Li Xuanzhu (receiving) × Gu Min (attacking)
The White-Faced and Weak Imperial Master×The Wolf-Dog Prince
This article is also known as "I am green/jealous of myself"
The article is a flashback and interlude, and the copy shows a very small fragment of the past, which is also a test of the writing.
The lonely smoke in the desert, the sound of horns coming from far and near.
Before the general could take off his bloody armor, he opened a tent and rushed in.
There is a strong and pungent medicinal fragrance everywhere.
People who practice martial arts have sensitive five senses, but...
The general sniffed hard for something, but could no longer smell the scent of soap locust that he was longing for. Only the cough that kept ringing in his ears shook his mind.
His chest felt tight.
In the camp, when the military advisor saw the general's impatience, he couldn't help but curl his lips and smile, which gave his pale face a brighter look.
"Why is the general so impatient? If you hide something from me, I..."
"Stop talking!" The general took a step forward and rushed to the military advisor's bed. He wanted to rush forward, but in the end his knees weakened and he knelt down in front of him. His shoulders were shaking and he muttered: "Stop talking..."
Seeing this, the military advisor sighed and managed to hold up his thin body. The outline of his shoulder blades suddenly became more obvious. He pressed the general's head into his arms, stroked the man's frizzy hair, and whispered, "I won't stop you."
When the general heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief. He was about to say something, but he heard the man laugh briefly, which made his soul tremble.
"But General, it is better to die on my bed than to lie drunk on the battlefield."
Purpose: What should we do if the emperor dies irresponsibly?