Chapter 11: Trouble
The leader gave his officers a look, indicating that they should prepare the handover of the prisoners.
"Why are you so slow in finding someone? Return to the team!"
Because Wen Chengyun was instrumental in the arrest, the leader's expression softened a lot, but his tone was still unfriendly, and he was full of fear in his heart.
After all, these four or five now obedient exiles had killed the police officer half an hour ago. Wen Chengyun's fighting ability should not be underestimated...
"Is my sister-in-law injured?"
Wen Chengming watched them return, quickly got off the Imperial Concubine's lap, ran to Cheng Weiyao's side, and pulled her sleeve with concern.
After all, although Wen Chengyun looked a little disheveled, there was no blood on his body. On the contrary, Cheng Weiyao's dress was a little too tragic.
Wen Liyu, who was standing behind Cheng Weiyao, pursed her lips and looked at the innocent and lovely Wen Chengming with some worry. She didn't want her brother to have much contact with Cheng Weiyao.
After witnessing the ruthless side of Cheng Wei Yao just now, she was even more frightened. Just as she was about to speak, Cheng Wei Yao squatted down with a smile.
"It's okay, they are all bad guys. My sister-in-law is dirty, so I won't play with you."
Looking into the clear and innocent eyes in front of her, Cheng Weiyao's heart softened. She wanted to reach out and rub Wen Chengming's head, but she saw his hands were covered with dirty blood stains, so she had to give up.
Wen Chengming glanced at Cheng Weiyao's frozen movements, nodded obediently, and ran back to the Imperial Concubine.
"Ma'am, please wipe it off."
Wen Chengyun took out a soft handkerchief from his sleeve pocket and handed it to Cheng Weiyao. Even though he was full of doubts, the timing was not right, so he could only keep the mystery in his heart for the time being.
The atmosphere in the Qinghe King's family was quite harmonious. After counting the number of people, the officials began to distribute food.
After all, they had just experienced a civil strife and had consumed too much physical strength. The elderly, the weak, women and children needed to rest to calm their inner panic, while the officials needed to replenish their physical strength and count the lost supplies.
"Qinghe Wang family, this is yours."
An officer stuffed three dry food biscuits into Cheng Weiyao's hand. He should have given them directly to Wen Chengyun, but the deterrent effect of Wen Chengyun who subdued five exiles by himself made the officer a little afraid, so he chose Cheng Weiyao, a woman.
"Thank you, officer."
Cheng Weiyao took the dry food and biscuits with both hands, smiled and sent the official away, but spat fiercely in her heart.
Even if we count them by head, these three cakes are not enough for the Qinghe King's family to eat. This is clearly harsh treatment... No wonder he didn't dare to confront Wen Chengyun, but instead came to him.
"How can I swallow this dry pancake without oil or salt?"
"This pancake is making my teeth hurt. It's cold and hard. I can't eat it at all..."
The other prisoners also complained about this. Although they complained and expressed disgust, their eyes were fixed on Cheng Weiyao.
Through the previous events, this group of people finally understood that Cheng Weiyao was someone who knew how to live. Whether it was finding food or making food, she was a capable person.
Noticing everyone's gaze on her, Cheng Weiyao returned to Wen Chengyun with the dry food and pancakes without a care in the world and handed over the right to distribute the food.
She naturally couldn't finish the dry bread the officers gave her. When she got it, she squeezed it. It was like a modern French baguette. When she was hungry, it was food. When she wasn't hungry, it was a weapon...
Wen Chengyun lowered his eyes, divided the dry food pancake into equal portions, and distributed them evenly to everyone in the Qinghe Palace.
Although the imperial concubine was somewhat disgusted with the dry food pancake, she at least knew what the situation was. She silently hugged Wen Chengming and nibbled on it in small bites.
Wen Liyu took the dry food biscuit and put it directly into her sleeve pocket. She couldn't eat anything at the moment. If she wasn't careful, the image of Cheng Weiyao slitting someone's throat would appear in front of her eyes.
"This is for my wife. I am not hungry, so please eat more."
Wen Chengyun also stuffed his share into Cheng Weiyao's hands. He knew exactly what the officials were planning. He had no share in the food in the first place.
The purpose is to starve himself and reduce his fighting power. After all, he is still a man and he should be humble. What's more, moderate hunger can keep people alert.
Cheng Weiyao stared at the pancake in Wen Chengyun's hand but did not reach out to take it.
What Wen Chengyun could think of, how could she not think of it? But this man was clearly a rare talent, so what secret had made him withdraw his pawns and be content to be inferior to others...
This loving scene looks different in the eyes of other hungry people.
A middle-aged woman stood up, walked in two steps to the couple, and knocked the pancake out of Wen Chengyun's hand with one hand.
"What are you still doing sitting here for? You're not really going to let everyone eat this dry stuff, are you?"
They were all eagerly waiting for Cheng Weiyao to take the lead in finding food and to get a share of the pie. How could they have the time to watch these two people trying to find joy in misery and being sweet and sweet?
"Auntie, are you okay? If I have food and can find a way to share it with you, that's a favor. I won't do anything and won't care about anything. That's my duty."
Cheng Weiyao came to her senses and grabbed the middle-aged woman's wrist with a cold look in her eyes.
We are all wanderers in the same boat. In the last lard incident, as the strong one, it was our duty to take care of the weaker party.
But this does not mean that she is an easy target. She is tired this time and is not willing to take care of others. If someone takes the opportunity to make trouble, she will not tolerate it.
"Why are you so fierce? I'm just asking, take your hand off me, you're pinching me!"
The middle-aged woman was frightened by Cheng Weiyao's eyes and immediately backed off, but her wrist was still held by the other party, so she had to shout in a bluffing manner.
"Want to leave? Fine, you knocked over my cake, please compensate me with one!"
Cheng Weiyao lazily spread out her other free hand. The cake that Wen Chengyun had just given her had been knocked to the ground. She couldn't bear this loss.
So many eyes are watching. Since Wen Chengyun can only play the good guy, then of course he will play the villain who kills the chicken to scare the monkey.
"No! Ouch! Give it to me!"
The middle-aged aunt was not a fool. Since Cheng Weiyao didn't look for food, dry food biscuits became a rare thing. She wanted to refuse, but she didn't expect the force on her wrist to suddenly increase. The pain made her compromise immediately.
"Madam is majestic."
Wen Chengyun raised his eyebrows in surprise, and watched Cheng Weiyao sit back next to him contentedly with the new pancake.
"Give my husband half."
Cheng Weiyao smiled. When she was a chef in modern times, she had to pick up the spoon a lot. She could just pick up the big iron pot, so what about pinching the wrist?
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