quickly."

"Ah Xun is exhausted, so he should take a good rest."

The smile on Song Xun's face disappeared instantly.

"Zhao Ye, don't be shameless!" Song Xun was about to get up, but Zhao Ye pulled him down on the bed.

Zhao Ye covered Song Xun with a quilt and said, "Good boy."

"..."

Zhao Ye kissed Song Xun on the forehead, then closed his eyes.

Song Xun stared at Zhao Ye for a while, raised the corners of his mouth, and then closed his eyes.

The sound of even breathing came from the ear, Zhao Ye turned sideways and looked at Song Xun.

The other party's face was still as pale as ever.

Zhao Ye suddenly thought of the old man Song Xun had brought with him, who had excellent medical skills, and sneaked out of bed.

After Zhao Ye covered Song Xun with the quilt again, making sure that the person in front of him that he pitied so much would not catch a cold, he strode towards the door.

Just as he was about to step out of the room, Zhao Ye glanced at Song Xun.

expressionless.

There is no tenderness when looking at Song Xun in the past.

After Zhao Ye gently closed the door, he went to the old man's room.

"Boom boom boom——"

Zhao Ye knocked on Zheng Pu's door.

"come in."

It was a slightly hoarse voice.

Zhao Ye pushed the door open and walked in.

"I have seen seniors."

"Don't play with these imaginary etiquette, just talk about something."

Zheng Pu was tinkering with some bottles and cans, but he didn't look at Zhao Ye directly.

"The younger generation has an old friend who was caught in a heavy rain when he was young, and has since fallen to the root of his illness..."

Zheng Pu interrupted Zhao Ye and said, "The old man can only prescribe the right medicine after we meet."

Zhao Ye sighed, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, he bowed to Zheng Pu and then retreated.

After Zhao Ye returned to the room, Song Xun had already woken up.

"Where did you go?"

The boy who just woke up had a slightly dry throat.

"Dealed with some military matters."

"Oh."

Song Xun didn't ask any more questions.

"Ah Xun, if there is a chance to cure your disease, will you give up?"

Song Xun said with a smile: "You want to talk about Zheng Pu, right? I never give up any hope, even if it is very slim. Mr. Zheng said that my illness can only be recuperated slowly. You know, this is impossible."

He has to run.

Song Xun lowered his head and said, "Zhao Ye, I can't stay for long."

Zhao Ye frowned unhappily, but after thinking about it, Song Xun was not safe staying here.

"After the Turks sent troops, the small countries in the south also became restless. The flames of war have spread to the south of the Yangtze River."

Zhao Ye really hadn't paid attention to the news from the outside world during this time, and he only found out about it now.

"So? Are you going to Jiangnan?"

Song Xun shook his head.

Zhao Ye smiled wryly, he couldn't figure out what Song Xun was thinking.

"Zhao Ye, how many troops are there in Liuzhou?"

"The remnants of Qianzhou after World War I plus the Liuzhou garrison total more than [-] people."

"If I can get troops, are you sure you can win?"

Song Xun, Song Xun, what surprises will you bring to me?

"I'm sure. It's just rations..."

"I'll fix it."

Zhao Ye met Song Xun's eyes.

Like a pool of stagnant water, its depth is unfathomable.

But so clear and bright...

"Chu, Wang, Your Majesty, Your Majesty," Song Xun paused, "Can you take a good rest now?"

"Call the general."

"The general should take a good rest now."

Looking at Song Xun's back, Zhao Ye gradually put away his smile and fell down on the bed.

There was still Song Xun's lingering warmth on the bed, as well as a faint fragrance - it was the smell of Song Xun's body.

Zhao Ye, who hadn't rested for several days, soon fell asleep.

Song Xun walked around casually.

The army under Zhao Ye's management is well-trained and disciplined.

Song Xun accidentally caught a glimpse of a collapsed house, and his curiosity drove him to walk over.

There was something dark on the ground, Song Xun put his index finger and middle finger together, wiped a little, put it under his nose and smelled it.

It's fire/powder!

Song Xun went to a soldier and asked him what happened.

"The general has been researching fire/powder recently, and wants to use fire/powder in the military."

Song Xun was holding a handkerchief and was wiping his fingers with his head down.

After the soldier finished answering, Song Xun raised his head and thanked him.

On the way back, Song Xun squeezed his chin, thinking while walking.

For Zhao Ye's idea, Song Xun was very appreciative.Fire/powder was originally only used for fireworks and firecrackers, if it is really used in military...

Song Xun's hands turned red from the cold.

The wind blew the hair around his ears, and the street leading to the prefect's mansion was empty, looking a bit desolate and desolate.

Although the wind brings beauty, it is not perfect.

Song Xun felt something was blown into his eyes by the wind.

Song Xun rubbed it with his hands, but felt more and more uncomfortable.

Song Xun hurried to find Zheng Pu.

After Zheng Pu checked Song Xun's eyes, he took out the sundries with two long wooden sticks.

"It's the stinger of a poisonous insect," Zheng Pu took out one from a pile of bottles and jars, and handed it to Song Xun, "Take it in the morning and evening, one pill at a time, and Pavilion Master Song's eyes will recover in a few days."

"Thank you."

"No, I just hope Pavilion Master Song will keep his promise and find my granddaughter."

"I always keep my word."

The next day.

After Song Xun woke up, he knocked on Zhao Ye's door.

There was no movement in the room.

Song Xun turned around to leave, and happened to meet Zhao Ye's eagle-like eyes on his handsome face.

After seeing Song Xun, all the sharpness in Zhao Ye's eyes disappeared, leaving only tenderness.

"Are your eyes okay?" Zhao Ye walked towards Song Xun step by step.

After Song Xun came back, the two never met again, and Zhao Ye only learned about it.

Song Xun smiled and shook his head.

Zhao Ye's hand caressed Song Xun's cheek, and his slightly cool fingertips stroked Song Xun's skin.

Song Xun didn't have time to spend with Zhao Ye here, and he slapped the laggard's hand with a slap.

"Studying fire/powder?"

"Ah."

"Together?"

"it is good."

Song Xun: "..."

What are the questions and answers...

"Zhao Ye, listen to my idea. What I want is to mix liquid fire/powder and solid fire/powder."

Zhao Ye looked at Song Xun with eyes full of joy.

"Ah Xun, thank you for the reminder!"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Ye took Song Xun's hand and ran out of the prefect's mansion.

……

"boom--"

Song Xun counted, and six or seven houses collapsed.

"Success?"

Song Xun nodded towards Zhao Ye and said, "It worked."

"Ah Xun, you always bring me surprises, you are my lucky star."

Song Xun stuck out his tongue mischievously, and said, "I'm a disaster star born on Ghost Festival!"

Hearing Song Xun's words, Zhao Ye knew that Song Xun had really let go of the past.

Zhao Ye patted Song Xun's head and said, "In my eyes, you will always be a lucky star."

"In Zi Yang's eyes, you, a hard-to-serve Buddha, are a disaster!"

"It's still in your eyes anyway."

"Go away!"

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