"Well, then if you have any problems, just call me. I'll be at the door," Qingci sighed.
Jiang Zhili nodded and motioned him to go out and guard.
Qingci walked out of the tent, looking back every few steps. Qingsong, who was standing at the door, saw that he looked unhappy and looked at him questioningly.
Qingci sighed deeply, his face solemn: "Let's talk about it when we get back."
Their prince really doesn't know how to appreciate the blessings he has.
Jiang Zhili brought the sour plum soup to Bo Yan.
"Then Qingci should go to the battlefield to practice," Bo Yan pulled Jiang Zhili over and hugged him.
Only by smelling Zhizhi's scent did he feel less irritable and his stomach felt better.
He found that this feeling was different from when he was sick. When he was sick, he was in a bloodthirsty mood, but now he was just in a bad mood and didn't want to see blood, but wanted to beat people up.
"Drink this sour plum soup and you should feel much better," Jiang Zhili pushed away the thin inkstone.
She handed the sour plum soup to the other person.
"Zhizhi, drink with me. It's also good for you to drink some sour plum soup when you're pregnant."
Bo Yan pulled Jiang Zhili into his arms and sat down, then took the bowl of sour plums from his hand.
He scooped a spoonful of sour plum soup and handed it to Jiang Zhili's mouth.
After Jiang Zhili opened his mouth and drank it, Bo Yan scooped another spoonful...
The two of them drank the whole bowl of sour plum soup, taking a sip each.
It's afternoon now.
General Zhou's voice came from outside the tent: "Your Majesty, have you rested well? The soldiers are waiting for you!"
Bo Yan was hugging Jiang Zhili. When he heard what General Zhou said outside the tent, he felt nauseous.
General Zhou made him sick...
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