Quickly wear the fishing style beauty be again

Qin Zhuo'an didn't dare to touch his scarred hands, pointed at his heart, and said aggrievedly: "But it hurts to laugh, and I feel depressed and blocked..."

Yan Qingning struggled to sit up. The excessive movement directly caused the wound on his arm to burst again. The gauze and bandages wrapped around his body were once again soaked in scarlet blood.

Qin Zhuoan looked anxious and wanted to reach out and hold him down, but Yan Qingning held his face and kissed him.

For a moment, the outstretched hand forgot to retract it, and just stayed there blankly, letting Yan Qingning kiss him and trace the shape of his lips carefully.

His proud brain seemed to have shut down at this moment, and he just blinked mechanically to look at Yan Qingning, with a ripe crimson on the tips of his ears.

It was obvious that they had already done something more intimate, but his heartbeat would speed up and his face would turn red just because of a simple kiss.

"If this is all that comes to mind when I laugh in the future, will I still feel uncomfortable?" Yan Qingning's lips were still glistening. He stared at Qin Zhuo'an's face, and the mist in his light-colored eyes finally completely dissipated. Let the most true and intuitive love inside reveal itself.

"I won't feel uncomfortable anymore." The smile on Qin Zhuoan's face gradually deepened, and he pressed his fingertips on Yan Qingning's lips, touching his forehead: "As long as you smile, you will think of Aning, and you won't feel uncomfortable when you think of Aning. Already..."

He saw the love in Yan Qingning's eyes clearly, and excessive joy exploded in his mind, making him involuntarily raise the corners of his mouth and deepen his smile.

It turns out... he can also be loved.

"Now that our little emotions have been appeased, should we settle other accounts?" Yan Qingning had a hint of smile in his eyes, half leaning against the bed, staring at Qin Zhuo'an with a smile.

"But Aning needs to rest." Qin Zhuo'an suddenly avoided his gaze with a guilty conscience and dared not look at him with a face: "When Aning has rested, you can settle any number of accounts with me."

"That won't work." Yan Qingning stared at him with a smile, and touched the corner of Qin Zhuoan's clothes with his deformed left hand: "My memory is getting worse and worse now. If you don't settle accounts with me now, I will forget all these accounts in the future. It’s up to you who to talk to.”

"Then forget it."

He half-crouched beside the bed, with his head lowered, looking rather self-defeating.

Yan Qingning didn't really want to settle accounts with him. He leaned half on the bed and said in a clear voice, "Why did you abandon the soldiers today when the battle situation is unclear and the soldiers have not returned to camp?"

Qin Zhuoan pursed his lips but did not speak.

"Because of me?" Yan Qingning half-squinted his eyes, supported his head with the back of his hand and braced himself.

Qin Zhuoan didn't know how to give a reasonable answer, so he nodded slightly in response to Yan Qingning's question.

"Remember what I taught you before?"

Qin Zhuoan still squatted there without saying a word, deliberately turning his head to avoid Yan Qingning's overly direct gaze.

"As I said, you must know your responsibilities."

The familiar words that burned his heart rang out again. Qin Zhuoan was holding back his breath and wanted to cover his ears to pretend not to hear. He was also worried that Yan Qingning would be dissatisfied with his little actions, so he only dared to pinch his earlobes carefully. , pretending to cover his ears.

Yan Qingning looked at his childish and silly look and couldn't help laughing, "I told you, you are the leader of this era, you are the one who wants to end the turmoil.

You cannot and should not invest your emotions in only one person. Your emotions and your cherishment should be invested in the people who trust you and the soldiers who follow you.

I am just a dying person. You should dig out the remaining value of me and use it to benefit this era. "

This conversation was much more harmonious and gentle than the previous one. The only thing that remained unchanged was Qin Zhuoan's attitude.

He kept a straight face and said in a muffled voice: "You clearly know that I can't do it, I can't do it, and I can't just watch you die."

"Birth, old age, illness and death are human nature, there is nothing sad about it." He wanted to raise his hand to rub Qin Zhuo'an's head, but he couldn't use any strength on his arm, so he could only smile helplessly: "I just let my normal feelings appear. I have to go a little early and go to that world to help you explore the way. Once I find out clearly, I will wait for you there. When you come, I will lead you together."

Qin Zhuo'an didn't dare to hug him for fear of injuring his body. He only dared to lie on the edge of the bed and whispered the grievances in his heart: "Aning, why are you always so nice?"

"You are always so kind and gentle. It makes me feel that even disobeying you is heinous."

"So..." Yan Qingning rolled his eyes and asked a tricky question again: "When I and the people are together, which side are you going to choose?"

"Aning fouled." Qin Zhuo'an's stern face suddenly lost his majesty. He leaned over and touched the corner of Yan Qingning's clothes. He complained in a low voice and tried to change the topic elsewhere: "This has nothing to do with what I said before. How can it be? 'so'."

"I made it up." Yan Qingning said this seriously.

"..." Qin Zhuoan's mouth twitched, but he answered his tricky question: "I will not give up on you, but I will not give up on the people either."

"What if I could only choose one?"

"I will choose you unconditionally."

Yan Qingning shook his head and denied, "You shouldn't have chosen me. Your purpose is only to protect the people."

Qin Zhuo'an didn't speak, pursed his lips and sulked alone, and carefully changed the dressing on Yan Qingning's arm.

Yan Qingning knew his temperament, but did not continue the topic. He just leaned on the bed silently and asked him: "About explosives and tunnel trap maps, don't you have anything to ask me?"

Qin Zhuoan lowered his head, but his voice was still dull: "You asked us to bury explosives but didn't detonate them immediately because you wanted Jiang Qi's people to gather together as much as possible. You said you would send the tunnel trap map to Jiang Qi." All in hand."

"Although I'm not sure how it was sent, I know it's not easy for you."

"Aning..." He tightened his grip on Yan Qingning's clothes and prayed softly: "If it's possible, can you let me see you more?"

"Of course." Yan Qingning caught a glimpse of the black shadow suddenly flashing by the window. He closed his eyes slightly and said softly: "I saw a date cake seller in the southwest of Wencheng some time ago. I want to eat it, okay? ?”

"it is good……"

The feeling of uneasiness that kept rising in his heart was forced by him to suppress it, but he really couldn't see the hopeful look in Yan Qingning's shallow eyes, so he could only agree.

He just thought that no one could hurt Yan Qingning in his military camp anyway, but he forgot...

There will also be traitors in his camp.

Qin Zhuo'an drove to the southwest to buy jujube cakes, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and rushed back as fast as possible, fearing that something would happen to Yan Qingning.

However... when he arrived, Yan Qingning had long disappeared in the room, leaving only traces of bloody smell...

The jujube cake fell to the ground silently. He looked at the broken gold-rimmed glasses that had fallen to the ground, and carefully stroked the frame.

He was not a fool, so he could naturally see Yan Qingning's plan, but he still chose to fall into the trap because this was what Yan Qingning wanted.

But he was still lucky, always feeling that even if he did as Yan Qingning said, as long as he could come back, he could protect Yan Qingning and become a variable in the plan.

But he also knew clearly that how could a person as smart as Yan Qingning allow mistakes in his calculations?

The jujube cake was just an excuse for him to die, and he was the accomplice who sent him to die. The designated accomplice...