Zi Mo was surprised, "You knew back then that I was secretly making you a fur hat?"
An Chen tilted his head and took a sip of tea. "I know. I saw how hard you were working, and I even wanted to sew it for you." He looked into Zi Mo's eyes. "Zi Mo, I know everything about you. You can't hide it from me."
Zi Mo narrowed her blue eyes slightly and said seriously, "I haven't hidden anything from you."
An Chen rested his hand on his forehead, smiling gently like the morning sun, "Zi Mo, do you want to come with me to the battlefield?"
Zi Mo said, "Wherever you go, I'll go."
An Chen wrapped the medicine powder in paper and said, "Zi Mo, after this, we'll go to Jinling, where flowers bloom like brocade. Then we'll live in seclusion there."
He remained silent for a long time, then said, "I owe the general a favor, so I'm repaying it to him this time."
Zi Mo asked, "What favor? You'll never set foot on the battlefield again after this?"
An Chen smiled and said, "I'll tell you slowly later."
Zi Mo placed the sewn robe on the stool, on which she carefully embroidered the words "Zi Mo". "But I think you are more suited to leading troops and deploying troops." She lowered her head slightly. "The first time I saw you, you... were a hero in my eyes."
A blush crept onto her fair face, adding to the young woman's shyness.
An Chen looked calmly at Zi Mo, "You'd rather stay in the camp?"
Zi Mo leaned closer to him and whispered, "No, I just want to be with you."
An Chen said, "Zi Mo, I can't agree to that this time."
It was already September, late autumn.
Red frosty leaves fluttered down, carpeting the ground, while fragrant grasses grew lush and abundant.
They set off for Yubu.
When they arrived at Yubu, smoke signals were already rising everywhere, and yellow sand swirled up the camp flags.
Another winter has arrived.
Zi Mo looked at the elegant young man beside her. He stood with his hands behind his back in the military tent, burning the midnight oil with the general.
He carefully arranged the pebbles on the ground to form a crescent moon formation.
The starlight shone in his eyes as he sat by the campfire, drinking and eating meat with his soldiers.
Someone, drunk, stumbled and pulled Zi Mo into his arms, his breath reeking of alcohol on her neck.
The man, half-asleep, touched her cheek and said, "Little beauty, I'll take good care of you."
Zi Mo's eyes darkened. She reached for the dagger at her waist and plunged it into his chest with lightning speed. Blood gushed out, staining her clothes red.
The man grunted, staring wide-eyed at her, "Witch..."
She frowned as she watched the person in front of her fall to the ground with a thud, and the camp descended into chaos.
She was tied up and brought before the general.
An Chen stood beside the general, pursing his lips and giving her a gentle, spring-like smile. An Chen had said: Zi Mo, I will not let you die.
The general gave her a cold glance and snorted, "It's her again."
An Chen spoke calmly, "General."
The general flicked his sleeve and swept the inkstone off the table. It slammed to the ground with a heavy, dull thud.
Before leaving, the general said to An Chen, "You owe me another favor."
An Chen walked up to Zi Mo and loosened the ropes binding her. She was still clutching the dagger tightly in her hand.
An Chen held her hand, pulled out the dagger, and said gently, "Zi Mo, when will you learn to rely on me?"
Zi Mo looked at him blankly. "An Chen, is there something I don't know?"
An Chen stroked her hair. "No. Do you know Tianhe?"
Zi Mo shook her head.
An Chen took her hand and led her out of the tent, pointing to the vast sky. "That's the Milky Way. There are many legends in the Central Plains about the Milky Way and about the moon."
Zi Mo looked at him and said, "Tell me one."
An Chen lifted the hem of his robe and sat down with her. The campfire crackled and popped. He held her hand to warm it. "I'll tell you about them one by one, one a day."
When Zi Mo got to this point, she chuckled softly, opened her eyes, and her blue pupils rippled with emotion.
The room was silent, the gauze curtains rose and fell, and in the darkness, her pale and weak skin could be vaguely seen.
She said, "But I only heard one story from him."
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Zi Mo's voice gradually faded. I got up, walked to her side, and removed the silver needles. (8 9 Literature Network)
She closed her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering slightly. "He's probably the best storyteller in the world. I wish I could listen to his stories for a lifetime."
I leaned over the table and asked her, "Really? I've never heard my master mention that..."
Zi Mo said, "Sometimes people who listen to stories are quite dull and don't realize that they might be in the story themselves."
Someone knocked on the door, and the door opened gently.