Wei Dongling looked up at the man in front of her. If she had the iron hairpin in hand, she could end his life on the spot. Alas, it was a miscalculation! There was no sharp weapon at hand. Even the scissors used for bandaging before had been taken away by the servants.
Looking at the man's sparse gray beard, Wei Dongling wondered secretly. Why did the Flying General have a firm abdomen with perfect abs and rather smooth skin on his neck, showing no sign of a middle - aged man? But his beard and rough hands seemed so out of place. Moreover, after she regained consciousness, although her clothes were in a mess, there was no sign of virgin blood. Wei Dongling even faintly felt that the Flying General hadn't touched her at all! Also, the tone when he said not to miss other men was so much like that scumbag!
Wei Dongling was greatly startled by her own thought. Her trembling hand slowly reached up to the man's beard.
The Flying General was awakened by this slight movement. He opened his eyes, flipped over and pinned Wei Dongling under him. His voice was hoarse and displeased. "You don't want to sleep, right? Then do you want to do something else?"
Wei Dongling was at a loss. With a mournful face, she cried out, "Can't I just sleep! Ah—" The man bit hard on her neck, and the pain made her scalp tingle.
With strict military discipline, most of the soldiers guarding outside the tent pretended not to hear such sounds. Only a few very young recruits blushed gradually.
After the sun was high in the sky, true to his word, the Flying General took Wei Dongling to see Shangguan Yun and Jingzhe who were in custody.
In the tent behind, Shangguan Yun in a cyan robe was tied up tightly. His face looked haggard, and there was still a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. It seemed that he had been harassed by the soldiers a lot last night. Wei Dongling felt heart - broken. She stepped forward, wanting to check his injuries carefully. But then she heard the Flying General cough slightly behind her. She had to silently withdraw the leg she had stepped out, but her eyes kept looking at him. Shangguan Yun smiled at her, indicating that he was fine.
Wei Dongling nodded. Only then did she notice that Jingzhe lying on the ground was still unconscious. She rushed forward clumsily without any scruples and opened Jingzhe's clothes to check the wound on his chest. She saw that someone had indeed applied medicine, but judging from the mark, the person who applied the medicine had done it carelessly and didn't even bother to bandage it properly, so the wound didn't show any sign of improvement. His forehead was extremely red. Wei Dongling reached out and touched it. His forehead was burning hot.
Wei Dongling was extremely anxious. She looked up at the Flying General and pleaded, "He has a fever! He needs to take medicine to get better! General, please do me a favor and call a military doctor to take a look! Just for my sake!"
The Flying General glanced at Wei Dongling squatting on the ground. Her bright eyes were as clear and clean as a little animal's, looking at him pitifully. The Flying General's heart was involuntarily touched.
Lieutenant Cui stepped forward and snorted, "Why waste medicine on a dying man?" Then he bowed to the Flying General and handed over a secret letter.
The Flying General took the letter, glanced at Lieutenant Cui, and ordered him, "This woman served me quite hard last night. I'm very satisfied. Call a military doctor and give her some medicine."
Lieutenant Cui was a bit puzzled but still took the order and left.
The Flying General unfolded the secret letter and just took one look. His face changed instantly. He crumpled the letter into a ball carelessly.
The military doctor came soon and began to feel Jingzhe's pulse for diagnosis. Wei Dongling applied the wound medicine to Jingzhe bit by bit, lowering her head and silently wiping away her tears with her sleeve.
The Flying General waved his hand impatiently. A servant came in and carried Wei Dongling out.
In the tent, when the Flying General entered with a food box in hand, he saw Wei Dongling sitting on the edge of the bed, hugging her knees and crying silently. He asked unpleasantly, "What? Are you feeling sorry for other men?"
Wei Dongling didn't answer. Her tears fell one by one.
The Flying General took out the bowls and chopsticks from the food box and arranged them neatly. He said in a low voice, "I've asked someone to decoct the medicine. He won't die. Come here and have something to eat!"
Wei Dongling glanced at him and gritted her teeth and asked, "Where did you go last night? Why are you injured?"
The Flying General sneered, "How can one fight on the battlefield without getting hurt? Is this injury worth shedding tears for?"
Wei Dongling roared, "You raided the Xue family's army last night?"
"So what if I did?"
Wei Dongling stared at him fiercely, her teeth grinding. Her look at him was like looking at a wild beast.
The Flying General smiled charmingly, "In last night's battle, the heads of three generals of the Xue family's army fell to the ground, and their blood spattered three feet on the spot."
Wei Dongling was extremely angry. She stepped forward and overturned the table. The bowls and dishes crashed to the ground and broke into pieces. She shouted, "Are you crazy?"
The Flying General looked at the bowls and chopsticks on the ground. He wasn't angry. He said softly, "Taking revenge makes me feel extremely happy."
Wei Dongling was in floods of tears. She was crying for herself. Even if the man in front of her was really Yu Zixi, with different beliefs, they could never go back to the past.
Wei Dongling's eyes were full of tears, and she sobbed uncontrollably.
The Flying General stepped forward and gently hugged her, soothing her in a soft voice, "Don't cry. It's my fault."
Wei Dongling's tears flowed even more fiercely. Eighty thousand soldiers of the Xue family's army were completely wiped out. What about Hanzhong City? What about the common people? How could he let so many innocent people be cannon fodder for his personal feud?
The Flying General lifted his ghost - face mask, and gentle kisses fell on Wei Dongling's cheeks, kissing away her hot tears again and again.
Wei Dongling gently pushed him away and slowly untied her belt. Her black clothes instantly slid off her shoulders.
The Flying General stared at Wei Dongling in front of him, stunned. Without saying a word, Wei Dongling gently kissed his lips and rubbed them back and forth.
It was the first time for the Flying General to see Wei Dongling so active, half - undressed and snuggling up to him. Although he was puzzled, the fire in his heart was instantly ignited. He hugged her slender waist and kissed her again and again.
Seeing his eyes turn red and gradually sink into passion, Wei Dongling took advantage of his inattention. She suddenly grabbed a piece of broken bowl and stabbed hard at the injured part of his waist under his soft armor.
When the Flying General sensed that Wei Dongling had malicious intentions, he tried to dodge, but it was too late. His wound burst open on the spot, and blood flowed like a river. He stared at Wei Dongling in front of him in disbelief. The severe pain in his waist made him slowly fall to the ground.
If he insisted on making Hanzhong City a desolate and tragic place with countless casualties, then let him be seriously injured and never recover, so that he couldn't even hold a knife for the rest of his life.
Wei Dongling quickly put on her clothes, picked up the crumpled secret letter on the ground, and unfolded it. There were two wrinkled words on it: "Attack the city".
Sure enough, as she had expected, the secret order received by the Iron Cavalry Army was to attack Hanzhong City next!
Sensing something strange in the tent, the guard at the door lifted the curtain and came in to check. He saw their general lying on the ground at a glance, and the ground was already covered in blood.
"Come quickly! The general has been assassinated!"
The Iron Cavalry Army was in chaos. A military doctor rushed in hurriedly and gently removed the soft armor from the Flying General. Suddenly, something slipped out of the Flying General's inner clothes. Wei Dongling looked down and saw that it was a terribly embroidered piggy - bank sachet.