Meng Zhengxi glanced at Ning Qing.

"Here you go, just keep it."

But in his heart, he regretted that he had been too quick and had thrown his jade pendant away.

It was definitely a hangover; I'm still feeling dizzy!

Alcohol is definitely not a good thing; it's best to drink less in the future!

Ning Qing raised her eyes and smiled faintly.

"Thank you for the tip, I will cherish it."

As she spoke, she carefully placed the jade pendant in her hand inside her underwear.

Meng Zhengxi blushed and turned his face slightly away.

"cough".

"Alright, you can leave now."

Ning Qing nodded.

"Okay, guest."

He turned and walked to the door, then looked back at the person on the bed.

"I will remember you well."

He patted the spot where he had just placed the jade pendant, saying, "And this, I will cherish it for the rest of my life."

Then she smiled slightly at Meng Zhengxi.

He turned and disappeared through the doorway.

Meng Zhengxi watched the blue figure disappear at the doorway.

She let out a soft sigh, a strange emotion swirling within her.

He quickly got up, dressed, and hurried to the stables. He mounted his horse, whipped it, and rode off.

When Meng Zhengxi returned to the military camp, it was already noon!

He jumped off his horse and headed aggressively toward the tent, determined to find those two from yesterday and torture them a thousand times over before he could vent his anger.

When he arrived at his tent, he saw Zhao Xianghai and Lu Shi kneeling under the scorching sun, shirtless, with several thorny brambles on their backs.

And standing next to them was a strategist who looked on with amusement.

Upon seeing Meng Zhengxi arrive.

The two people on the ground immediately turned around while kneeling and shouted in unison.

"General".

Meng Zhengxi gave them both a cold look and sneered.

"What play are you two performing?"

Lu Shi glanced at Zhao Xianghai beside him.

Zhao Xianghai pursed his lips before replying.

"General, it was wrong of us to take you to a brothel for drinks last night. We have come here today to apologize."

She secretly glanced up and saw Meng Zhengxi's handsome face dark, his gaze sharp as a knife, fixed on the two of them.

Startled, I quickly lowered my head, not daring to look around anymore, for fear of scaring something bad out of me!

The general's eyes are terrifying; that's the kind of look a general has on the battlefield!

Wait, does the general really want to skin me alive? He cried out in his heart: No, please don't think it's what I'm thinking!

I haven't had a chance to properly serve my country or fulfill my filial duties at home, I can't just die like this!

Thinking of this, Zhao Xianghai knelt down in front of Meng Zhengxi, grabbed his thighs with both hands, and let out a deafening wail.

"General, I know I was wrong. If you want to punish me, then punish me by making me die for my country and shed my blood on the battlefield. That way, I can face my 80-year-old mother at home."

Zhao Xianghai's bizarre actions shocked everyone present.

Lu Shi, kneeling on the spot, had a dumbfounded expression on his face.

A row of question marks appeared on his forehead, and he was frantically asking himself: Wait, bro, what are you up to?

Meng Zhengxi, whose leg was being clung to by him, twitched his lips violently, unwilling to admit that the person clinging to his leg and weeping was his subordinate.

The sound of the crying could only be described as a ghostly wail; it was deafening.

Meng Zhengxi lifted his leg and instantly flung the person several meters away.

Only then did it feel like the whole world had quieted down.