He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 229 The Marquis Has No Clever Heart 6

Outside the camp, the sky was as dark as ink, dotted with stars, while inside, candlelight flickered.

The teacup fell to the ground with a dull thud. Wen Yan bent down to pick up the teacup, which had rolled a few times on the floor, and said with a smile, "Sir, be careful. The tea has soaked the bedding and you'll catch a cold."

Liang Jinglan glanced to the left at her uncle, who was sitting on the couch as if the sky had fallen, and to the right at Wen Yan, who was leisurely picking up teacups.

Her expression was calm and composed. Her slender, pale fingers hooked the teacup, and her thin lips were pale in color. The small movement caused her to cough a few times. Her hair, which was tied up high, fell down and drooped beside her snow-white neck, which was covered by a fur coat. The coughing made her neck tremble several times.

Liang Jinglan frowned, took a large step, and helped Wen Yan up to sit on the military chair:

“Brother Yuanjun, you’re doing the same thing. I’m standing right here, why would I need you to do such rough work? Picking up a cup is something I can do myself.”

After saying that, he took the cup from Wen Yan's hand, turned around and placed it on the table, and smoothly picked up the teapot to pour tea.

After thinking for a moment, she picked up the corner of her clothes and wiped herself. A moment later, she handed a steaming cup of tea to Wen Yan.

Wen Yan accepted it, a slight smile playing on her lips: "Thank you."

Taking advantage of a moment while sipping tea, she gave her husband a slight, foxy smile.

The gentleman is numb.

Or rather, he was completely numb from the moment he saw Liang Jinglan enter and became intensely focused on studying the subject.

He cleared his throat: "Jinglan, are the frontline military affairs handled properly?"

Liang Jinglan snapped out of her careful study and immediately felt a headache coming on: "We still don't know the best way to deal with the prisoners of war."

Although he was replying to Mr. Wen Yan, he still held his hand beside her, waiting for her to finish her tea before getting up to refill her cup with hot tea.

The gentleman's eyes twitched as he looked on. "The Lord can handle such a small matter as adding tea himself, or at the very least, just arrange for someone else. Lord Marquis, you should discuss military affairs first."

Liang Jinglan waved his hand: "It's nothing, just a small favor. Besides, I can talk to my uncle even if I go to refill the tea, it's the same."

"Moreover, Brother Yuanjun is in poor health, so I should take care of him. This is not what you said, Uncle, about being lenient with subordinates."

gentlemen:……

I'm teaching you to be kind to your subordinates, but first of all, your subordinates must not have any ulterior motives towards you!

Good nephew, look back at your dear brother Yuanjun's treacherous face. She can lure you back to her den with just a flick of her fox tail.

Wen Yan hugged her gray-white fur coat tighter, placed her hand beside the fire, her watery eyes shimmering, her thin lips slightly curved, and the dim light and shadow flickering in her eyes.

It was thanks to her sickly health that Liang Jinglan subconsciously became more cautious and unconsciously cared for her.

Liang Jinglan was physically strong. He rode his horse wildly in the north wind, wielding his spear and sword with great freedom. He had grown up in the military camp, surrounded by tough guys. None of them were as unruly as Wen Yan, who couldn't handle strong winds or go too far, and could only drink steaming hot water.

Her precious appearance left Liang Jinglan in awe.

So when they first met, he wished he could stay as far away from Wen Yan as possible, so as not to offend his uncle's precious disciple and incur his scolding.

But during the time my uncle was in a coma, everything seemed to change.

She was still sickly, panting after every two steps and coughing after every three. She would even feel dizzy if the wind blew on her, but she was neither delicate nor precious.

She risked her life to rush to the front lines, surviving on several bowls of bitter medicine every day to plan, defend Xuguan Pass to annihilate the Xiongnu, boost morale, direct subsequent military affairs, and oversee the defense layout of Xushan. Her presence could be seen in all these matters.

She's done so much, what's wrong with him being accommodating and considerate of her?

Isn't this just common sense?

The more Liang Jinglan thought about it, the more he realized it made sense, and the more excited he became. Looking at Wen Yan, his eyes burned with fighting spirit. He was determined to take good care of Brother Yuanjun: "Brother Yuanjun, I will definitely take good care of you!"

Wen Yan met his eager eyes, nodded slightly, her fingertips cool, and patted his neck encouragingly with a smile: "I believe in Lord Marquis."

The blood seemed to stagnate on the skin where she had touched it, and the warmth couldn't penetrate Wen Yan's perpetually icy fingertips. Even when she withdrew her hand, a trace of coolness lingered on her neck.

Liang Jinglan's eyes trembled for a few moments, his eyelashes drooping slightly. He thought of the white doves he had raised in his youth, fragile and proud.

Back then, he was just a young boy riding a horse through the streets, and he had never experienced the fierce winds of the frontier that could cut his cheeks.

Watching the interaction between the two, the gentleman closed his eyes, exhaled a breath of stale air, chatted with Liang Jinglan for a bit, and then waved for him to leave, as he still needed to have a detailed talk with Wen Yan.

Liang Jinglan nodded obediently, then turned to Wen Yan and said, "Brother Yuanjun, I'll be going now. Take care of yourself, and send someone to call me if you need anything."

Wen Yan smiled and nodded: "Thank you for your concern, Lord Marquis. Please make proper arrangements for the prisoners of war and spare their lives. I will interrogate them tomorrow."

Liang Jinglan nodded, pushed open the tent, and hurried to the main camp to discuss the layout of Xushan with his subordinates.

Wen Yan only provided a general framework; the specific details will need to be filled in after they discuss and refine it.

The wind swept across the desolate frontier, the full moon remained fixed in the inky black night sky, and the stars gradually became more numerous.

Liang Jinglan walked quickly, his crimson cloak billowing in waves beneath his feet.

Only after that handsome figure had completely disappeared did Wen Yan withdraw her gaze and slowly pour herself two cups of tea.

The tea was a dark, moss-like color. She took a sip and put it down, but her husband spat out most of it with a "pfft": "Did you brew this tea?"

"It was brewed by the Marquis."

The man's lips twitched, and his mustache twitched: "When did he learn how to make tea?"

Wen Yan, as if nothing had happened, took one sip after another, looking completely nonchalant, as if she had drunk quite a bit.

The man's expression gradually became serious. He asked Wen Yan about everything in detail, and Wen Yan answered one by one. After listening, he sighed softly: "Is what you said true?"

Wen Yan nodded. The rich tea brought some color to her thin lips, making them no longer as pale as paper. Her demeanor was elegant, and her eyes were calm and deep: "Not a single word of this is false."

Enough, let the young people worry about their own affairs.

"Tell me your plan, and tell me what you need me to do."

Wen Yan narrowed his eyes and talked with the old man for half the night. The more the old man listened, the more energetic he became. His illness dissipated, and he couldn't wait to get up from his bed and run to the capital to make a name for himself.

It wasn't until dawn that Wen Yan was able to take a short nap, but she kept getting up to go to the interrogations.

The gentleman originally wanted to go along, but Liang Jinglan stopped him on the grounds of his health, so he gave up.

The north wind was cold and harsh, with a sharp edge that could cut. Wen Yan coughed a few times, her fingers curled up inside her fur coat, her face even paler.

Liang Jinglan stepped forward, blocking most of the cold wind. His dark hair fluttered, and his deep red cloak rustled.

On the road, I encountered soldiers training, shirtless, their skin fogged up against the cold wind, still panting and wrestling.

Wen Yan glanced at him a few more times, a hint of envy flashing in her eyes.

Liang Jinglan noticed this look of envy and felt even more sorry for Wen Yan.

"Brother Yuanjun, there's no need to be envious. You will definitely get better."

Wen Yan's lips curved into a beautiful smile: "Then I'll take your kind words, Your Excellency."

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The Xiongnu commander was named Modu, a tough nut to crack; even after days of torture, they couldn't get any information out of him.

When his subordinates took him off the torture device, he still had the strength to curse in the Xiongnu language. Taking advantage of the fact that no one could understand him, Wen Yan was immediately subjected to his shameless and vulgar ridicule.

She retorted with a sharp retort.

Imagine the shock of being coldly insulted and cursed by someone as icy as an ice fairy.

Maodun was taken aback for a moment, then realized: "You speak the Xiongnu language."

He seemed to realize something and shouted in broken Chinese, "You're the one who gave me the map, you're a traitor..."

"Slap!" Liang Jinglan slapped him across the face. Maodun turned his face away in disbelief: "I said that weakling betrayed his country..."

"Slap! Slap!" Maodun's face hurt even more, and he spat out a bloody tooth.

Liang Jinglan: "Who do you think you are to dare slander the strategist?"

"Weakling? Your whole family is weakling. I've never seen a man weaker than you."

Maodun, all muscle and with a bulging chest: ...Why don't you compare me to that weakling?

He wisely shut up, not out of cowardice, but because his mouth was numb and he couldn't speak.