The flowers bloomed two and one for each branch, and put down Zhao Erzhu and Wei Changhe who covered their mouths and laughed, and said that Watanabe Murakami received the drawing from Bai Qiming.

The two black shadows staggered from the grove to the headquarters of the Ninth Division of the Southwest Front.

"Hurry, hurry, the commander of the Express Division." One person at the sentry post at the gate hurriedly went to report to Watanabe Murakami, and the remaining few people hurriedly helped the two up and went to bandage.

"Report to the division, the two who went to the streets of the grove are back." The guards report to Watanabe Murakami.

"Where are the people?" Watanabe Murakami is always writing calligraphy, and Okamoto is always standing behind Watanabe Murakami. (I feel very helpless about this, whether there is something wrong with the two of them, I really don't know the way, I don't blame me.) "I'm going to be treated in the infirmary." ”

"Let them come to me." The guards hurried out. After a while, the guard returned with a man covered in bandages.

"Divisional Seat." The man was covered in bandages, but he managed to straighten his body.

"Why are you alone, that person?"

"Back to the division, we encountered the enemy when we received the information, and the other person lost too much blood, and when he came back just now, he was loyal to the emperor." Said the guard.

"His Majesty the Emperor will be proud of him." Watanabe Murakami looked solemn and saluted the soldier. The soldier returned the salute.

"Shi Tuanzuo, this is the information sent back by Miss Bai Ju." The soldier took the paper bag that Bai Qiming handed him from his arms and handed it to Watanabe Murakami. Watanabe Murakami took the paper bag with both hands, "You guys have worked hard. Please go down and rest. ”

The soldier and the guard retreated, leaving Watanabe Murakami and Okamoto in the house.

"Division, this is what they call 'trench planning'?" Okamoto pointed to the picture that Watanabe Murakami had opened, "It looks like this is a picture." ”

"That's their 'trench plan,' but I don't think it's all about it."

cough cough cough, this drawing has been delivered, we don't care how Watanabe Murakami studies this map, let's go back and talk about Bai Qiming and Bai Na.

"Brother Bai, how are you? Does it matter? Bai Na sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Bai Qiming lying on the bed with bandages wrapped around her arms with distressed expressions. How did it come to this? ”

"It's fine." Bai Qiming looked at Bai Na with hot eyes. "I met two little thieves and was accidentally injured by them."

"Brother Bai, you, don't look at me like this." Bai Na lowered her head, and her voice became lower and lower. Bai Qiming sighed, habitually wanting to scratch his head with his hands, but he didn't expect to involve the wound, and took a sharp breath.

"What's wrong? Does it hurt? Bai Na looked nervous.

"I'm fine."

"Scared me to death, Big Brother Bai." Bai Na's face blushed, grabbed a bell in her hand, and shook the "jingle bell" three times.

"Master." Bai Qiming's eyes flashed with blood again, and he struggled to sit up.

"Don't get up, lie down and talk back." Bai Na turned that shyness into coldness in an instant.

"Yes, master."

"Did you get something?"

"It's been delivered."

"Just send it."

"What's wrong with your injuries?"

"Back to the master. As soon as I handed over my things to the two Imperial Agents, they discovered me, so I pretended to fight them so as not to reveal my identity too soon, and let them shoot me. ”

"You did a good job, and I will avenge you as soon as possible."

(Onmyoji hasn't left yet, I'm still busy today during the day and night, and I'm depressed. Ask for a collection.)