Murong Qian in the big tent was just about to eat when he heard the noise outside and couldn't help but frown.
Sporadic sounds came through the big tent and floated to his ears.
‘Shut up!’ It seemed to be Xueer’s voice!
Throwing down his chopsticks, Murong Qian stood up and ran out of the tent.
Looking around, there were only a few scattered soldiers outside the tent.
His big hands gathered the longevity lock on his chest and rubbed it repeatedly, with a helpless and wry smile on his lips.
In a borderland where wars are constantly going on, why is Xueer here?!
I must miss her so much!
Shaking his head, Murong Qian turned around and walked into the tent.
Seeing Murong Qian walking in, Mu Xue, who was hiding aside, carefully put his head out, touched his chest with his little hand, patted it twice, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It was so dangerous!
Picking up the chopsticks lonely, Murong Qian took a mouthful of vegetables, put it into his mouth, chewed it twice, and suddenly froze in place.
What a familiar smell!
Xueer, are you really here?!
*
In the simple big tent, a group of people were eating together, talking and laughing, and having a good time.
Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps outside the tent, and then the tent was opened, and a handsome-looking soldier walked in.
"Who cooked today's meal? The general wants to see him!"
Muxue's pupils suddenly dilated, she was startled, her little hands trembled, and her rice bowl tilted.
The big hand stretched out, and with lightning speed, the rice bowl fell steadily into Wuhen's hand.
Seeing everyone's expressions of astonishment and no reply, Du Bing couldn't help but ask again, "Who cooked today's meal?"
Everyone turned their heads and stared at Muxue with more than a dozen pairs of eyes.
"Him!" Mu Xue raised her delicate little hand, pointed at Zhu Kui and said loudly.
"It's not you~~"
"I know, it's not me, it's you, go quickly!" Mu Xue stood up and pushed Zhu Kui, who looked surprised, out of the tent.
"This~~" Zhu Kui wanted to say something, but Muxue snatched him away.
"What the hell, I told you it was you who did it! The general wants to see you, and he might give you some reward!"
"Come on, let the general wait for you!" Du Bing urged Zhu Kui, his tone a little impatient.
"That's right, go quickly! Remember, it was you who did it!"
Zhu Kui looked at Muxue inexplicably, then picked up his steps and followed Du Bing to the general's tent.
In the big tent, candlelight flickered.
Murong Qian sat on a chair and spread out the letters, but couldn't read them.
There are all kinds of things in my heart, including joy, expectation, and worry.
Although I really want to see Xue'er, the land here is full of dangers, so I still don't want Xue'er to really come!
"General, we've brought them!" Murong Qian's thoughts were pulled back by the voice coming from outside the tent.
"Let him in!"
"Did you cook today's meal?" He raised his dazzling eyes and opened his tight thin lips slightly.
"That's right!" Zhu Kui responded timidly.
"Oh" he responded lightly, with a little disappointment on his beautiful face.
Zhu Kui looked at Murong Qian who was bowing his head and said nothing tremblingly, and couldn't help but asked, "Not to the general's taste?"
"No, you did a good job! If you are willing, you can stay in the kitchen and be responsible for cooking from now on!"
Stay in the kitchen to cook? Then you don’t have to go to the battlefield to fight!
"Yes, I do!" Zhu Kui nodded like a fool, unable to hide the smile at the corner of his mouth.
"It's nothing, you go back first!"
"Yes." Zhu Kui escaped from the big tent as if he was being granted amnesty, and ran back happily.
Slowly walking out of the tent and looking at the bright moon in the night sky, Murong Qian's worried heart slowly calmed down.
Xue'er didn't come, so she should be safe now!
Are you playing with Fan'er, or are you sleeping soundly, or are you thinking of the moon?
His big hands held up the longevity lock on his chest, and a slight smile formed on his lips. I miss you so much, Xueer, do you miss me?
In the next few days, Murong Qian led his troops outside Pengcheng every day to beat drums and fight, but Ben Lei stayed behind closed doors, as if he was brewing some big conspiracy.
Because of Zhu Kui's relationship, Muxue has been helping in the kitchen. Before the army came, Prince Rui had already taken care of things, so there was almost no one to control Muxue.
"I'm so exhausted!" Muxue stretched out with satisfaction after leaving the kitchen.
As soon as he reached the most comfortable position, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew by. When he opened his eyes, he saw Murong Qian standing at the door of the tent.
Muxue turned her head away and hurried back, secretly praying that he would not notice her.
"Um, have you seen General Han?" Murong Qian, who was looking around but saw no one, couldn't help but ask when he saw Mu Xue.
"No." With her back to Murong Qian, Mu Xue deliberately lowered her voice.
His eyebrows were furrowed, and Murong Qian's handsome face suddenly darkened.
Are you a ghost? Why do you hide when you see yourself and turn your back to yourself?!
"Turn around!"
"General Qi, the villain is very ugly and I'm afraid of scaring the general!" Muxue answered timidly.
"Joke! I'll be scared! I don't believe this. I have to watch it today! Turn around!"
Muxue slowly turned around and drooped her head, almost touching the ground!
"Raise your head!" Murong Qian raised his narrow eyes slightly, a little impatient, and his tone was cold and distant.
"Young ones don't dare!"
"You can carry it if you are asked to do it, no need to waste words!"
Mu Xue slowly raised her head and looked at Murong Qian with her bright eyes.
"Hehe" she grinned!
Looking at the beautiful face in front of him that he had longed for, Murong Qian's head suddenly short-circuited and he was stunned and froze on the spot.
What's going on? It's really Xue'er!
After regaining his composure, Murong Qianjun's face darkened, his eyes full of anger, he grabbed Mu Xue by the collar and lifted her into the tent.
"Su~" Zhu Kui, who had just walked out of the kitchen, couldn't help but sweat for Muxue. The general's face was so dark and scary!
*
The atmosphere in the big tent was strange, with a sense of imminent crisis.
Murong Qian's eyebrows were furrowed, his face turned dark, and his dark jade-like eyes stared at Mu Xue closely, "Why are you here?"
"I'm worried about you!"
"Nonsense!" Murong Qian was angry, but there was no excessive blame in his tone, "I will send someone to take you back tomorrow!"
"I'm not going back!"
"No, it's too dangerous here!"
"It's okay, Wuhen is protecting me!"
"Wuhen? Rui's personal bodyguard?" The bright black eyes suddenly widened, and Murong Qian looked surprised.
"yes!"
"So he knows about this," Murong Qian lowered his head and murmured to himself, and then a trace of anger filled his eyes. "I won't stop you, I'll go back and settle the score with him!"
"I insisted on coming, it's none of his business." Mu Xue clung to Murong Qian's body like an octopus, her little hands climbed up to his neck, and she raised her pretty face, "Don't you want to see me?"
"I want to" didn't understand why Xue'er suddenly changed the topic, Murong Qian nodded heavily.