don't fight the general

In July, the fire is flowing, and the heat is gradually dissipating.

Obviously, the sun was still tirelessly scorching the earth a few days ago, and it cooled down unconsciously. Although there is still a little bit of "autumn tiger" power left, the Northwest Garrison that was almost peeled off by the sun a while ago As far as the army is concerned, it is not worth mentioning.

Sooner or later, Cui Wei still felt that he was not used to being blown on his face by the cool autumn wind.Some people can't believe it, this summer has passed like this?This is not the busiest summer Cui Wei has spent, but it is the most fulfilling one for him.Most of his energy was spent on preparing for the battle against Beiliang, and the remaining few points were used by him on another person.

Sometimes it was he who went into the city to go to Prince Rui's Mansion, and sometimes it was the bored Yan Jing who came to the camp.The frequency of the two people's meeting is not high, and when they meet, they are just eating together, chatting, or he accompany Yan Jing to unravel a few tricks, but every time they meet, Cui Wei will feel a little inexplicable ease in his heart.

He is not really ignorant, but some things are beyond all his cognition in the previous 17 years. He has tried to think about this matter, and wants to make a position for the relationship between himself and Yan Jing, but In the end, I was still at a loss and simply gave up.Cui Wei has an imminent idea that has been lingering in Cui Wei's mind, but he still can't figure it out. In fact, some things don't have to be explained clearly. For Cui Wei now, letting things take their course is enough.

Although autumn has entered, the daily training of the Northwest Garrison Army has not slackened in the slightest. Cui Wei has always been strict with himself. Embarrassed, he ran to the river to clean himself.

In the early years, Cui Wei might not have cared so much about these minutiae. If he was tired, he would go back to the account and clean it up the next day. But recently, he has begun to care about it inexplicably. , always tidy up and change into fresh clothes before he can rest, Fu Yue often ridiculed him for being particular.

Washing off the dust and sweat from his body, Cui Wei sat alone on the bluestone slab under the shade of a tree to rest. Recently, he likes this place very much. He would sit on it for a while after cleaning every day, letting some pictures of the past linger in his mind. reverberates.

The evening wind brought an irresistible coolness to Cui Wei's body, but it was nothing to Cui Wei. He loosened his long hair that was still dripping with water, and lay on his back on the stone slab, letting the setting sun The aftertaste falls evenly on himself.

When Fu Yue arrived, he saw this scene.The half-grown boy was wrapped in a robe indiscriminately, his ink-like long hair was scattered around his side, and his usually tall and straight body was curled up in a ball, sleeping peacefully and comfortably.Fu Yue walked over with light steps, his eyes fell on Cui Wei's face, and he saw a little bit of light blue under his eyes.

Cui Wei has had a hard time these days. He has to be involved in all matters big and small in the army, and he has to discuss with the generals about preparations for war. It's just exhausting his mind, and he still follows the soldiers every day. Together on the school grounds, we never slack off for a day.

Fu Yue has known him for too long, and knowing that he is such a person, it is rare for him to feel so sorry for his little boy at this moment.He lowered his head and glanced at the food box in his hand, raising his eyebrows slightly—however, it seemed that he was not the only one who felt distressed.

He moved closer to the bluestone slab, and just as he was about to stretch out his hand, the boy who was still asleep just now bounced up, the sleepiness in his eyes dissipated, and he squinted slightly to look at the person in front of him: "What's the matter?"

Fu Yue sighed softly in his heart, pushed Cui Wei's leg, and sat down on the stone slab: "Didn't I already fall asleep? I didn't make any movement."

Cui Wei covered his lips and yawned: "Just now you came from the river and kicked pebbles, and the sound could be heard for miles around."

Fu Yue: "..."

He stuffed the food box in his hand into Cui Wei's arms: "I saw you and King Rui sleeping here all afternoon, and all the noises by the river didn't wake you up at all. Why are you so wary of me?"

Cui Wei lowered his eyes slightly, glanced at the food box in his arms, and did not answer Fu Yue's words, but asked, "What's in it?"

"It was just delivered by people from Prince Rui's Mansion." Fu Yue reached out and lifted the lid of the food box, and glanced inside: "Well, it's mutton soup. It seems that the weather is getting cold, so I brought it here to make up for you." Replenish yourself?"

The soup cup in the food box is indeed from Prince Rui’s Mansion. Cui Wei has become very familiar with it these days. He passed his fingers across it, and the corners of his lips could not help but curl up: "I only sent this food box here, no What else?"

Fu Yue leaned closer to the soup cup with his chin propped up and sniffed gently: "What else do you want to ask, why didn't King Rui come over in person today?" Having said that, Fu Yue turned his head to look at Cui Wei's face, "I still can't figure it out, what is the friendship between you and King Rui? There are rumors in the city that the two of you are at odds with each other, but privately, um, I think you have You spend more time with King Rui than with me."

"How do you compare with King Rui?" Cui Wei lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking.

"Yeah, you and I grew up together, so of course it's different from King Rui." Fu Yue put one leg up, pressed his chin on it, looked at Cui Wei drinking the soup with a crooked face, and said casually, " However, King Rui is also very interesting. He always has a noble and glamorous expression that should not be approached by strangers, but his mouth is full of yin and yang. I heard from the boy who delivered the soup that he had caught a cold and caught the wind, so he was worried that you would get sick in the army, so he asked someone to make this soup and bring it here. If this is a girl, Cui Wei, are you already a son-in-law? "

Cui Wei frowned when Fu Yue said the previous words, and forgot to refute after hearing the second half, and stopped drinking soup, and frowned and looked at Fu Yue: "Brother Jing is sick?"

"Yes... ah, what do you call him?" Fu Yue's eyes widened, "You actually call him brother? I'm half a year older than you, why have you never called me brother?"

Cui Wei ignored his words, and stuffed the whole food box into his hands, got up and jumped off the slate, while arranging his hair that was not completely dry, he said, "I'm going out for a trip, patrolling the camp tonight. Just do it for me."

"That's easy to say, but, Cui Wei," Fu Yue sat up straight and looked at him, "Don't go to Prince Rui's Mansion now, just look at the sky, when you arrive, the city gate will be closed. "

Cui Wei looked up at the dimming sky: "It's okay, I have my own way." He tied up his long hair, tidied up his messy robes, and waved at Fu Yue, "Let's go. "

As dusk fell, the hustle and bustle of the day in Yunzhou City subsided and gradually returned to tranquility.Prince Rui's mansion was extremely quiet. After all, everyone in the mansion knew that his lord had caught the cold and needed to recuperate.

But Yan Jing herself didn't feel much, maybe because she slept too long during the day, she felt extra sober at this time, or maybe she felt bored.

Before going to bed the day before, he thought he hadn't seen Cui Wei for a while, and he would go to the camp to find some excuses during the day, but he didn't expect that when he woke up, he felt dizzy. Unable to cheer up, Yin Ping called a doctor to examine Yan Jing's pulse before he was convinced that he had contracted a cold for no apparent reason.

In fact, Yan Jing has always felt that she is not very delicate. Although she has the appearance of a vase, she has been considered healthy since she was a child, and she rarely gets sick. I don’t know why this year, just because the temperature has dropped in autumn, I can also catch a cold and get sick. There was no way to go to the garrison camp, so I could only sleep in the mansion for a whole day, it was really boring.

When Yinping came in, he saw his Highness sitting on the couch, staring at the candle beside him in a daze, and asked in a low voice: "Your Highness, you have been sleeping all day, do you want something to eat? You cook in the stove during the day. The mutton soup is still warm, may I serve you a bowl?"

"Huh?" Yan Jing came back to his senses, and suddenly remembered something, "By the way, did you send the mutton soup to Xuan Pinghou?"

"I sent it after it was cooked, and I took your token to go there. That young master should have finished drinking by this time." Yinping replied.

Yan Jing nodded, thinking of the way that person ate on weekdays in his mind, he suddenly had a little appetite: "Then give me a bowl to taste."

"Yes, Your Highness." Yin Ping tucked the quilt for Yan Jing, and after confirming that His Highness looked much better, he bowed and retreated.

Yan Jing sat on the bed, finger unconsciously picking the pattern on the quilt, suddenly heard the rustling sound from the roof, couldn't help frowning, and couldn't help but listen carefully to identify it.While concentrating, the west window, which had been closed all the time, was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and a thin black figure rolled into the room accompanied by the autumn wind.

Yan Jing stared at the boy who had just appeared in his mind with wide eyes in disbelief: "You..."

Cui Wei turned his head and showed him a bright smile, closed the west window lightly, walked to the side of the bed in a few steps, squatted down, and looked up at Yan Jing: "Brother Jing, I heard that you I'm sick, so I came to see you."

Yan Jing looked at the young man's smiling face with a complicated expression, and then looked at the dim sky outside the window. Probably because of illness, his throat seemed to be choked, and he asked after a while: "At this time, the city gate should be closed, right?"

The young man lowered his head slightly, touched his ears embarrassingly, and said in a low voice, "This is the first time I have climbed a city wall and climbed over a courtyard wall when I grow up. Brother Jing, you have to keep it a secret for me."

Yan Jing stretched out her hand and gently touched the top of the boy's head, with a smile and some suppressed emotions in her voice: "It seems that the city defense of Yunzhou City should be strengthened."