"Be at peace. I haven't even bothered with you because you cried and cried to fool me last night." She cried so much last night that he was dizzy. What he originally wanted to ask was completely forgotten when she cried.
After a day of training in the camp today, I realized something was wrong.
Fu Yu laughed angrily: "You have become more capable. You can hold a sword and fool people."
Xihe froze, holding his tongue and whispered: "How can there be..."
I thought to myself, isn’t this normal operation? If the theory is untenable, then raise the issue to attitude. Anyway, if you quarrel with me, you are wrong.
"No?"
Fu Yu pinched the little face, his face full of curiosity: "Lin Rou, are you good at hiding? Tell me, is there anything else I don't know?"
Xihe's heart skipped a beat. Is this a plan to break up a gang?
She turned her face away, pouted, and whispered: "You seem to know me very well. Besides, aren't I doing this for you?"
"For me?" Fu Yu raised his eyebrows.
"That's right. Otherwise, how could I, a weak woman with no skills, dare to come to the border." Xihe squeezed his eyes and tears fell again.
Fu Yu's brows jumped and he quickly stopped what she was going to say. He said with a headache: "Yes, yes, it's all for me. It's me who doesn't know good from good. Stop crying."
Every time she cried, he was frightened. He didn't understand, how could someone cry so much?
The tears came as easily as he could, and they made his heart tremble as he cried, as if he had done something extremely sinful.
"Oh." Xihe blinked and stopped the faucet.
Fu Yu felt a toothache when he saw it, and he was convinced that this little ancestor was deliberately torturing him.
The maid began to serve the food,
Xihe was surprised at the dinner table. She didn't expect that Fu Yu would really let her go like this, not even asking about those barbarians.
She chirped, and since he didn't ask, she stopped talking.
At night, being forced into his arms again, Xihe felt a little suffocated. Curling up in the man's arms, she made a three-part agreement with him: "You are not allowed to touch me until we get married."
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The voice above his head was mocking and casual: "You are skinny and have no body. I don't care about you?"
"Oh, it's best if you don't care about it." Xihe said coldly.
The strong wind blew against the windows, and the candles on the table gradually went out in the night.
For several days in a row, when Fu Yu went to the camp early in the morning, Xihe stayed in the house and slept until three o'clock in the morning.
Unlike the original owner, she likes poems and songs, and she sings little songs when she has nothing to do.
With nothing to do, she asked the maid to bring a cloth and decided to move her hands, which had been frozen for countless years.
Sky-blue fabric and luxurious silk threads outline colorful birds.
"Miss, your embroidery work is very good. Are you doing it for the general?" The little maid squatted aside.
"I don't know, I'll wait until I make it." The needle and thread shuttled back and forth on the small circular frame fabric, and the movements were extremely skillful.
"Miss... do you really want to be with the general?" the little maid suddenly asked.
Xihe raised his head in surprise: "Isn't this obvious?" After coming all this way, could she still kindly let him go?
"But..." The little maid frowned.
"But what?" A male voice suddenly stood up.
"General, general." The little maid shivered and subconsciously knelt on the ground. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead. The fear that penetrated her bones made her tremble.
Xihe frowned, put down the needle and thread, and tugged on the man's clothes: "Don't scare her."
Then he said to the maid, "Go down."
