Tiancheng’s military discipline is strict and rumors are strictly prohibited.
If soldiers discuss military and political matters in a disorderly manner, they will be punished with a beating and removed from the army once discovered, and will never be allowed to join the army again in their lifetime.
Having said that, this man's heart cannot be controlled.
Recently, in the Tiancheng military camp beside the Tianmu River, many people have been muttering about that matter in their hearts.
That night, the outpost of the Black Feather Camp captured a Southern Qiang prisoner, a woman, who was carrying the badge of General Zuo who had disappeared a month ago.
The prisoner camp interrogated the female prisoner for a whole day and night, but they couldn't get anything out of her. Finally, she couldn't stand the torture and died. She was hastily buried by the river.
Of course, it was not Xiao Nanhui who was buried by the river. At this moment, she was lying in her small tent, digging sand out of boredom.
The Black Feather Battalion was indeed the emperor's personal guards; each of them was ruthless and quick in their work, and it only took them a few sticks of incense to clearly arrange her substitute and subsequent "death".
She knew that the emperor must have started to make plans, but she didn't know the details. After the audience that night, she was stuffed into a small tent not far from the main tent and was not allowed to go out without the emperor's oral order.
After knowing that the emperor was Zhongli Jing, she was not worried at all that the other party would suffer in this matter. Her mission was temporarily over. She just didn't know whether Shrike was going well, whether he had found Su Pingchuan and others, and whether the stubborn Su Pingchuan would follow her obediently to Wancheng.
But when it comes to skills, she has complete confidence in Shrike.
In this way, if she could find a way to contact Xiao Jun, her journey to the West would be a complete success.
Just as I was daydreaming, the owner of the tent lifted the curtain and walked in.
The warm sunlight outside the tent poured down for a moment, illuminating a tall and thin woman with slender eyebrows and eyes, who was holding a large bucket in her hand.
The next second, the curtain was mercilessly lowered, and the tent returned to a cold and gloomy atmosphere.
Xiao Nanhui had changed back into Tiancheng men's attire and wrapped herself in three layers of clothing in an unsightly manner. However, someone was too stingy and refused to even light a piece of charcoal, so she was still freezing and her nose was running.
Rubbing her paws, she couldn't hide her dissatisfaction: "Mo Chunhua, if you want me to freeze to death, just tell me. I can remove the blanket from the tent to save you the effort."
The woman named Mo Chunhua snorted coldly and put the bucket in her hand on the ground.
"Your Majesty said you were from the military and had served in the army. But now it seems you're not that great. You look very delicate from head to toe."
Xiao Nanhui felt a choking breath stuck in his chest.
This was the first time anyone had called her delicate. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Even though I'm not a pampered person, there's no need for me to suffer. Besides, you have charcoal fire in your tent, why not use it?"
"How precious is this charcoal? If I can't use it in the battle to kill the enemy, why should you use it?"
Well, this is because he dislikes her for being lazy and greedy.
She didn't know how much she had suffered in the battle with Tiancheng before, and now she was not even worthy of a piece of charcoal.
There was no point in saying more. She was not good at arguing with others, especially since the other party was a girl a few years younger than her.
Continuing the conversation would only make her angry, so she decided to change the subject.
"What did you bring?"
Mo Chunhua didn't say anything and opened the lid of the bucket. The smell of steaming mutton soup hit Xiao Nanhui in the face, and he swallowed hard.
Mo Chunhua rolled her eyes at her, took out two cold steamed buns from her pocket, and skillfully broke them into pieces into a bowl beside her.
Her skin had a natural honey-colored hue, not caused by the wind and sand of western Lingnan, but rather the unique skin color of the Southern Qiang people. However, with her slender figure and delicate features, she didn't look like a Southern Qiang person.
Xiao Nanhui was also a little confused at first, but later he understood what was going on after learning about her life experience.
Mo Chunhua was Yan Guang's daughter, but she was a concubine's daughter, so she couldn't be included in the family tree. Therefore, she had to take her birth mother's surname and was given a very random name. In fact, if she was just a concubine's daughter, it wouldn't be so serious, but the concubine was a Southern Qiang woman, whom Yan Guang had taken in when he was stationed in the west. At first, she was just a servant, but later, somehow, she became pregnant with a child.
Mo Chunhua is a person with an open-minded temperament. She inherited the simplicity and directness unique to the Southern Qiang people, and also picked up some of her father's arrogance as a natural born person. Although her life was very impoverished, she lived out the flavor of a "princess".
She was determined to help her father, learning skills from various doctors and shamans, hoping to get a military position in the future so she could go to war with her father. Of course, Yan Guang had no such plans. He had always worried about his daughter's marriage, so it was unexpected that he had let her come with him this time.
The emperor had sent away his precious doctor from the Qu family for some unknown reason. Where could he find another reliable person in this barbaric land? Although he was reluctant, Yan Guang finally brought Mo Chunhua to the camp.
However, the emperor did not use it, but Xiao Nanhui caught up with it.
She looked down at the bandaged area on her thigh and felt a little itchy, perhaps because the wound was beginning to heal.
She subconsciously reached out to grab it, but before she stretched out her hand halfway, she was slapped in the face with a loud "slap".
The instigator didn't even look at her, and continued to break the cake in his hand calmly.
Xiao Nanhui rubbed the back of his hand embarrassedly.
It turned out that she was used to being arrogant in front of that pretty boy Hao Bai, and now her retribution came. She actually met a guy with a bad temper, a little cuckoo. Even if the shrike was here, he probably wouldn't be her match.
Apart from her bad temper and unwillingness to add fuel to her fire, Mo Chunhua was quite nice to her.
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