"Jiu'er, we suffered a big loss this time. Why didn't we verify her identity in the first place?" Little Cherry moved out with a sad face.
"Who said I am a man?" Qiao Mu looked around at the people far away from him and snorted, "I am the one who suffers if I sleep with you!"
"Master Qiao, how can I prove that you are a man?" Feng Jiuer looked at Qiao Mu with a defensive attitude.
"I suspect that you are really a man. Do you want to prove it?"
"Why should I prove it?" Qiao Mu turned his head and rolled his eyes at Feng Jiuer.
Her eyes slowly moved down on Feng Jiu'er's face, and her eyes stopped somewhere. She half-squinted her eyes.
"What I have, you may not be able to compare with. Do you still need to prove this?"
"But didn't you just say that it's our women's business? Master Qiao." Little Cherry looked at the back of Qiao Mu's head and curled her lips slightly.
When Qiao Mu turned around and looked at Little Cherry, he became even more disdainful.
"If you want to prove it, it's best if we all prove it together. That's why I suspect that you two are not women and have no body parts."
"When I say you women, I specifically mean women as delicate as you."
"A man like me, who is hard to find in a thousand years, didn't even shed a single tear when my mother died. You can never learn this."
Qiao Mu withdrew his gaze from Little Cherry and looked above the tent.
"My mother is very gentle. She is the gentlest woman I have ever met."
"Although I always do wrong things, she can still teach me patiently. Not to mention hitting me, she is reluctant to even scold me."
Thinking of his mother's heavy life, the corners of Qiao Mu's mouth raised slightly, and her breath became different.
"I don't know why good people can't live long. My mother passed away when I was more than ten years old."
"She died of illness and suffered a lot of pain in the months before her death. God is really unfair. Good people suffer, but bad people live a long life."
"If possible, I even hope that I can share my mother's pain, and I am willing to give her half of my life."
"It's a pity that my mother is in so much pain that she even bit her lip, but I can't do anything."
Qiao Mu blinked and sighed lightly.
"That day, she closed her eyes forever, as if she was asleep, very peaceful."
"I didn't shed a single tear and accompanied her on her last journey."
"That night, I sat alone on the top of a mountain and drank several jars of wine. I didn't even know I was carried back home."
Little Cherry felt a little better, but after hearing what happened to Qiao Mu, her mood became heavy again.
"Then do you often miss your mother now?" She pursed her lips and asked in a low voice.
Qiao Mu glanced sideways at Little Cherry and nodded: "Of course, but all I think about are happy things. Unhappy things have long been forgotten."
Looking back at Feng Jiu'er, Qiao Mu reached out and patted her shoulder.
"If you want to cry, you can cry. If you have a good cry, you will definitely feel better."
"I'm different. I didn't want to cry at that time. I just wanted to drink. After getting drunk, I felt better."
"Since God made such an arrangement, there must be a reason for it. No matter how powerful we are, we are just mortals. I don't want to think too much about it."
Feng Jiuer pursed her lips, retracted her gaze, and looked at the top of the tent.
"Yes, we are all mortals, so I don't want to think too much."
"You can think about it when you should think about it. There is no need to force yourself to forget." Qiao Mu's voice sounded again, "The more you want to escape, the harder it is to forget."
"You can cry if you want to cry, laugh if you want to laugh, and of course you can drink if you want to."
Feng Jiuer never knew that Qiao Mu was a master at comforting people, but after being scolded by her, she seemed to feel better.
She looked sideways at Qiao Mu and frowned slightly: "I want to drink now, is that okay?"
"Of course." Qiao Mu, who was lying in the middle, sat up and lifted the quilt, "Wait a moment."
She left, taking almost the entire quilt with her.
Little Cherry sat up, glanced at the leaving figure, pulled the quilt back, moved to the middle position, and slept with Feng Jiuer.
"Jiu'er, are you worried that you will one day face off against the Nine Princes on the battlefield?"
Feng Jiuer calmed down and nodded lightly.
"But that is your current goal, and you are worried that if this goal is achieved, the two of you will eventually fight against each other. Don't you feel very contradictory?"
"Little Cherry, what exactly do you want to say?" Feng Jiuer glanced sideways at her and frowned slightly.
Little Cherry turned over and lay on the blanket, holding her chin and looking at Feng Jiuer.
"I mean, do you have to fight this battle with the Ninth Prince?"
Feng Jiuer didn't think much, nodded and responded: "Yes."
"Since you are so sure, what else do you need to think about? Let's wait until that day comes."
Little Cherry blinked, turned over again, and lay down.
"But I think the Ninth Prince is definitely reluctant to take action. If he falls into your hands, wouldn't you be able to do whatever you want?"
"Is he the one who should be worried? No! He is definitely not worried. He wants to see you right away."
"So, it's his mother who should be worried, but she deserves it for having done so many bad things."
Feng Jiuer looked at Little Cherry's side face for a moment and was speechless for a moment.
If he is unwilling to take action, how can she do whatever she wants?
However, Zhan Liyue owes the Long family too much, and she will never let Zhan Liyue go!
"Here we come." In a blink of an eye, Qiao Mu came in with a jar of wine and three bowls.
The people sleeping on the blanket sat up together and looked at her.
"Qiao Mu, where did you get the wine? Didn't Jiu'er say we can't bring wine on the road?" Little Cherry frowned and asked.
"Just don't let her know about this kind of thing." The corners of Qiao Mu's mouth raised slightly.
She sat down somewhere and lifted the lid of the wine jar.
The fragrant smell of wine suddenly filled the entire tent, making people feel comfortable smelling it.
Feng Jiuer took a deep breath of the wine-scented air, stood up, and walked toward the tree.
"You're such a good Qiao Mu, how dare you do something that violates military regulations."
As soon as Feng Jiuer sat down next to Qiao Mu, Qiao Mu poured a bowl of wine and handed it to her.
"Let's talk about the punishment tomorrow. This is just the amount of wine. If you want to drink, you should seize the opportunity."
Feng Jiuer glanced at the speaker and took the wine from her hand.
Feng Jiuer also understands the aroma of wine, and it is indeed a kind of enjoyment to taste it occasionally.
Especially today, she really wanted to drink. She didn't want to get drunk, she just wanted to be half drunk and half awake, that's all.
When Little Cherry saw Feng Jiuer taking a sip of wine, she walked over with confidence.
"I want to drink too." She sat down next to Feng Jiu'er and took the wine from Qiao Mu's hand, "Good wine, very fragrant and very pure."
"However, Qiao Mu, can I ask how you brought this wine?"
