Just now she suddenly realized that she disliked the feeling of parting with him more and more. This was not a good sign.
She walked forward with a heavy heart, and subconsciously stopped when she passed the chicken coop behind the firewood pile.
This chicken coop is slightly better enclosed and larger than the farmhouse outside the valley, so it seems that someone is taking care of it regularly.
Ding Weixiang was still wearing the same blue robe, with the hem tied up at his waist. He was busy guarding a little corn accumulated in a clay basin, sweating profusely.
Xiao Nanhui stood at the wooden door and watched for a while. The more he looked, the more he wanted to laugh.
"I didn't know Lieutenant Ding had such a passion for feeding chickens."
Ding Weixiang said nothing, but his face looked very ugly. It was obvious that he had known she was standing there, but he did not dare to stop moving for a moment.
She took a few steps closer, looked at the half-mixed chicken feed in the ceramic basin, and shook her head with a fake sigh.
"It's still too watery. I'm afraid these chickens won't survive for more than a few days if you keep feeding them this way."
Ding Weixiang glanced at her, the suspicion in his eyes was self-evident, but his hands stopped moving.
Xiao Nanhui didn't say anything. He walked forward, took the kitchen knife and started chopping chicken feed skillfully.
When it comes to raising chickens, she is an expert.
Thinking back to when she was in the village of Bijiang, she had served all kinds of native chickens, black chickens and free-range chickens. If it weren't for that sneaky doctor Hao Bai who was always greedy, she might have made a fortune in Bijiang by raising chickens.
She added some corn here and some chopped cabbage stalks there and mixed them together. While her hands were busy, she thought of what had just happened and asked casually.
"Your Majesty just ran out barefoot, how can you still be here feeding chickens? If someone from the Shen family comes after you, you'll regret it."
Ding Weixiang snorted lightly.
“The Shen family can’t catch up here yet.”
This answer seemed a little too certain, but Xiao Nanhui was too lazy to pursue it for the time being and asked about what she really cared about.
"What did His Majesty eat earlier? Why did he sleep so long? I thought he was poisoned and couldn't sleep. I was so scared that I couldn't sleep at night and had to get up three or four times to check if he was still alive."
When Ding Weixiang heard this, his tone softened a little, but his words were still a little stiff.
"Do you think everything will be fine once the poison on the secret seal is removed? Have you forgotten what happened to Zou Sifang?"
Therefore, he really chose to fall asleep in order to avoid ending up like Zou Sifang's puppet.
But......
"So what should we do now? We can't just take another pill and continue sleeping, right? Besides, he's awake now, so he might..."
“That’s why we came here.”
The other person stopped talking mid-sentence, even keeping her in suspense. She looked up again and saw that Ding Weixiang had found a shady spot and was comfortably sitting with his feet up, looking like a landlady overseeing a work.
Xiao Nanhui suddenly felt a little angry.
"This is your job. I'm helping you out of kindness, but you're relaxing now."
Ding Weixiang held the knife across his waist, speaking with great confidence.
"I see those chickens are very happy with you. As the saying goes, those who are capable should do more work. It would be a good thing if you could worry more about it."
Xiao Nanhui immediately chopped the chopping board with the kitchen knife, wiped his hands and walked aside.
"Look at how servile and humiliating you were to that old man earlier. Did you do something shameful that gave them a handle on you?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Ding Weixiang could no longer sit still, and his face looked a little ugly.
"What nonsense are you talking about? I do this willingly..."
Ding Weixiang has always been aloof. Apart from his supreme master, he has always disdained to express or explain anything to others. He is also often picky about what he does and will never touch anything that would undermine his identity as a swordsman.
If someone told her that Lieutenant Ding Weixiang was willingly helping others feed chickens, she would definitely laugh out loud three times and then say, "How ridiculous!"
But now, she actually heard the other party say it himself, and this curiosity was no longer suppressed.
"I just went to the village outside the mountain gate this morning. Although there's no inn, you still have some money on you, which should be enough to find a place to eat and stay. Why do you have to stay in this mountain valley, living under someone else's roof and doing hard labor?"
"What do you know? How can this place be compared to an inn or a house?" Ding Weixiang's expression became a little strange, and he looked a little suffocated, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't. "Besides, it was His Majesty who asked me to come here to wait for him. If I'm not here, where else can I go?"
In fact, if Ding Weixiang had just said the last sentence, she would not have felt strange or confused at all.
She should have thought of it earlier. The only person who could make the other party so compromise and willingly do so was his beloved master.
But why did the emperor want to meet in this mountain? Or rather, why did he want to meet at this old woman's house?
She couldn't help but think again of what the villagers in Baishi Village had said when they warned her. If she was just an old woman with a bad temper who liked to capture people to help feed the chickens, how could she be portrayed as such a terrible person?
She was still confused when the wooden door of the chicken coop was pushed open and the person in question walked towards her slowly with his hands behind his back.
"Is the wine here?"
Before she could react, Ding Weixiang, who was standing beside her, heard the sound and jumped up like the beef balls just out of the pot at Lao Chengju. He quickly took the chicken feed she had just mixed and started working diligently.
Xiao Nanhui looked at it in amazement.
Even if his dear Majesty had instructed him to settle here, there was no need for him to be so diligent and devoted.
The next moment, the bamboo tube in his hand was taken away by someone.
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