During her illness, when Alanyue was delirious due to the fever, she saw that the person who had been taking care of her was Zhao Litang, so she asked him, "General... have you... forgiven me... have you forgiven my brother..."
Zhao Litang reached out and stroked the fine hair on his forehead, "No."
That hatred cannot be let go, and it is impossible to let go.
"I just...hate myself."
However, Alan Yue had fallen asleep due to the effect of the medicine, and it was not known whether she heard the following words clearly.
After Alanyue's condition completely recovered, she looked forward to going out for a walk with Zhao Litang again.
Because he was afraid that if he waited until his brother came back, he would no longer have this opportunity.
Zhao Litang disagreed, "It just snowed heavily, it's cold outside, and you just recovered from a serious illness, you can't go out."
A Lanyue felt a little scared when he saw his cold face. He was very afraid that the general would be angry, so every time he spoke to the general, he was careful to please him and observe his words and expressions.
But today, he really wanted to go out.
Zhao Litang was standing beside the bed. A Lanyue walked up to him and looked at him timidly with some pleading in her eyes.
"General, can we just go for a while?" A Lanyue bravely pulled Zhao Litang's sleeve gently.
Zhao Litang lowered his eyes and looked at him. This was the first time that he took the initiative to get close to him. Normally, A Lanyue was always cautious and afraid of him, and had never made any requests.
Zhao Litang pondered for a while, and finally nodded. He stretched out his hand and shook his fingers. As expected, they were cold. "You must wear more clothes."
A Lanyue didn't expect the general to agree so quickly. He thought he would have to beg for a while longer. He was so happy that his eyes were smiling and he nodded heavily, "Yes!"
Someone opened the chains for Zhao Litang, and like last time, the two of them walked out of the tent one after the other.
It was a world of ice and snow outside, covered in white. The previous snowfall was heavy, and there was a thick layer of snow on the ground, which made a crackling sound when walking on it.
A Lanyue was wearing warm clothes and felt a little weak. After walking a few steps, she started coughing and then gasped slightly.
Zhao Litang stopped to wait for him, but when he saw that his little face was pale, he walked back.
"Are you okay?" Zhao Litang reached out and held his arm. "If you feel uncomfortable, go back."
"No... I don't feel uncomfortable anymore..." Alan Yue straightened up and smiled at Zhao Litang, "General... let's keep going."
Zhao Litang started walking again, still holding A Lanyue's arm without letting go.
The broad palm seemed to be able to transmit infinite heat, which warmed the whole body from the arm. Alan Yue no longer felt cold, and her steps became much lighter. She really didn't feel so uncomfortable anymore.
What he didn't know was that Zhao Litang was actually secretly transmitting his internal energy to him through his arms.
Zhao Litang suppressed the bloody taste that was rolling in his throat and remained calm and composed.
After walking around the various tents in the military camp, Zhao Litang took half a step outside, and was immediately surrounded by many barbarian soldiers, pointing their swords and spears at him.
Zhao Litang ignored her and continued walking out. His hand slowly slid down and finally held the little hand.
A Lan Yue was a little stunned, her palm was tightly wrapped by a dry and warm big hand, as if her long-frozen heart was taken out and soaked in warm water. Swirling bubbles emerged from the bottom of her heart, exploded and cracked in the sun and in the snow, spreading a sour and sweet smell, and crystal clear tears were swirling in her eyes.
He looked at Zhao Litang's back and just followed him, going wherever he took him.
The soldiers around became more vigilant. They surrounded the two men and forced them to walk more than ten meters away from the military camp. They did not dare to let them move forward and were about to draw their swords to force Zhao Litang to retreat.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Litang stopped by himself. He let go of A Lanyue's hand, jumped onto a high ground, looked into the distance, and then took a deep breath.
"Come." Zhao Litang stretched out his hand towards Alanyue.
Alan Yue looked up at him.
At this moment, there was a relaxed smile between his brows, and he stood in the vast expanse of white snow, as bright as the sun and the moon. He was shining alone, not stained by dust, and stood tall. He let the cold wind fill his arms, and looked only at Alan Yue with his lowered eyes, as if nothing in the world was worthy of his attention, and his heart and eyes were filled with only the person in front of him.
Alan Yue extended her hand.
Zhao Litang exerted a little force to pull him up to the higher ground, put one hand around his waist to hold him firmly, and then whispered, "Look."
A Lanyue looked over obediently, and was attracted by the beautiful scenery before her.
The world was quiet after the heavy snowfall. The mountains and rivers were covered with snow, and everything in nature became pure and flawless, all white and transparent, like a magnificent black and white landscape painting spread out in front of the two.
There was a light of amazement in A Lanyue's eyes. He had never seen such magnificent natural beauty before. For a moment, he forgot that he was in Zhao Litang's arms. He turned around excitedly and wanted to call Zhao Litang.
"Will… "
Zhao Litang kept leaning slightly behind his ear, not touching him, but keeping a very intimate distance. When A Lanyue turned her head, her lips touched his without any warning.
After bumping into a pair of deep and complex eyes, A Lanyue was surprised to realize what the warm and moist touch on his lips was. He widened his eyes slightly and took a step back abruptly. However, without Zhao Litang's support, he could not stand steadily here and was about to fall backwards.
Fortunately, the hand around his waist held him and pulled him back, and their separated lips were pressed tightly together again.
Alan Yue's cheeks were already flushed. Even though they had done the most intimate things before, a light kiss without lust could still make his heart skip a beat.
A Lanyue wanted to withdraw again, but a hand grabbed the back of his head, and then his lips and tongue were pried open, and a strong and domineering force penetrated his heart.
The soldiers surrounding him were dumbfounded, thinking that Zhao Litang would do something dangerous. But now it seems that they were worrying too much. Zhao Litang did not seem to want to escape at all. He just came out to see the scenery.
But it doesn’t seem so simple…
The soldiers didn't know whether to stare or not, so they just stood there stiffly, half looking and half not looking.
Zhao Litang let go of the person in his arms, carried him down from the high place, touched his cheek, and found it was very hot. He frowned slightly, and probed into his collar with his fingers. Fortunately, his body was not very hot, and it seemed that he was not feverish anymore.
Zhao Litang took his hand again and slowly walked back to the military camp.
After returning to the tent, Zhao Litang was chained again. He sat on the edge of the bed with his eyes slightly closed, not knowing what he was thinking about.
Although A Lanyue was also in the tent, she stayed far away from Zhao Litang and wanted to run to the door of the tent and stand there.
If nothing else, he was still embarrassed about what had just happened.
"If you want to leave, go ahead," Zhao Litang opened his eyes and stared at him, "Why are you standing so far away?"
Upon hearing this, A Lanyue thought that Zhao Litang wanted to drive him away, and looked at him with pitiful eyes.
Zhao Litang felt as if someone was gently scratching his heart, making it itchy and uncomfortable.
He patted the bed, "Come here."
A Lanyue moved towards the bed very slowly. The closer she got, the redder her cheeks became. When she finally reached the bed, she was as red as a ripe tomato, waiting to be picked.
Zhao Litang pulled him over and asked him to sit down beside him. He reached out and stroked his red face. His voice was a little hoarse, "You have been ill for five days."
Alan Yue nodded and responded softly, "Hmm..."
Zhao Litang couldn't stand his voice, so he moved closer to him and could smell a faint fragrance on him. He leaned down beside his ear and said, "Do you still feel uncomfortable?"
A Lanyue lowered her head even lower, saying nothing and not answering, she felt like her ear was about to burn.
There was a sudden wet and tingling touch on her earlobe. Alan Yue could not help but let out a soft moan. Then, she felt dizzy and was pressed into the quilt.
"Tell me, does it hurt? Huh?"
The eyes of the person under me seemed to be made of water and had long been covered with a layer of mist. The look in his eyes was like that of a bewildered little animal, not knowing what kind of storm he would face next. The mist and rain were so heartbreaking.
A Lanyue's body was still shaking unconsciously when she heard a deep and hoarse voice next to her ear.
"Don't be afraid," Zhao Litang said softly, "I won't let you feel any pain this time."
When A Lanyue woke up again, it was still dawn. He moved his body, feeling sore all over. He found himself tightly held in a strong embrace, unable to move at all. The strong chest behind him was pressed against his back, and the curves of their bodies fit perfectly.
However, the body behind him was covered with scars of varying depths.
A Lanyue put her hands behind her back and gently stroked Zhao Litang's body, revealing marks of whip wounds, knife scratches, and some injuries from unknown sharp weapons.
Every scar must have brought unbearable pain. I wonder how the general managed to survive with so many scars.
As Alan Yue thought about it, she was about to cry again.
The person behind him suddenly grabbed his hand, then pulled it in front of him and held it.
"Awake?" Zhao Litang kissed the back of his neck, and his other hand slipped into a certain place under the quilt. "Did it hurt last night?"
A Lanyue's body trembled, and she suddenly grabbed Zhao Litang's hand, biting her lip and shaking her head gently.
Although he cried last night, it was not because of the pain, but because of other feelings.
Before Zhao Litang stretched out his hand, he suddenly heard the cheers of many soldiers outside the tent.
He paused with his fingers, and Alan Yue bit the quilt tightly.
He heard the soldiers shouting:
"The Celestial Empire has been defeated! Immediately attack the capital! The outcome is decided! The barbarians will win!"