Translator: Dj2203
Editor: Dj2203
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The army broke camp and marched northward, only stopping to set up camp in the evening.
Shen Lou threw Zhong Youyu’s body to the two brothers and asked them to dispose of it themselves. The brothers decided to stay and help the sinking building, so they burned the body on the spot.
The raging fire licked the wood, gradually surrounding the young body and burning it to ashes.
“Looking at my own body being cremated, I always feel a bit awkward,” Zhong Youyu muttered in a low voice, hanging his usual spirit sword on his waist, “Xiao Mo, I suddenly remembered that when we fight in the future, each of us can use one hand, then you can use two swords.”
“Yes.” Zhong Wumo responded, looking at the burning flames and not knowing what he was thinking.
“You say, if you have me with you, how will you marry a wife in the future? When you and your wife had a wedding, I will just have to watch helplessly. Do you think it is appropriate?” His body was completely gone, so Zhong Youyu started to think carefully about his future life, and the more he thought about it, the more troubled he became.
“I won’t take a wife, you take one.” The flames gradually extinguished, Zhong Wumo stepped forward and put the ashes into a small bottle.
“That’s not okay, then won’t you be able to see it when your sister-in-law and I are having sex.” Zhong Youyu threw the handful of ashes he just grabbed to the ground.
“Don’t make trouble.” Zhong Wumo grabbed the ashes again.
Shen Lou stood not far away. He didn’t want to admit that he knew the fool who was fighting with his left hand and his right hand, so he turned around and returned to the commander’s tent.
Lin Xin was sitting on the main seat, writing a letter while listening to the information Yuan A had inquired about.
“The crown prince has blocked the official roads of various states, and Luli cannot leave the Southern Territory. His Royal Highness borrowed a boat from the Eastern Territory, took the waterway, and disappeared. Now it is unknown where he is.” Ren Yi, who returned from the Southern Territory, said.
“After this subordinate informed the Grand Master, the Grand Master entered the palace.” Ren Er was assigned to post the letter to Huan Xinghai.
When he heard Shen Lou coming in, Lin Xin put away his pen, folded the letter and sealed it with fire paint, and handed it to Ren San, “Go.”
Ren San took the order and left, while Ren Yi and Ren Er lowered their heads and saluted Shen Lou.
“Why are you up?” Shen Lou walked over, picked up Lin Xin and put him back on the bed.
Lin Xin let him hug him without any resistance, waving his hand for Yuan A to step back, “This injury doesn’t matter anymore…are you addicted to hugging me now?”
“I never hugged you in my last life,” Shen Lou whispered, talking to Lin Xin as he squeezed into a quilt and pulled the person into his arms, “Make it up in this life.”
It was peaceful in the dusk on the grassland, and the footsteps of the patrol soldiers echoed between the tents, mixed with the sounds of the Zhong brothers quarrelling with themselves and the sound of the Army distributing meals. The fireworks in the world had brought the souls that had experienced two lives to the ground.
“Hey, let me ask you, when did you fall in love with me in your last life?” Lin Xin took Shen Lou’s arm and put it under his head. The moment of leisure stolen during the war made people want to fall in love more than usual.
He didn’t know whether it was because Shen Lou was pretending to be too much like him, or because he was obsessed with being in power, but he really didn’t notice it at that time.
Shen Lou lowered his eyes and thought about it seriously, when did it start?
Was it that Qionglin Banquet? The new number one scholar was a well-known talent in the south of the Yangtze River. He had become somewhat complacent after being praised a few times by the emperor and was called upon to compete with Marquis Lu. No one expected that Marquis Lu, who was wielding swords all day long and speaking cruelly, could actually have the talent of swallowing a phoenix[1], and almost defeated the champion until he was speechless.
Or was it that New Year’s tribute banquet? Marquis Lu, who was too drunk, drank with him one glass after another. With a peach blossom color at the end of her eyes, he fell limply into Shen Lou’s arms, and asked him with a smile and a cry: “They all bullied me, why didn’t you take me away?”
Or maybe it was earlier, but he didn’t even notice it himself. Ever since he first met Lin Xin in the autumn hunt, his eyes had always followed the young man who was as reckless as the scorching sun, becoming obsessed with him without even realizing it.
“What about you?” Shen Lou’s ears were slightly red and he couldn’t help but ask him. Lin Xin was a man who refused to recognize his relatives when he was ruthless and made no distinction between men and women when he was romantic. From the moment they met, he never stopped teasing him. So he couldn’t tell whether it was affection or teasing.
“It must be earlier than you. When you don’t recognize me, it was all you.” Lin Xin held Shen Lou’s face and said seriously.
His heart trembled slightly, and for a moment, Shen Lou almost believed this nonsense. Immediately he realized something was wrong. Where did the feelings come from before they even met? It was obviously a trick to deceive people. He squeezed Lin Xin’s hand and pressed it to the pillow, leaning over and kissing that hateful mouth.
Lin Xin smiled and let him kiss him. His other hand entered Marshal Shen’s lapel and fumbled around. Shen Lou gasped and grabbed his hand immediately.
“Don’t move.” Shen Lou took a breath, supported him, and restrained himself from continuing.
“What, you have no strength?” Lin Xin provoked him knowingly, “If you can’t do it all the way, why not let me do it.”
Shen Lou was so angry that his teeth itched, and he reached out and slapped him on the buttocks, “You are still injured.”
Lin Xin grinned, stretched out his legs to hook Shen Lou’s waist and said, “Oh, don’t hit there, it’s so embarrassing.”
“…”
Early the next morning, Zhong Wumo was nowhere to be seen in the camp.
“They are looking for food and grass.” Shen Lou said nonchalantly, ordered his subordinates to break camp and continue to march rapidly. He gave the two brothers three thousand soldiers and horses and asked them to rob the Luoyang granary.
“Why are you more anxious than before?” Lin Xin sat on the Yanggu sword and followed Shen Lou’s horse as it floated forward. The spirit sword was much more stable than the horse and would not hurt his wound.
“I’m afraid the crown prince won’t be able to bear with me for a few more days.” Shen Lou flicked the reins and jumped onto the small slope. Then Shen Lou’s cold voice, through the vast spiritual power, reached the ears of every soldier.
“In front of you is the Yin Mountain, and Wen Shilan’s army is at the foot of the mountain. The barbarians have a witchcraft called Devouring Souls. The spiritual power of immortals will be lost, and the mortals will die immediately if they are hit with it. The Devouring Souls are precious, and the barbarians will definitely use it against the immortals. Remember, if you are infected, you should immediately turn around and isolate yourself in the camp until Grand Master Zhu Xingli comes to treat you. Don’t be too eager to fight.”
In the previous life, there was no way to suppress the Devouring Souls, so the infected soldiers could only be killed immediately on the battlefield. So many people were afraid to tell if they were infected, causing even greater casualties.
When the soldiers heard that they could be saved from the disease, they didn’t think there was anything to be afraid of, and they all said “yes”.
Lin Xin looked at Shen Lou’s method of stabilizing the morale of the army, raised his eyebrows slightly, and whispered in Shen Lou’s ear: “So you can also lie.”
“Gu didn’t lie.” Shen Lou said with great integrity, he only said half the truth.
The crown prince was waiting for the reply from Zhong Youyu’s decree, but unexpectedly he received the news that Hangu Pass was attacked and the Luoyang granary was robbed. “Who did it?”
“Duke… Duke Su.”
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[1] Literary talent.