Sick Man Turns Out to be a General

After nightfall, Jin Ling was still bustling with noise and excitement. On the stage on the east street, there was the banner of a martial arts competition. A middle-aged man with an enchanting posture commanded a group of servants in brown clothing to decorate the stage.    

    

Below the stage, a middle-aged man dressed as a housekeeper continuously shouted as he walked past a crowd of passersby to register. Upon hearing his shout, many people in the audience gathered around and watched with high spirits.    

    

"Fathers and elders, the annual competition of Jinling City is about to begin. This year's champion of the competition will receive a hundred gold taels, you did not hear wrong, it's a hundred gold taels …" The middle-aged butler shouted at the top of his lungs, "Don't miss out on the interesting warriors. Hurry up and register …"    

    

All the commoners who passed by were attracted by the huge amount of money. Regardless of whether they signed up or not, they all gathered around. As for the young warriors who had strength, they rubbed their hands together and enthusiastically signed up, waiting for the opportunity to show their prowess.    

    

Shen Jingli and Qing Sheng brought a few children and reserved a room on the second floor of the opposite restaurant. They watched from a high vantage point and waited for it to start.    

    

Yang Ningxin enthusiastically laid next to the window, a candied fruit in her hand. As she ate, he commented on the people below, "Wa, sister-in-law, quickly look, that host is like the prince turtle in the brothel, with demonic Qi inside …"    

    

"Have you seen Master Gui?" Yang Ningtian asked.    

    

"…"    

    

Would he be able to be a good brother or sister? If he had to say it, would he just say it?    

    

Yang Ningxin looked at Yang Ningtian with an aggrieved expression, she snorted and continued to look at the situation, the line was growing larger and larger, some of the people even picked up their weapons and started to use their skills.    

    

Yang Ningxin watched the scene with relish, her eyes brimming with vigor, appreciating the handsome man lined up below.    

    

"Wow, handsome brother …" she cried, raising the candied fruit in her hand.    

    

"Where's the handsome guy?" Shen Yue'er also rushed forward, his face full of interest as he followed Yang Ningxin's gaze. After finding him, he cheered like Yang Ningxin.    

    

"Puff …" Shen Jingli was so excited that he spat out water. He had been together with Yang Ningxin for a long time now, and the originally conservative and reserved Shen Yue'er also started to act carefree. He did not know if this was a good thing or a bad thing.    

    

The two of them were infatuated with each other for a while before Yang Ningxin turned back and asked, "Cousin Jin, don't you want to go and try? The prize money for the championship is one hundred gold taels, which is even more than Big Cousin Lu's salary for half a year. "    

    

Mu Jin took a bun from the table to gnaw on it. Hearing his words, he disdainfully rolled his eyes, if it was before, he would definitely be the first one to sign up for the competition as a 100 taels of gold. But now, it was really not attractive to him at all.    

    

"Are you sure you're not going?" Yang Ningxin continued, "Perhaps he could even be chosen by a certain young miss, and taken as her son-in-law."    

    

He had no interest in his son-in-law at all.    

    

Seeing him like that, Yang Ningxin felt that it was a little boring and continued to look at the situation below.    

    

On the second floor of the stage, the window suddenly opened, and a young lady dressed in pink maidservant clothing stuck her head out to take a look. It was unknown what she saw that was interesting, but she suddenly laughed like a blossoming flower.    

    

"Sister, the window on the second floor opposite us has opened. I saw a cute little maidservant and I think there must be some young miss from a rich family up there who is stealing glances at me, wanting to choose a husband for this competition."    

    

She'd never seen a Groom Search Competition before.    

    

"Sixth Brother, do you want to give it a try?" "Although you are a double, you can still get married." Yang Ningxin asked.    

    

Take a wife?    

    

Yang Ningtian was immediately confused. What kind of stupid thing was his silly little sister saying? He's so young, what kind of wife does he have?    

    

"If you like, you can try it yourself." If you want him to go, you might as well dream.    

    

"I'm not Zhexiu." She shook her head, indicating that she didn't have the habit.    

    

Mu Jin looked at them for a while before getting up and saying to Shen Jingli: "Sister-in-law, I'll take Xun Er out to play. I'll come back later to look for you two."    

    

"Let Big Ji Da Lee follow and watch him closely. Don't let him run around." Shen Jingli warned.    

    

"I know, I definitely won't lose him." Mu Jin promised, and then took Xun Er and Huaixin out the door, followed by Da Ji Da Lee and Chang Zai.    

    

"Cousin, I'll go with you." Yang Ningtian was bored, but when he heard that Mu Jin was going out to play, he hurriedly followed him.    

    

"I'll go too." Mu Xi quickly followed, afraid that he would be left behind.    

    

The group of people left in a grandiose manner, leaving only Shen Jingli and the rest of the six people in the private box.    

    

Not long after they left, Mu Yifann came over to find Qing Sheng and bring him to stroll the night market together with his. It had been a long time since their husband had been together.    

    

Shen Jingli stood at the window side, seeing them leave hand in hand, talking and laughing, his heart tensed up, and suddenly missed Mu Chen a lot.    

    

He stretched out his hand to touch the warm jade on his neck. The warm jade emitted warmth, but could not resist the chilliness brought about by deep longing.    

    

He pursed his lips and suddenly decided to take a walk as well.    

    

"Look, look, what a handsome guy with a beautiful appearance …" Yang Ningxin suddenly shouted, and pulled Shen Yue'er and Jin Yu to have a look.    

    

Shen Yue'er and Yang Ningxin were both very interested in the competition. They laid by the window and watched the competition excitedly, and commented on everything that was happening from time to time.    

    

Shen Jingli looked at them for a moment, then said to Jin Yu: "I will go out for a walk, you stay here to take care of them, if you encounter any problems, go outside to look for Old Zhang."    

    

"Madam …"    

    

"I'll take you along." Shen Jingli interrupted her and waved his hand at Nian Hua.    

    

Seeing that he had brought her men, Jin Yu did not say anything more. Instead, she instructed Nian Hua to take good care of him, so that no one would offend him. The youth then carried a lantern and followed Shen Jingli out of the restaurant.    

    

The bazaar was very lively. Every house had a light burning in front of them, and there was even wine sprinkled on top of their doors.    

    

Nian Hua carried a lantern and followed behind Shen Jingli, looking around excitedly.    

    

There were even more people on the streets than during the day. All of them were beaming with happiness, and when they were illuminated by the bright red lights, their faces were filled with an even more joyous expression.    

    

The men and women laughed and laughed and hung around the stalls. There were even more naughty children playing with lanterns in the crowd. Their laughter was lost in the bustling crowd.    

    

Shen Jingli followed the crowd as he walked. Looking at the happy smile on the unfamiliar face, he suddenly felt cold and lonely, cold to the point that his back was cold.    

    

Nian Hua carefully guarded him, not allowing him to be touched or hit. He did not notice the increasingly cold expression on his face.    

    

They arrived at an arched bridge, and a clear river flowed beneath the bridge. Microwave waves rippled across the surface of the river as small boats came and went.    

    

Shen Jingli stood on the bridge and looked at the elegant scholar who was standing on the small boat. He could not help but smile, and then he felt even more lonely.    

    

After three years, this was the second time he had been separated from Mu Chen for so long. The more they parted, the more he missed her, the more the longing in his heart fermented bit by bit. Only then did he know that if it wasn't for this person, he might not have been able to persevere through these three years.    

    

Whether it was lustful for beauty or longing for warmth, there had to be a person in order to have the motivation to live well in this foreign world.    

    

From afar, he heard a sound. He raised his head and saw a firework exploding in the air. It was beautiful and gorgeous, but it soon dissipated.    

    

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed. Lowering his head, he saw a man in green clothing standing on a small boat under the bridge. He had his hands behind his back, standing tall like a pine tree.    

    

He saw his lips move and gently spat out a few words: Jinglee.    

    

Shen Jingli heard it and laughed.    

    

— —    

    

The red candle swayed, and two figures could be seen entangled within the green curtain. Mu Chen leaned on the bed and reached out his hand to tease Shen Jingli with his thick black hair.    

    

Shen Jingli leaned on Mu Chen's chest and did not speak. The robust and powerful heartbeat told him that all of this was reality and that this person had truly returned, and not just because of his dream.    

    

"Jinglee." Mu Chen said as he reached out and caressed his stomach. His eyes that seemed to see the bottom of a deep pool flashed with a gentle light, "I'm back!"    

    

I'm back.    

    

What a beautiful word.    

    

Shen Jingli raised his head, looking at his mouth that was opening and closing, he spat out these words. Suddenly, he felt pain in his chest, as though it was filled to the brim with something, like it was about to explode.    

    

He buried himself in Mu Chen's embrace, and suddenly started crying uncontrollably.    

    

"Jinglee, don't cry." Mu Chen lifted his chin and helped him wipe his tears.    

    

"I'm not crying." He refused to admit it.    

    

He was just glad he was back, not crying.    

    

"Yes, you didn't cry." Mu Chen smiled as he reached out to stroke his eyes, nose, and mouth. Her eyes were filled with nostalgia and love, and then, with incomparable gentleness, he said, "Jinglee, I missed you very much."    

    

Shen Jingli stared at him in a daze. His tears suddenly flowed down his face continuously, like a flood that had burst a dike.    

    

"Jinglee, don't cry." Mu Chen was anxious, he extended her hand to wipe his tears, but Shen Jingli suddenly grabbed his hand and moved closer, kissing his chin, "Fourteen, you're back, it's so nice."    

    

That's right! He had returned, the person he had been waiting for had finally returned.    

    

Mu Chen caressed his back gently, lowered his head, took his lips in, and kissed him urgently and enthusiastically.    

    

Shen Jingli followed suit and laid on the bed, replying to him, but he did not forget to remind him anxiously, "Be careful, don't hurt the child."    

    

Mu Chen smiled playfully, lowered his head and bit Shen Jingli's ear, teasing: "Does Jinglee want it that much?"    

    

Hearing his teasing, Shen Jingli did not feel embarrassed, but raised her leg and rubbed against his waist, luring him: "You don't want it?"    

    

Endure, endure, see how long you can endure?    

    

Mu Chen felt his entire body releasing heat, and then a small flame appeared in his eyes, the fire burning even brighter, as though it was going to swallow Shen Jingli whole.    

    

Shen Jingli laughed. He liked to see Mu Shisi in such a state, with only him in his heart and eyes. Although his entire body was set on fire, he still restrained himself and did not allow himself to get anxious for fear of hurting him.    

    

"Fourteen, when you're free, I'll tell you a story." He decided to tell him everything.