"Are you even interested in barbecue?" Feiyun tapped Long Qian's bowl with chopsticks, "Leg meat is the tenderest."
Long Qian looked at him, picked up the chopsticks and picked up the meat in the bowl: "Who said you're not interested!"
"If you're not worried, go back and take a look." Feiyun picked up the bowl and took another sip of wine.
He knew this was not considered alcohol, but since drinking was not allowed in the base, it was still a good choice.
Long Qian chewed for a moment, then smiled.
"You're kidding! How could I possibly want to go back? It was hard to escape, wasn't it?"
"You still think this is the mausoleum you escaped from?" Feiyun put down the bowl.
Long Qian gave him a blank look, not wanting to refute.
At first she thought it was God's blessing, but later they even prepared ropes for climbing the wall and even horses for leaving.
When did she have such good luck? It's not like she didn't. She was lucky enough to meet Qing'er and her master.
"I heard that he was injured, seriously injured, and was sent back."
As soon as Feiyun lifted up his chopsticks, he heard a "pop" sound from the side.
He looked sideways at the little girl who hurriedly picked up the chopsticks to hide her guilty conscience, and shook his head.
"After all, it's your family. Isn't it normal for you to worry about him?"
Feiyun's idea was very simple, just like if the Ninth Prince was injured, he would be very worried.
The Ninth Prince is his only relative in this life.
Long Qian ate the barbecue one bite at a time and didn't want to pay attention to Feiyun.
If she was worried about Chu Dongling, she might as well worry about herself first. If Chu Dongling...
"Ah..." Long Qian opened his mouth and his eyes suddenly turned red.
She bit her tongue and it hurt...
Perhaps, she really didn't want anything to happen to Chu Dongling.
Just as she wanted to say that if something happened to Chu Dongling, she would have the chance to leave, but in the end she didn't even think about it.
After all, that guy was the first person she met after she passed through her soul. She just didn't want anything to happen to him.
"Xiao Qianqian, are you okay?" Xiao Hong handed Long Qian some tea.
Long Qian shook his head, took the cup, and took a sip of tea.
"It hurts when I bite my tongue!" It really hurt, and it made her cry.
"It's okay. Take another sip and it won't hurt anymore." Xiao Hong pushed the teacup in her hand and picked up a sweat towel to wipe her face.
When the brothers saw Long Qian's eyes filled with tears, the meat in his hands was no longer so fragrant.
The little girl is actually very young, about fifteen or sixteen years old.
She has a slender body and shiny white skin. If she were their daughter, they would definitely not be willing to put her in the base and suffer.
"Miss Long, are you okay?"
"Miss Long, does it matter?"
Some brothers couldn't help but ask.
"It's okay." Long Qian took Xiao Hong's sweat towel and wiped his face.
"It's really okay, I just bit my tongue." She stuck out her pink tongue and picked up the tea cup again, "Xiao Hong, give me another cup."
"Okay." Xiao Hong immediately poured her tea.
Long Qian raised the tea cup and poured it into his mouth "Gululu".
Her every move touched the hearts of many brothers.
She is resourceful, ingenious, not delicate or pretentious, and is as beautiful as a fairy.
Many brothers knew they shouldn't, but they still blushed when they saw Long Qian stick out his tongue.
"Drive!" A cold voice came closer and closer.
The brothers reacted immediately and restrained their inappropriate thoughts.
Yuan Feijing jumped off the horse, strode to Long Qian's side, and pulled her up.
Long Qian was caught off guard. When he reacted, he had already been pulled in front of the wooden house.
"Why do you think you are someone's wife?" Yuan Feijing pointed at Long Qian fiercely.
"Your husband is in danger, but you are still in the mood to have fun with a group of men?"
