Chapter Ninety-Five: Love

Wei Heming was silent for a long time.

Chu Fengge flicked the bonfire with his intact hand, and the crumbling firelight made a beeping sound, warming the air that was only three feet around.

"You should hate me. ”

Wei Heming whispered. "I owe you, I know, Your Highness. ”

Chu Fengge laughed lowly, but couldn't help but reach out and rub his hair: "Sir, you just live too clearly, what can you do if you don't say it?"

Wei Heming doesn't say anything about his gentle appearance, they are still the greasy lovers, he can make Wei Heming's favorite appearance, in the bone marrow, in the soul.

"Your Highness, I have to like you clearly. Wei Heming said, "You say that I am a bad person, and I am willing to admit that I owed you in my previous life, but I am not so stupid that I can't even understand my own thoughts." ”

Chu Fengge's eyes were reflected in the firelight, jumping and jumping, very beautiful.

Wei Heming turned his head: "Your Highness, can we go back this time or two, I will only tell you this once, you understand." ”

"I'm a person who likes to be quiet or doesn't like to move, and I don't like to be soft or strong, but all these standards are the standards of liking, not the standards for you Chu Fengge. ”

Wei Heming's cheeks didn't know if they were burned red by the fire, with a slight Hao Ran. "But I love you, I love you, I know you are paranoid, but I don't pity you, I hope that if I am not there in the future, you will not be sleepless, and you will not be in pain. ”

If you want me to be separated from you, it is better to live than to die.

I wish that you would be quiet and happy without me.

Chu Fengge's face did not have the slightest expression, and no one could see his mood: "Sir, you should put yourself on the Buddha altar and make offerings." ”

"Even if it's an offering, I'll do that only to you. Wei Heming stared at him with the eyes that still belonged to a young man, but he revealed a gentleness that did not match his age. "Since you call me Mr. Life, I have taken this false name. ”

"Chu Fengge, in the past and this life, if no one protects you, I will protect you, if no one loves you, I will love you, and if no one teaches you what admiration is, I will also teach you. Wei Heming pressed his hand to his chest, as if he was making some solemn oath. "I am not a teenager, and my heart promises you that I will never look back for the rest of my life. ”

Through his clothes, he could still feel the temperature on Wei Heming's body.

For the first time in his life, Chu Fengge felt an almost embarrassed emotion, and he even wanted to withdraw his hand, but he couldn't bear the slight scorching, so he could only cover up his rout with silence.

The heart was beating "thump", and the sound became louder and louder, like a drum, and later, the heart was full of eyes and only the person in front of him, accompanied by the violent and rapid heartbeat.

Wei Heming got closer and closer to him, and finally gently imprinted his lips on his forehead, and his eyes were as bright as stars.

"Sober up, Your Highness, we have to think about getting out of here. Wei Heming also seemed to be a little arrogant, coughed lightly twice, and said to him with a smile.

Chu Fengge replied vaguely, and he couldn't hear what he said clearly.

Wei Heming raised his head and began to count the stars in the sky: "It's a pity that I am far inferior to Ah Yu in astronomical astronomy, otherwise how can I ...... the grassland" The pale lips that belonged to the young man opened and closed, and there seemed to be a faint water glow.

Chu Fengge seemed to be stunned, grabbed his hand that Bibi was drawing, wrapped it around his waist, and pressed it regardless of the injury on his shoulder.

His tongue squeezed in quickly, causing the man in his arms to intertwine his lips and teeth, and let out ambiguous gasps and watery sounds.

Every inch of the air between the two of them carried a scorching breath, making Wei Heming almost drown in this intimacy.

He subconsciously wanted to dodge, but he was clutched tighter, until every minute of temperature in the air stained his cheeks, and even the kissing voice had a nasal soft hum, Chu Fengge seemed to be slightly satisfied, and let go of him with great compassion.

He was already soft from his waist to his legs, so he could only pant and move back, but when he looked up, he met Chu Fengge's burning gaze.

"Sir......" Chu Fengge called in a low voice, and finally buried his head in his neck socket.

He originally wanted to reproach two frivolous sentences, but when he saw Chu Fengge's appearance, he couldn't say anything. He always can't do anything with his highness.

Wei Heming could only remain motionless, and asked with a wry smile: "Your Highness's injury is okay, right?"

"No problem. Chu Fengge whispered.

"Would Your Highness be willing to get up for a moment and discuss the next direction with your subordinates?" Wei Heming asked helplessly.

"The gentleman said, and I listened. Chu Fengge moved in, wrapped his hands around his waist, and greedily breathed the breath on his body.

Wei Heming was itchy by the heat of his neck, and he couldn't hold back it, and pushed the person away: "Your Highness is also thinking about some serious things," he said and couldn't help pouting: It was this person who hated to die or live, and now it is also this person who is the same as kraft candy, and he can't figure out this person's mind.

Chu Fengge was pushed away, but he calmed down a lot, half leaning on the grass hill behind him, and finally had the mood to listen to what Wei Heming was talking about.

Wei Heming drew a general terrain on the ground with a grass stalk, and calculated the direction, but in the end he was still not sure: "Your Highness has fought here for many years, and you should remember it better than me." All of this I know is from a previous life...... Now that a long time has passed, I can't remember much, but I'm afraid that there will be some deviations. ”

"I remember more than you," Chu Fengge lazily pulled out a fold of silk cloth from his arms. "It's just not as detailed as this picture. ”

Wei Heming hurriedly took the silk cloth and looked at it, the pictures on the silk cloth were drawn in great detail, and every grassy hill water source was clearly marked, and even which place was suitable for camping and which place was suitable for ambush were circled with vermilion, but the handwriting on the side was so familiar that it could no longer be familiar.

It is the handwriting of Ah Yu.

Only then did he suddenly remember that in this life, before Chu Fengge rushed to the territory, he had worked together with Ah Yu to make a map of Beihu. At that time, his memory was clearer, and Ah Yu consulted many classics, which was much stronger than his vague memory.

But I didn't want it to come in handy here.

He drew on the ground with a grass stalk, confirmed his position, shook his head, and said, "Your Highness, we are running wildly, but we are far from Lingbei." ”

Chu Fengge also leaned over to look at what he had drawn on the ground.

The horizontal and vertical are like ghost drawings, all of them are made by Wei Heming casually, and most of them only understand what they mean.

But Chu Fengge understood.

Just like when he was deducing the military situation in his previous life, Chu Fengge could always understand what kind of formation he had randomly planted on the sand table, and even a few messy handwriting on the paper could make this highness guess his intentions.

I don't know if it's because of his years of experience in playing against him, or because this man has been watching him for too long, and has eaten his habits to death.

Chu Fengge also took the grass stalk and scratched it twice, pointed to the silk cloth and said, "In this direction, you can go out in about three or four days." ”

Wei Heming looked at it for a long time and shook his head: "No, it's almost fast, but there is no water supply halfway, we can't last three or four days." ”

"Who said there is no water source?" Chu Fengge casually pointed to the silk cloth: "There is a tributary of a river here, there is no mark on the map, and probably no one knows about it." ”

Wei Heming was stunned for a moment, he really didn't know this water source: "This is the ...... in the previous life"

"No," Chu Fengge smiled, "Things from a few years ago." ”

Even if you have more memories of the previous life, it is not so easy to recover the old department in Lingbei and purge the army.

The water source was discovered by accident during a distress.

The things he experienced on this grassland, the blood he had stained, were far more than Wei Heming imagined.

It's like Su He's entourage before, and when he saw his knife, he shouted "Su Mu Hak".

Most of them were people who had been on the battlefield and escaped from his men.

He galloped on the grassland for several years, from himself to his relatives, he did not leave a living mouth, he was called a killing god by his own people, and was called a devil by the Hu people, most people can accurately describe his terrible, there are few people who know his appearance, and few people know that he is the Wenrui King of the Jing Dynasty.

Otherwise, he would not dare to communicate and trade with King Hu anonymously in the capital, let alone follow Wei Heming to Beihu in such a big way.

It's just these, Chu Fengge felt that it was okay not to say it.

Sir has never liked to kill.

Wei Heming observed his words and looks, seemed to understand something, and pursed his lips: "Then listen to Your Highness." ”

As he spoke, he used a knife to pierce a hole in the silk cloth, and the hole was at the location of the water source that Chu Fengge was pointing to.

"Your Highness is injured, so go to bed early. Wei Heming turned the bonfire and whispered. "I keep vigil for His Highness. ”

Chu Fengge didn't shirk either, and nodded.

There are many beasts on the grassland, and one of the two always has to keep vigil, and now he has an injury on his body, so it is better to heal the injury as soon as possible than to be reckless.

He closed his eyes, and soon his breathing became even and long.

Wei Heming stared at the bonfire, drew the grass stalks in his hands, and drew a picture of a chicken pecking rice on the ground.

The chick was chubby and laughed at the sight.

Wei Heming hooked the corners of his mouth, and added another chicken next to the group.

The two peck hairballs huddled together, looking much warmer.

Wei Heming glanced at Chu Fengge, who was already asleep, and couldn't help but move his buttocks closer to him.

Seeing that he didn't react, he squeezed again.

The distance between the two people was close, but Wei Heming was embarrassed to get any closer.

Looking at His Highness's soft sleeping face, he couldn't help but reach out and touch the beautiful tails of his eyes.

His Highness is obviously a very good-looking man.

His Highness is still asleep.

When these eyes are opened, people can't help but feel distressed.

Thinking about his previous words and deeds, Wei Heming didn't know whether his heart was sweeter or bitterer.