The weather at the end of September brought the temperature difference to the extreme when I woke up with cold rain and cold weather the next day.

Leng Yuhan's hands and feet were numb in the middle of the night, and he walked to the door of the tent. As soon as he opened the tent, his clothes were blown through by the cool breeze blowing in from outside. He shivered and looked at the drizzle falling from the sky like strands.

"It's already October, why is it still raining?"

Rubbing his clothes that were soaked by the rain, Leng Yuhan stood at the entrance of the tent, watching the soldiers wearing raincoats and standing boots practicing fighting outside the tent.

"Training soldiers on the coaching field and remaining unchanged despite all odds? It's worthy of admiration."[

Leng Yuhan walked back to the tent in admiration, wondering whether in such bad weather the female soldiers of Huangfeng would be like Longliang's soldiers, who trained tenaciously in the wind and rain.

"You have been standing in the tent for so long with the wind blowing. Is your prince very hot?"

The delicate and unique oil-paper umbrella has the charm of Jiangnan Xiaojiabiyu. Ran Qingchen shook off the rainwater on the umbrella and walked into the tent, carrying a pot basket made of iron in one hand.

"Wrong! It's because I'm cold and I'm hungry."

He obediently covered himself in the quilt and answered honestly. At this time, Leng Yuhan was thinking that a good man will not suffer the consequences. Since his master asked, he should answer truthfully. Otherwise, what if the master really turned a blind eye?

If you put yourself aside and ignore you, where can you go to make ends meet on a rainy day?

"Haha! When the prince is also good? Come down and eat some food. They are all freshly cooked and still hot."

Ran Qingchen randomly dug out two pieces of men's clothing from the wooden box in the tent, and picked up a pair of small-sized military boots from the stove beside the bed and handed them to Leng Yuhan.

"Your clothes?"

Leng Yuhan compared the clothes to her body, and it seemed that they were a bit too big.

"Of course. Does the prince want to go out in women's clothing? All the sergeants in this pass are all men who have given up eating meat and fish for three months. If the prince wants to experience the feeling of being thrown into a haystack by a man, he can do it without wearing this prince's clothes.

clothes."

Ran Qingchen spoke very straightforwardly, so straightforward that Leng Yuhan rolled her eyes while listening.

"Just your little soldiers? Try to touch even a hair on my head? I'll tear off his skin."

Despite what he said, Leng Yuhan still obeyed and put on men's clothes and military boots.

Leng Yuhan believed that even if it wasn't for the reason mentioned by Ran Qingchen, he should think more about the temperature.

Leng Yuhan doesn't have the obsession to have style rather than warmth.

"Let's eat."

Ran Qingchen placed the iron basket on the table and laid out the food inside.

One dish, one soup, one pair of spoons, two pairs of chopsticks, and two bowls.

The rice is coarse-grain steamed buns mixed with red and yellow bean flour.[

Leng Yuhan picked up a piece of green vegetable with chopsticks and waved it in front of his eyes, saying, "Oh! It turns out to be rapeseed. Your Longliang's food is not as good as ours at Huangfeng!"

The whole rapeseed, which was almost black when fried, finally entered the hungry and empty stomach under Leng Yuhan's forced execution. Leng Yuhan curled his lips unbearably.

"When we are marching and fighting, why do we have to show off? If we have something to eat, it's good."

Sitting opposite Leng Yuhan, Ran Qingchen was chewing a handful of vegetables and a piece of steamed bun, as she was used to eating.

"Indeed, very good."

After saying this, Leng Yuhan didn't speak anymore, and Ran Qingchen didn't start talking again.

After the meal, Leng Yuhan stretched his weak muscles, his suspicious eyes wandering around Ran Qingchen's idle figure.

"Don't guess, there is soft food powder in the soup."

It was easy to guess what was going on in Leng Yuhan's head. Ran Qingchen stood at the curtain and looked back, revealing a hint of beauty.

"Did you poison me?"

"This way, the danger to this prince will be reduced. Come on, Your Majesty, will you accompany me to visit my Long Liang's military formation?"

Holding up the oil-paper umbrella with one hand, Ran Qingchen took Leng Yuhan's hand and left a place under the paper umbrella for Leng Yuhan where he would not be hit by the raindrops.

"I don't want to stand under the same umbrella as you!"

Shaking off Ran Qingchen's hand, Leng Yuhan awkwardly retreated to Ran Qingchen's side.

"Your Majesty has no choice."

Putting her arms around Leng Yuhan's flexible waist, Ran Qingchen whispered against Leng Yuhan's earlobe: "If you don't want to expose your identity, you'd better listen to me."

"mean!"

The arms around his waist were as hard as rocks, tightly encircling Leng Yuhan's body as he tried to pull away. Leng Yuhan had no choice but to curse and follow Ran Qingchen's advice.

"Despicable? This prince would not mind spending the night with the prince to understand the meaning of this word. Did Qingchen disappoint the prince last night?"

He grabbed the hand that Leng Yuhan wanted to raise when he heard the words and suppressed it hard. Ran Qingchen threw away the paper umbrella and hugged Leng Yuhan's body. She took Leng Yuhan's ear in her mouth like a punishment, biting and grinding it in a measured way.

With.

"Let me go, Ran Qingchen!"

Not sure whether he was angry or ashamed, Leng Yuhan could only shout and hide while blushing.[

Leng Yuhan didn't quite understand why every time he faced Ran Qingchen, he felt unable to deal with it. He was not as strong and comfortable as when he was with Mo Yuzhuang, Ran Mofeng and others.

Is it a matter of personality?

Or is it the kind of statement that is destined to happen?

What is love in this world?

It’s just…
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