Shen Yinxiao returned to the camp without stopping, but could not find him.
It was not convenient for her to wander around the camp. The looks cast on her by those men always made her feel a little uncomfortable. On weekdays, she almost never went to places other than the Chinese army tent and the military medical office.
She stood hesitantly in front of the Chinese army's tent, her expression tangled.
At the same time, Wei Cheng and others had just returned from the inspection. Wei Ning and Guo Yan beside him were reporting to him the remaining provisions and the details of yesterday's inventory of equipment, as well as Zhang Yao's reply to his previous refusal to introduce the barbarians.
Zhang Yao sent two encrypted letters, sealed with fire paint and placed in bronze mailboxes.
He looked at the two mailboxes and paused.
Is there anything that can’t be said in a letter?
It was from my mother-in-law and I gave him two letters.
As expected, people who are capable of such beastly things as seizing step-sisters have weird thoughts.
Nowadays, it is fashionable to have Long Yang's habit of cutting off his sleeves. Zhang Yao is like this. People who are confused think that he has some affair with Zhang Yao.
If Zhang Yao is a good man, he can raise the flag and start a war with Dong Yan just around the corner. If Zhang Yao cannot do it...
Wei Ning also thought about this, and his voice rang out in time: "General, what if Zhang Yao opposes the general's intention?"
Wei Ning laughed and said, "Then we'll fight and get Jizhou first."
At worst, it's a bloody battle. In a war, there are no immortals.
Zhang Yao was more worried about a fight than him.
Wei Ning nodded.
He held the mailbox in his hand, ready to go back to the tent and open it, when he turned around and saw the beautiful figure at the door of the tent.
He was very busy these days, going out early and coming back late, so he couldn't see her all the time. Now that this person was standing under the sun, he found that she seemed to be a little tanned. Her face was like egg white in the past, but now it is It has a reddish wheat color, a little less delicate, but a little more bloody, and the energy is much better, much better than when he came here.
It's just that this energetic little man seemed to be in a bad mood, with a frown on his face and a tangled expression on his face. He looked like he was trying to get in or out at the door.
Guo Yan and others on the side wanted to say something, but he raised his hand to stop her. He walked over and grabbed her: "What are you doing standing at the door?"
Just when she heard footsteps coming from her side, she turned her head and her wrist was held by a warm hand. She subconsciously took a half step back. When she saw it was him, she breathed a sigh of relief: "The general is back, but things are busy. Finished?"
Wei Cheng lowered his head and looked at her expectant expression. He didn't say anything was wrong or nothing. Behind him stood a stunned Wei Ning and others. He didn't bother to care. He just said: "Looking for me? What's the matter?"
"It's not a big deal. If the general is still busy, I will come back later. The general should finish his work first and don't delay military affairs because of me." She saw the person not far behind him and understood that he might have to be busy for a while, so she Open your mouth.
Wei Cheng smiled.
Quite sensible.
He turned his head and waved his hand, meaning to let them disperse.
Seven or eight people including Guo Yan, Susukye and Wei Ning were silent for a long time. Except for Wei Ning and Chen Zhao, the others all looked at each other with strange expressions on their faces.
Although all the things that should be dealt with have been dealt with, and the rest are all insignificant reports, this is the first time that the general dismissed everyone midway.
Just because a maid and concubine came to see him?
The wound on Yu Shan's back was still aching. He stared with wide eyes, bumped Wei Ning with his elbow, and exclaimed in a low voice: "General, what is the background of this maid and concubine? Is it still a maid? She can't be the wife, can she?" Master, what kind of god did I offend? I almost did it..."
Wei Ning covered his mouth with her backhand: "You haven't been spanked enough, right?"
Yushan whined a few times.
Wei Ning didn't know whether Lady Shen was a maid or a concubine, but his intuition told him that the general did not treat her as a maid, nor as an ordinary concubine, but more like... family?
By the way, if it weren't for being a family member, how could he tolerate her over and over again? If it were an ordinary concubine, who would keep her by his side like this?
In short, it is definitely not something that others can easily insult.
When Wei Cheng heard the voice behind him, he glanced coldly. Yu Shan's face turned pale, he hid behind Wei Ning and closed his mouth.
The people finally dispersed.
Wei Cheng pulled her into the tent, put the mailbox away, turned his head to look at her as if she had something to say, and raised his eyebrows: "Tell me, what's the matter?"
"General, do you remember that I wanted to celebrate the general's birthday a few days ago?" She grabbed his sleeve, and the Shu brocade felt smooth and skin-friendly.
The darkly embroidered lines on the fabric rubbed across her palms, and she wiped the sweat from her palms on his sleeves without leaving a trace.
Wei Cheng said "Hmm", the corners of his mouth slightly raised, he turned around, his back to her, and used a poker to stir the charcoal in the basin, his voice was calm: "Are you ready?"
Seeing him look so calm, she became even more nervous.
"Ready, just waiting for the general to be free."
"Yes." He put the poker aside, clapped his hands, and said without looking at her, "Then let's go."
Suddenly, she felt that he had become superior.
He has been fine these past few days, but why didn't he look at her when he spoke today.
Could it be that she did something bad that made him unhappy?
Could it be that she was waiting for him at the entrance of the tent just now, causing him to lose face in front of his officials?
Her face also became serious: "Yes!"
She followed Wei Cheng out of the tent. Wei Ning brought him the Zhaoye Jade Lion. He got on his horse and just stretched out his hand to pick her up, but he saw that the girl was already standing on the horse she was used to using these days. Next to the little black horse, he stepped on the stirrups and sat on it with all his strength, and slowly adjusted his skirt.
Wei Cheng paused, stretched out his hand in the air, turned around and took the reins.
Wei Ning glanced at the general's hand. The hand holding the reins seemed to be slowly exerting force, and the tendons in his arm were bulging.
He asked in surprise: "General, do you have any other orders?"
Wei Cheng glanced at him expressionlessly: "No."
He raised his eyes, frowned and said, "Okay, let's go."
After saying that, he rode straight towards the outside of the military camp.
Shen Yinxiao hurriedly took the reins and followed.
Wei Ning followed behind with his guard battalion, not too far or too close to the two of them. They would not let the people in front hear too much noise or lose track of them. If there was an assassin ambushing them, they would be able to respond in time.
Wei Cheng's peripheral vision drifted to the girl who was a foot or two behind him, and snorted: "Why are you so far away from me? Lead the way!"
She yelled and drove the little black horse to follow, but it was really not her fault. It was because his horse ran too fast. She couldn't help but softly said: "General, you are too fast, slow down..." .”
Wei Cheng's back stiffened.
Soon, Shen Yinxiao also reacted, his face turned red and his ears felt hot, and he quickly said: "Your horse is too fast..."
He glanced at her with a half-smile and said nothing, but he did slow down and let her walk ahead of him.
"We're here!" Shen Yinxiao pointed far away with the hand holding the riding crop. On the green grass not far away, colorful skirts gathered together, fluttering in the wind, and wisps of white smoke drifted out from the group of birds.
