If his identity wasn't there and the soldiers were afraid of the power in his hands, no one would be willing to give him a look, just like now.
Nalan Yuhao commanded the soldiers from a high position and ordered them to do this and that for him. The soldiers lowered their heads and went about doing it listlessly.
In front of a certain jet-black military tent, without Chen Xi and Feng Qingyang's instructions, the soldiers waiting to serve them had already formed a long queue.
When they finished their breakfast and walked out of the military tent, the soldiers all bowed and saluted, vying to clear the dishes and chopsticks for Chen Xi and close the military tent for her.
Chef Wang ran over in a hurry: "Marshal Zuo, Marshal Zuo, these are the pancakes that my slave just made. You can keep them first. If you and the prince are hungry on the way, you can eat some."
Chen Xi chuckled. This uncle also knew that she was a marshal, but why could he not help but care for her as if he were a little girl who needed care every time he saw her?
"Thank you, uncle."
She took the pancake and looked at the large group of men behind her who were busy with her. The corners of Chen Xi's lips were raised high.
Ah ha, she thought, she is the happiest woman in the world.
"Kekeke..."
Just when she was satisfied, suddenly, several excited chicken crows came from behind her.
Looking back, a certain prince who had to act silly and cute in front of others suddenly found a clucking old hen in his arms.
The old hen's eyes widened, and she held her breath and laid an egg into Feng Qingyang's hand.
A certain man raised the balls in his hand and handed them to her, and said excitedly: "Xi'er, here you go!"
Chen Xi glanced at the hot balls and said sadly: "...Master, why did you give me an egg?"
"Let you hatch baby chicks!"
Under the bright sunshine, the beautiful man's clear eyes, pure appearance and childish words gave Chen Xilei goosebumps all over his body.
God, does this guy have to be so good at pretending?
The corners of her lips twitched, but she cooperated without exposing him, "Master, it is the job of the old hen to hatch baby chicks."
"Isn't Xi'er an old hen?"
Chen Xi's face darkened and he replied harshly: "No."
"Oh, Xi'er is not an old hen, so she can't hatch baby chicks."
A certain man who was looked down upon said something in his mouth: "But it's so strange, why does the old hen have to hatch baby chicks, but Xi'er doesn't have to? Xi'er doesn't have to hatch chicks, so where do the babies come from?"
"..." The busy soldiers raised their heads and looked at a certain prince with complicated expressions. The same signal was written in their eyes - well, our prince wants a baby, right?
I heard that the princess was framed by a traitor before she went on the expedition, and then she was beaten to the point of miscarriage by Emperor Ling Xiao?
Although the prince is usually silly, he should know how sad he is in his heart, right?
A veteran general walked up to Chen Xi and Feng Qingyang, saluted them respectfully, and comforted them: "My lord, don't be anxious. This time we fought against the Eagle Rebellion and made great achievements. After returning to the capital, Long Yan will be very happy. He will definitely reward them well."
Your Majesty, when the time comes, Your Majesty, please ask the Emperor for permission to recuperate and recuperate with Princess Gong in Prince Gong’s Mansion. This baby will be born soon.”
"real?"
When Feng Qingyang heard this, a bright light flashed in his dull eyes.
Chen Xi raised her eyes and unexpectedly saw the light in the man's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. She was depressed.
Brat, are you trying to make fun of her good luck?