Jinjiang Literature City welcomes you at that time, perhaps because he was busy preparing for war in Jiangbei and hurried back to rescue the master, he had no time to take care of other trivial matters. In Gao Luoshen's memory, Li Mu was wearing blood-stained armor and left a messy beard that was about a long inch, covering half of his face.

The faint bloody smell and the deep eyes under the eyebrows were the deepest impression that the Yanzhou governor who came to save the city at that time left her.

But tonight, the man in front of him was completely different from what Gao Luoshen had imagined.

He was wearing a big black suit and a jade belt with his waist. The beard that covered his face disappeared. His face was clean. On the sides of his jaw, there was only a layer of faint stubble marks that were unique to adult men after shaving. The exposed jaw lines were clear and thin, with bright eyes, and his whole body looked energetic and handsome.

His temperaments are completely different from those of Lu Jianzhi, or the father and brother that Gao Luoshen were used to.

When Kamchi was alive, he was not only the best among the younger generation of gentry in Jiankang, but also the few military Jianye people.

His hands hold the romantic pen and the sword of killing.

However, even though he was involved in the military and had outstanding military achievements, Li Mu's murderous aura was missing from the body.

It has nothing to do with what to wear - this is a disturbing feeling of oppression that can only penetrate into the bones and blood by experiencing the sea of ​​corpses and drinking blood.

After he came in, he stood in front of her, staring at her, neither opening his mouth nor approaching.

Gao Luoshen knew that he had a beautiful face and a beautiful woman tonight.

It was her first time since she left Cambodia seven years ago, and she showed herself so much makeup.

The surroundings were a bit terrible. Gao Luoshen could even hear his breathing sounds.

For the first time in her life, she felt extremely nervous.

She finally plucked up the courage, raised her head and met his gaze.

After looking at him for a moment, she slowly bent her lips toward him and smiled.

He seemed to hesitate for a moment, his shoulders moved slightly, and then he stepped beside her.

If you wear thin clothes in this season, when the wind blows at night, Gao Luo's gods will still feel cold.

It must be because of drinking wine, but he seemed a little hot, and his thin sweat had already faintly penetrated his back.

"Can you change your clothes?"

After hesitating, Gao Luoshen asked in a low voice.

He raised his hand and, as soon as he was about to untie the belt that bound him on his waist, his arm suddenly paused and stopped in the air.

A slim hand reached towards his waist, and his fingertips rested on the buckle.

He looked at her.

She had stood up from the bed, her head was as big as his shoulders. She stood in front of him so much that she became more petite by him.

Her pair of feather eyelashes trembled slightly. She lowered her eyes and did not look at him.

However, after a brief hesitation, the jade hand unbuckled him and gently removed it from him.

He didn't move, but just lowered his head slightly, silently watched her continue to untidy himself, and then turned around obediently and raised his arms to facilitate her.

The outer clothes, the middle clothes. When the inner shirt on his body, which had been wet with sweat, was half removed, he felt the hand behind him, which was covering his back shoulders, which was stopped.

He waited for a moment, and finally felt the hand pulling away from his shoulders.

He slowly turned his head, saw her expression slightly stiff, and his eyes fell on his back with a steady look, as if he had seen the ugly thing in the world.

"Did I frighten you?"

His voice sounded dull and stiff.

On his back, several scars left by the old war were laid, all of which were quite shallow.

Especially the knife marks on the left shoulder that stretched to the back of the waist, the wound was so fierce that he almost killed him. Although he has healed now, the scar is still uneven, as if a blue and purple centipede had crawled, looking extremely ferocious.

Gao Luoshen raised his eyes and met his dark eyes. After a moment, he shook his head slightly.

"I'm thinking, is it still painful here now?"

She asked him softly.

There was no fear in those beautiful eyes. But the softness and pity that naturally emerged after being surprised.

The darkness in his eyes instantly dissipated.

"It won't hurt anymore."

He stared at her and said softly. His tone was extremely gentle, as if comforting her.

Gao Luoshen slowly let out a breath, turned around and took a clean underwear. Seeing that he had lost his sweaty clothes, his strong upper body was exposed, and his face couldn't help but feel a little hot. He didn't dare to look at it anymore, lowered his eyes slightly, and handed over the clothes.

He put it on his own and tied his clothes.

After this conversation, the initial distant between the two seemed to gradually disappear. Not only Gao Luoshen, but also Li Mu looked much more natural.

"Sima..." She paused and changed her words.

"…My husband saved me from danger before, but I have never had the opportunity to thank you. I hope it will not be too late to thank you at this moment."

"You'll be fine if you have nothing to do, why do you need to thank me?" He smiled slightly.

Or with the warm light of the red candle near him, his eyes at her looked so gentle.

The man in front of him is really different from the rumored Grand Sima who is ruthless and excludes dissidents, and is all about usurping the throne.

For such a short moment, she suddenly felt confused and became silent.

He seemed to notice her emotions, and stopped talking, just kept looking at her.

The brief ease that had been a moment ago between the two disappeared, and the atmosphere was stagnant again.

"You must be exhausted, please take a break soon."

He hesitated for a while, and finally spoke again, breaking the silence.

"I know you marry me not out of willingness. You don't have to worry. As long as you don't want to, I won't force you."

He said again, his tone was peaceful.

In Gao Luoshen's heart, a sense of shame suddenly arose as if someone had seen through his secrets.

She knew he was looking at her, so she turned her head, avoided her, turned her back to him, and slowly untied her coat.

The brocade tent fell, and the two of them lie on the pillow.

Her eyes closed and her cheeks flushed.

He approached carefully, tentatively, and gently untied her clothes.

The big hand that had killed countless people with the general's sword trembled slightly at this moment, so it was impossible to untie the belt several times.

The last time, when he finally asked him to untie his belt successfully, his hand was suddenly gently pressed by her hand.

"Langjun, will you move the tripod like Xu in the future?"

She slowly opened her eyes, turned her head, and stared at the man with undercurrents by the pillow.

Li Mu looked at her for a moment, pulled her hand back and sat up.

Gao Luoshen didn't know how he asked this rashly at such a moment.

She regretted it as soon as she said it.

She leaned down to the pillow and looked at the solemn man sitting up on the side, her heart beating violently.

After a long time, he didn't hear him speak.

She closed her eyes: "I said the wrong thing, my husband doesn't have to worry about it."

"Do you know my original intention of joining the army?"

He suddenly asked.

Gao Luoshen opened his eyes and saw him turn his head and look down at him.

She opened her eyes wide and did not move.

His eyes surround her delicate face and smiled.

"When I was ten years old, my fort was destroyed by the northern people. My father died in battle. Fortunately, a loyal guard guard, my mother was able to escape from death. I still remember the scene when my mother took me across the river. There were Hu soldiers chasing me on the north bank, and people were caught in the water from time to time. The fishing boats were small and crowded with people. The crying sounded loudly. A nearby ship was overturned by the waves in the middle of the river because there were too many people. The neighbors who fled with me struggled and shouted in the river, and were soon swept away by the waves and disappeared."

"When they were still in the north, they were always hoping that the emperor of Dayu could send troops to drive away the captives, so that they could worship their emperors, wear their own clothes, and cultivate their own land. After waiting for so many years, the army of Dayu did come, but after a turn, they left again, and could not see anything! Now, there is no place that can last place!"

"They just want to survive. They did not die from wars, escaped the pursuit of the Northern people, nor were they shot by arrows behind them. Now, as long as they cross this river, they can reach the Han people's own territory. Seeing that those were just ahead, they were hit by a wave, but they still couldn't survive..."

He paused.

"From that moment, I told myself that if I could make a name for myself in the future, I would have to launch a northern expedition, restore both capitals, let the captives return to their own territory, and let the Han family regain the land of their ancestors."

"More than twenty years have passed, and my original intention has never changed."

His tone was calm, as if he was telling things that had nothing to do with him.

"Since the transition from the south of Dayu, many heroes have emerged. Even the gentry of the high-ranking clans have many outstanding people who cannot lead the army to restore the Han family. Ling Zun is one of them. But do you know why Ming Gong failed several northern expeditions and ended in vain?"

Gao Luoshen sat up slowly.

"It is not that my southern soldiers are not brave and generals are not planning, but that their families are scheming and have their own scheming, and they take the battle between the door first. I don't want your Gao family to be the only one who has achieved great achievements in the Northern Expedition and has been constrained from many sides."

"Even the royal family of Xiao, I am afraid that the Ming Gong will succeed in the northern expedition. After Xiao's transiting south, he was in Jiangzuo. Since he had no intention of the old capital, how could he want to see his ministers and make great contributions and overwhelm the royal family?"
To be continued...