Dandere General and his Lord

After a whirlwind,

Cheng Qianye found himself in the middle of a patch of dwarf trees and grass, stepping on the cold river water under his feet, and the sound of killing above his head shook the sky.

A black figure stood in front of her, protecting her tightly under a slightly concave tree root on the shore.

The person protecting her is Mo Qiaosheng.

Mo Qiaosheng looked up at the battle on the embankment.

After a while, he turned around and lowered his head, took off the golden crown on Cheng Qianye's head, took off his coat, and put it over Cheng Qianye's soft armor.

Then he bowed his back and set off for Chiba, wading in the cold river water and rushing along the bank against the current.

"Qiaosheng, are you injured, let me down."

Mo Qiaosheng didn't say a word and ran wildly.

From time to time, there are stray arrows and gravel rubbing dangerously by their side.

A soldier in the military uniform of the Jin State, with arrows all over his body, fell into the water in front of them.

Mo Qiaosheng didn't stop, stepping over the corpse in the water, causing blood-red splashes all the way.

Cheng Qianye leaned on his firm shoulders, with a scene of rapid reversal in his eyes, messy shouts in his ears, and a sharp arrow even scratched her cheek, leaving a shallow scar.

The fear of the first death gripped her heart so closely.

Cheng Qianye closed his eyes and heard the heartbeats of himself and Mo Qiaosheng.

I don't know how long I ran, the roar gradually disappeared, and the surroundings gradually became quiet.

They came to a mountain stream.

Mo Qiaosheng stepped on the cobblestones by the river and walked ashore.

"Qiaosheng, let me down." Cheng Qianye said.

The body that was carrying her suddenly softened and threw Cheng Qianye to the ground.

Mo Qiaosheng stretched out his hand to support him on the ground, looked back at Cheng Qianye, gritted his teeth, stood up, took two steps, and finally fell to the ground.

"Bridge students!"

Cheng Qianye took a few steps forward and helped Mo Qiaosheng.

I saw Mo Qiaosheng's eyes were closed, his face was as white as paper, he was hit by two arrows, and he didn't respond.

"Qiaosheng, Qiaosheng, wake up." Cheng Qianye reached out and shook him, and found that his hand was blood red.

She raised her head and looked around, and there was no one in the empty mountain stream.

Cheng Qianye gritted his teeth and carried Mo Qiaosheng on his back. Mo Qiaosheng was much taller than her, and at the moment he lost his mind again, making it difficult to bear.

She walked step by step on the slippery pebbles by the river, Mo Qiaosheng's hands fell from her shoulders, and blood flowed down the arms, dripping on the ground.

After finally walking to a sheltered place, Cheng Qianye placed Mo Qiaosheng on the ground and untied his clothes.

The ferocious iron arrow ripped through the skin mercilessly and embedded in the flesh.

Cheng Qianye felt at a loss as to what to do.

"What to do, Qiaosheng. What to do?" She closed her eyes and held out her trembling hand, holding the shaft of the arrow.

A big cold hand was on the back of her hand.

"Master, I... come by myself."

Mo Qiaosheng woke up.

He gritted his teeth, the blue veins burst out on his forehead, and he pulled out two arrows in one breath.

Chapter 28

Mo Qiaosheng frowned, stretched out his fingers and tapped himself several times to slow down the bleeding.

Cheng Qianye tore off his clothes and bandaged him.

Mo Qiao Sheng's blood-stained fingers gently held her wrist, took the cloth belt, and tightly tied his wound tightly.

"Master, it's not far from the battlefield, it's not safe, and you can't stay for a long time. You can swim along the river, or go into the mountains temporarily to take shelter."

"Okay." Cheng Qianye nodded.

Mo Qiaosheng took off his waist knife and stuffed it in Cheng Qianye's hand. He took off the gorgeous saber that Cheng Qianye carried with him, which was more practical than practical, and held it in his own hands.

"The enemy's surprise attack broke our army for a while. But I think General Yu will soon be able to control the situation and organize a counterattack. Master, you just need to ensure your own safety and wait for General Yu's rescue."

Cheng Qianye reacted: "You, won't you go with me?"

Although after these days, she has gradually adapted to this era.

But at heart she is a woman who grew up in a modern city. She was told to enter this desolate wilderness alone to survive under the threat of death, which made her instinctively afraid. She subconsciously wanted to rely on the man in front of her that she trusted.

Mo Qiaosheng showed an embarrassed expression and avoided Cheng Qianye's gaze.

Cheng Qianye suddenly realized that Mo Qiaosheng seemed to be talking to her calmly and methodically, but in fact, half of his body was stained red with blood. He sat on the ground, the arm by his side was even trembling faintly.

He was too weak to stand up.

Cheng Qianye squatted down beside him, "Come on, I'll carry you."

Mo Qiaosheng looked at her, his lips moved slightly, but he didn't speak.

"Don't be long-winded, come up quickly." Cheng Qianye said sideways.

The slender, blood-stained fingers clung to her shoulders.

"Just hold me for a while, that's all." A low-pitched male voice sounded behind him.

Cheng Qianye felt his shoulders sink, and the man behind him took advantage of this support to stand up with his teeth clenched. With another force, Fang Mian stood up and slowly stabilized.

"Can I go?" Cheng Qianye asked worriedly. She knew in her heart that with her strength, it was impossible to carry Mo Qiaosheng far.

"As long as I don't die, I can go."

As long as the lord needs me, I can go, I must be able to go.

Cheng Qianye put his arm on his shoulder and supported his waist with one hand, trying to make Mo Qiaosheng lean on him as much as possible.

"Go. Let's go together. You can't die."

The two reluctantly left the river bank and stumbled into the forest.

The sky was getting dark, and the moon was rising over the treetops.

In the quiet chūn mountain, the shadows of trees whirling.

Cheng Qianye felt that the weight of Mo Qiaosheng leaning on her gradually increased, and his footsteps became slower and slower, and finally stopped.

"Qiaosheng." Cheng Qianye whispered worriedly.

Mo Qiaosheng's head was mostly covered by the drooping forehead hair.

Under the moonlight, I could only see the smooth and straight bridge of the nose, sweating profusely. The thin lips were slightly parted, and a cloud of mist could not be breathed out.

Cheng Qianye found a relatively hidden place and let Mo Qiaosheng, who was in a semi-conscious state, lie on the ground.

Even though it is already chūn day, the mountains and forests at night still carry a bone-chilling chill.

When Mo Qiaosheng's clothes were running in the water, they were already soaked and cold.

But Cheng Qianye didn't dare to make a fire, she thought about it, took off Mo Qiaosheng's wet clothes, twisted it with her hands, and hung it on a branch.

She looked at Mo Qiaosheng who was unconscious, turned her back, took off her inner and outer robes, and still put on the slightly damp robe. The dry underwear lightly covered Mo Qiaosheng's Chiluǒ body.

When the warm clothes covered the cold skin, Mo Qiao was shocked and woke up. He felt a soft arm wrap around his shoulders, wrapping himself in a warm embrace.

The lord sat against the mountain wall, and let him, a slave, lie on his lap, lightly stroked his hair with one hand, and looked vigilantly into the depths of the night with his head sideways.

Those eyes full of stars are bright and moving in the night,

"Sleep well. I'll be on guard." The master's voice sounded above his head.

Not being able to sleep, Mo Qiaosheng reminded himself that this place is too dangerous, and he must raise his spirits to protect the lord.

However, there was a burst of warm body temperature on the skin, and a faint fragrance smelled in the nose.

In this world, the voice that reassured him the most kept whispering in his ear: "Sleep. Sleep at ease."

Unable to sleep, he whispered and slowly closed his eyes.

In this crisis-ridden night, Mo Qiaosheng fell into a peaceful sleep.

...

When Cheng Qianye woke up, the sky was already bright.

She sat up from a pile of thatch and branches, wondering where she was for a moment.

She was covered in a white undershirt, and as she got up, she slid down onto the soft thatch pile below her.

Cheng Qianye found that he was well concealed in some obstacles covered with thatch and branches.

If it was from the outside just now, it was almost impossible to see that a person was sleeping inside.

When did I fall asleep, Hashimoto?

Cheng Qianye looked up and saw no sign of Mo Qiaosheng.

There is a leaf by her hand, and a root-shaped fruit is supported on the green leaf.

The fruit was about the size of two fists, with some mud and roots on the skin. When you cut it, there is white flesh inside. You can taste it and find it is crispy and raw, with a lot of water and a little sweetness.

Cheng Qianye just happened to be hungry, so he used the knife he carried with him to cut the root into several pieces, nibbling it while waiting for Mo Qiaosheng.

Where did Qiaosheng go? He was so badly injured, but he got up early in the morning and did so many things.