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But when he knew that Zong Luo, regardless of his identity as a crown prince, sought to go to the front line, he impulsively asked Emperor Yuan for a quota to come and follow.

As soon as the words came out, Pei Qianxue realized that he had overstepped.

He is the sharpest knife in the hands of His Majesty, and if he wants to see blood, how can he leave?

But Pei Qianxue still said so, and he didn’t feel much regret in his heart.

He didn’t know why, but he had a very bad premonition. It seemed that if he didn’t go to the front line with Jin Yu this time, he would never have any chance again.

Behind the Mian Diao, those sharp and deep eyes looked at him for a long time, until Pei Qianxue could hardly stand, then he slowly said, “Well, you go, those people will probably be faster.”

“Zhen approves, go early and return early.”

Pei Qianxue secretly breathed a sigh of relief, quickly packed up his luggage, and followed all the way.

Zong Luo looked up at the sky. “Since Prime Minister Pei is here, let’s rest here for another day and set off at full speed tomorrow.”

“Yes!”

The other generals all took their orders and left.

Although it was a rest in place, they couldn’t do nothing. Those who needed to clean the horse gear cleaned the horse gear, those who needed to polish the weapons polished the weapons, and those who needed to pack things packed things. The whole camp was bustling, and even exceptionally allowed to catch up on sleep, as they would have to march from early morning to night the next day.

The conditions of marching were harsh, and it’s not always possible to have hot food. Today, they prepared more cold food like cakes, so they could eat on the road tomorrow without delaying the journey. (TL: not really cakes but something shaped like a cake or pie)

Soon, the well-trained cavalry quickly set up another camp.

Zong Luo took Pei Qianxue in, somewhat apologetic. “They didn’t expect there would be more people when they came from the Imperial City, so I can only ask you to stay here first.”

“It’s okay.” Obviously, Pei Qianxue was not a person who cared about these things. “By the way, why didn’t I see the King of Beining?”

Pei Qianxue was originally a nodding acquaintance to this vassal king, but that ambiguous dream really had a big impact. In the dream, there were not only true and false princes, but also ruthless backstabbing, the object of which was the loyal former master, ascending to the throne, so he couldn’t help but pay attention.

Zong Luo said lightly. “I don’t know, he hasn’t come back since he went out yesterday.”

Since it was an irrelevant person, Pei Qianxue didn’t inquire further.

After saluting, he walked out of the camp with Zong Luo.

Just then, a black dot suddenly flew across the sky.

Upon closer inspection, it was the ugly goshawk that liked to follow Yu Beizhou.

Since the goshawk was here, Yu Beizhou must still be nearby and had not left.

As Zong Luo was pondering, he suddenly heard Pei Qianxue’s voice. “Excuse me.”

Just as Zong Luo was puzzled, he suddenly felt someone approaching him from behind.

Then, a pair of slightly cold hands gently touched his back, lifting his silver-white hair in a very gentle manner.

A slightly cold and pleasant voice came from behind. “Jin Yu, your hair is messy. Let me comb it for you.”

“Ah, oh.” Zong Luo said somewhat unnaturally. “Okay.”

On weekdays, when it came to combing hair, Zong Luo just casually tied it with a hair band.

The Great Yuan didn’t have many requirements for hairstyles, and it’s not necessary to wear a crown or official hat. For example, Yu Beizhou let his hair grow freely every day, except for trimming. Zong Luo usually just casually tied a ponytail at the back of his head.

It was the same when he was in the Imperial City, he wasn’t used to others serving him to dress and wash, he usually did it himself. But it’s just tying hair, and in the army, when conditions were difficult, they bathed in the open air, so Zong Luo naturally wouldn’t think too much.

However, Pei Qianxue’s posture was too serious and too slow, his fingertips became a comb, slowly sliding down from the roots of his hair, as if he was on a pilgrimage. From a distance, one green and one white were intimately nestled together, which could be called crossing the line.

“Is it done?” Zong Luo asked.

Hearing him ask, Pei Qianxue finally tied a knot on the hair band, letting the extremely smooth moonlight flow from his hands without a trace. “Done.”

Feeling the extremely close breath move away from his back, Zong Luo secretly breathed a sigh of relief. People who practice martial arts were not used to others being so close, especially standing behind them.

This was just a normal interlude.

A moment later, Zong Luo said goodbye to Pei Qianxue and returned to his own tent.

The moment he stepped into the tent, he noticed that there was someone inside.

In a flash, he caught a glimpse of a deep crimson in the corner of his eye.

Then, he was suddenly thrown onto the table.

Zong Luo just reacted. “You–”

But before he could say anything, he was trapped by a scorching arm.

Someone grabbed his jaw, with enough force to make one’s teeth ache, and kissed him madly.