Xiao Nanhui watched eagerly as the other party poured boiling hot mutton soup into the bowl of dry steamed buns. What was originally the most tasteless dry food now seemed to be on par with delicacies from land and sea.
Just for her cooking skills, she can endure anything.
"Have you met the emperor before?"
Mo Chunhua suddenly spoke, and Xiao Nan stuffed something into his mouth and just hummed.
Humph, more than just seen it.
"Although His Majesty doesn't talk much, he is very tolerant and generous. Did you do something before? He hasn't let you go out these past few days, and it seems like he's holding something against you."
What did she do before...
She fought with the emperor for a guest room, calling him a thief and a thief, even considering pimping him out to a brothel. She even tore his clothes with her bare hands and told him in person that he had poor eyesight...
Xiao Nanhui scooped up a piece of pancake in anger and stuffed another spoonful into his mouth.
"Look at you, it seems you have done a lot of bad things."
She didn't like to hear this. She risked her life to work for the emperor, so how could it be her fault?
"Since you are still young, I won't bother with you. When I first met him, he never claimed to be the emperor."
Of course, Mo Chunhua didn't believe it at all and looked at her as if she was a fool.
"Why don't you say that the emperor is your sworn brother?"
Xiao Nanhui felt powerless: "It's true! He teamed up with his expressionless guard to deceive me, and even said his surname was Zhongli. I knew that there was no one in the world with a surname like that..."
"Master Xiao." Mo Chunhua skillfully put the bowl and chopsticks aside. "Let me ask you, what is King Xuanyuan's surname?"
She reluctantly uttered a word: "Su."
"Then what is my surname, the Tiancheng royal family?"
"...Su."
Of course she knew this, but...
"Then what stupid things are you saying?"
Stupid? What's stupid?
She was determined to win back the game: "You are smart, why don't you tell me, what is the emperor's name?"
Mo Chunhua was indeed choked: "Why should I tell you?"
"I figured it out, but you didn't know either."
Mo Chunhua was touched in the sore spot, and her eyebrows were twisted into an inverted eight shape, revealing her Southern Qiang character: "Just because I don't say it doesn't mean I don't know! It's called a venerable taboo, you know nothing."
Xiao Nanhui tutted his lips. "You're still called the Venerable Monk? You're not that old, but you're showing off your knowledge like a teacher at the North City Academy."
Mo Chunhua glared at her, stood up quickly, ran straight to her bed, picked up the quilt and blanket and rolled them up.
Her face was grim as she murmured, "I just said a few words to you, and you're going to take my quilt and let me freeze to death?"
Mo Chunhua said nothing, and strode to the corner, heading straight for the few hard pancakes she had hidden under the torn felt blanket.
This time she couldn't sit still.
That was the pancake she had saved with so much effort! It would be nice to take a bite of it when she had nothing to do.
Xiao Nanhui pounced and hung on Mo Chunhua, but he didn't dare to really hurt her. He could only bend her fingers to "rescue" his last bit of supplies.
At this moment, a person flashed into the tent entrance.
"Miss Mo, have you packed everything? His Majesty has ordered us to move camp immediately. Please don't delay."
Xiao Nanhui was hugging Mo Chunhua. When he heard the voice, he turned around and met Ding Weixiang's meaningful eyes.
What's that look? He must have picked it up from his master, that weird, wicked look. It's really annoying.
She snorted coldly in response.
They just broke camp without informing her in advance, making her think...
Wait.
"How long did you stand outside my tent?"
Ding Weixiang glanced at her lazily: "Not long."
This only made people more anxious: "How long is a short time?!"
Did he hear what she had just said about the emperor? How much did he hear?
Ding Weixiang ignored her and turned around to walk out of the tent.
Xiao Nanhui became anxious, jumped off Mo Chunhua, ran away from the curtain and ran out of the tent.
The long-lost free air rushed into her nose, but before she could take a few breaths, a black, tattered sack fell on her head, covering her tightly.
She subconsciously threw an elbow and used her backhand to control the opponent's joints, but her elbow was locked by a powerful grappling move that was a hundred times more skilled than hers.
"Ding Weixiang! If you have the guts, don't hide your face. Let's have a fair fight..."
As she said this, her other hand quickly reached for the flat string tied at her back.
However, someone obviously knew her tricks very well, and before her hand could touch him, she felt a sense of emptiness on her back.
"If you scream again, I'll just knock you out."
Xiao Nanhui instantly wilted.
She knew the other party was true to his word, and she really didn't want to be punched again.
Ding Weixiang stopped talking. She heard Mo Chunhua's voice talking to someone in a low voice gradually fading away, and then she was pulled into a car.
Carriages shuttled through the camp, and the air was filled with the sounds of horses and carriages moving and armor rubbing against each other, but there were few human voices, which also showed the strict military discipline of the Black Feather Camp.
Although she couldn't see, her senses were still very sharp. For most of the next day, she changed three or four vehicles, some of which were transporting military equipment, and some were carrying supplies and rations. She must have wanted to avoid being seen.
When she changed cars for the last time, her hands, which had been bound, were finally untied. The air around her became noticeably quieter and the temperature rose a lot. This was the kind of atmosphere that could only be created in a well-enclosed space.
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