She first laid the quilt on the round low table, then folded up the camp bed, put the quilt on the folded camp bed, blew out the candles, kicked open the curtain on her side with her legs, and walked towards him, and when she reached the outside of his tent, she felt that her heart was beating a little hard.

After taking a breath, she pushed her arm against his curtain and walked inside.

When I got to him, I looked at the bed first.

I saw that he was closing his eyes, and I didn't know if he was asleep or awake.

She placed her futon on a log bench in front of his bed and began to unfold the marching bed.

The camp bed was so convenient that when folded the size of a wooden box, it could be folded to accommodate a tall man.

She intended to keep the bed as far away from his bed as possible.

The farthest point in the tent from his bed was the curtain, and she couldn't put it at the curtain, so she had to put her bed perpendicular to him, and his bed was in a north-south direction, and his head was facing south, and his feet were facing north, and she put the bed in an east-west direction. Keep your head facing west and your feet facing east.

After setting the bed, she saw that his eyes were still closed, so she walked to his bedside.

She wanted to see how his pulse was.

She had seen patients who had hemorrhaged profusely for a few days and then suddenly had an accident.

So, on this day, I have to pay attention to his pulse from time to time.

When she walked to the front and back of his bed, she saw that his hand was on the edge of the bed, so she took his wrist and lifted it.

Before he could feel the beating of his pulse, he felt his hand trying to withdraw from his hand.

It turned out that he was awake.

She said: "Master Lu, this doctor is just acting as a qualified doctor, and I also ask Master Lu to act as a qualified patient." ”

He replied with a low breath: "You just have to be your own doctor." ”

The implication is to rest on others.

As soon as Aoeda wanted to return to him, he heard a soft cough coming from the tent to the south.

She realized that the tent was also poorly insulated.

Especially now that it's nightfall.

I swallowed back what I wanted to say.

It seems that in such an environment, it is better to be a mute.

Otherwise, the soldiers in the nearby tent would definitely hear that they had an unusual relationship with Lu Shikang.

Since he refused to take his pulse himself, let's wait until he falls asleep.

She came to her bed, lifted the quilt and lay down.

The night was exceptionally quiet, and you could clearly hear the chirping of insects and the sound of the wind hitting the tents.

The coughing of soldiers not far away can also be heard.

Occasionally, the footsteps of patrolling soldiers can be heard passing by the tents.

She guessed they were probably on patrol alternates throughout the night.

And when the space is reduced to this tent, all you can hear is the sound of your own breathing, and the sound of his breathing.

She turned to her side, facing the tarpaulin of the tent and closed her eyes.

I thought to myself that this was about the most estranged moment between the two of them since I met him.

For a moment, I couldn't tell what it was like in my heart.

While he was thinking about it, he heard a low conversation coming from the tent to the north.

A hoarse voice said, "Tetsusan, have you written a letter home?" ”

Another voice replied, "No." Wait until the battle is over to write. "He should be the triathlon, and his voice sounds clearer.

The low voice just now said, "What if you can't write it again after the battle?" ”

Then a third, completely different voice replied, "Don't talk nonsense before the war." ”

The hoarse voice added, "I can't tell. I've already written a letter to my family, and even if it's the last one, I'm going to write it. ”

At this time, the man's completely different voice just now said: "Look, everything you say is unlucky. ”

The hoarse voice added, "Even if what I say is auspicious, who can guarantee that we will be safe?" Since you can live one day at a time, why not cherish the days when you can still write letters to your family? ”

The voice of Tie San who he asked just now sounded again: "It's not that I don't want to write a letter, but I don't dare to write it, I'm afraid that what I write will be the last letter." ”

No one spoke, but there was a sigh, and I don't know which one came from.

Hearing their conversation, Qingzhi couldn't help but feel a little confused, this was the first time she experienced the life of the barracks in person.

When a person is immersed in the scene, he can truly experience the panic of the fighters who are about to play.

And she also found another point, that is, the sound insulation of the tent is really poor.

It's not half a bit.

I don't know how long it took, the candles in the tent gradually went out, and she didn't know if Lu Shikang fell asleep, so she got up.

There was a moon to-night, so there was still a little outline in the tent, and she put on her shoes and went to the front of his bed, and when she saw that his eyes were still closed, she took the wrist of his hand that was on the edge of the bed.

This time he may have fallen asleep, but she didn't see any movement from him anyway, but she carefully sensed his pulse and found that his pulse was still very weak.

Looks like I'm going to wake up a few times tonight, and I'll give him a few more times.

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This night was a night of inner turmoil for Zhou Jing.

Her father's first seven days had passed, and early this morning she led her troops to Lixia City, where Prince Xiao was located.

My father's subordinates responded to him because of his father's murder, and everyone wanted to contribute their own strength to the revenge of their former subordinates.

If they still had some selfishness when they decided to rebel with Zhou Peng at the beginning, now they are just going to help Zhou Jing go to the soup.

Because of her vengeance, the troops should have set up camp when they had walked forty kilometers, but she insisted on letting them go ten kilometers more.

What bothers her now is that Qi Lian, the best general under her father, seems to be quite dissatisfied with Zheng Hangsu.

And the reason why Qi Lian was dissatisfied with Zheng Hangsu, she could vaguely guess some.

My father wanted to marry Qi Lian half a year ago, but after my father asked his opinion, he told his father that he was still young and didn't want to get married, so he dismissed the matter.

But this Qi Lian obviously did not give up.

He has probably seen that he has a little heart for Zheng Hangsu, so openly and secretly, he always wants to demean Zheng Hangsu.

Whenever this happens, Zheng Hangsu shows a gentlemanly demeanor, just smiling coldly and not arguing with him.

The contrast in the attitudes of these two made her fall in love with Zheng Hangsu even more.

However, she understands that she must also win over Qi Lian for her own use.

Because of this, she showed a certain kind attitude towards Qi Lian, she knew that this might make Qi Lian misunderstand her, but, even so, she could only admit it.

Now she needs to pull together all the power she can.

Because of this, she also showed a close but not close attitude towards Zheng Hangsu, with the intention of not provoking Qi Lian's jealousy.

Lying on the marching bed in the tent, thinking that she would arrive in Lixia City in a few days, she trembled slightly in the depths of her heart.

That's because the flame of hatred burns too hard in the heart.