Most of the tents in the military camp are used for marching. They are divided into garrisons, squads, teams, and soldiers in sequence. Each small camp is under the management of a different large camp, and they are clearly arranged when marching and stationed.
At the boundary between Guangyao Camp and Heiyu Camp, there was a noticeably extra small tent. Now, from within that tent, the deep, melodious singing of a Southern Qiang woman could be heard, revealing a sense of leisurely and contented joy.
The most important thing in military life is to know how to "seize the good times."
This was the truth Mo Chunhua had grasped. In this rare good weather where she didn't have to worry about her clothes being blown away by the wind, she had to hurry and hang out everything she could.
As she was walking out with the last bundle of sheepskin mattresses in her arms, she bumped into someone head-on.
Because she was holding something in her hands, Mo Chunhua's center of gravity was a little unstable, and she fell to the ground with a thud. The rough sandy ground hurt her butt, and the sheepskin mattress was scattered all over the ground.
When she looked up, she saw Xiao Nanhui's face, which looked very melancholy.
Mo Chunhua exhaled through her nose: "Xiao Nanhui! Is there something stuck in your eyes?!"
After a while, there was no response from the other side. She got up and found that Xiao Nanhui had picked up the sheepskin on the ground and carried it into the tent.
Mo Chunhua lifted the curtain and followed closely behind. Seeing the back of the other person's head, she asked in surprise with her mouth half open: "You, what's wrong with your hair..."
Xiao Nanhui didn't have time to pay attention to her for the time being. He threw the sheepskin onto the couch and sat down on it with a worried look on his face.
After a while, Mo Chunhua finally closed her mouth, but a somewhat obscene expression appeared on her face.
"Oh, I see."
The other party's "Oh" sound was so long that Xiao Nanhui's ears felt hot.
She turned back angrily: "You know shit."
Mo Chunhua paid no attention to her counterattack, her eyes still shining. That was the light of gossip.
"Then tell me, why did you teach the emperor martial arts and his hair become tangled?"
Xiao Nanhui stroked the half piece of jade in his hand, feeling a little bitter in his heart.
"Let me ask you, were you taking care of the emperor's daily life earlier?"
"It took a while. Why are you asking?"
Xiao Nanhui opened and closed his fingers, opened and closed them again, and finally asked with difficulty, "Um... have you ever seen moon-white clothes among the emperor's regular clothes?"
Mo Chunhua rolled her eyes and looked up at the sky: "The emperor has so many clothes, how could I remember coming here?"
"Yeah." Someone sighed, "That's it."
"So what if it is, so what if it isn't? Why don't you explain it clearly?"
Explain clearly?
"I don't even know myself, how can I explain it to you?"
Xiao Nanhui felt a bit depressed, and besides that, a bit scared. She didn't understand what she was afraid of, but she felt that she couldn't dwell on the past, and she was especially reluctant to face the consequences of that thought.
She sat up from the couch and decided to change the subject.
"Did any letters arrive while I was away?"
Mo Chunhua was obviously dissatisfied with her previous answer and turned her head away: "No."
She refused to give up: "You haven't seen a single bird?"
Mo Chunhua quietly took a lock of Xiao Nanhui's hair and tied it viciously around her finger: "You should ask that guy named Lu about this."
She blinked and then remembered what happened before.
Since parting with Wu Xiaoliu and the others, Ye Xiao had not come to see her for a long time. She had also naturally lost contact with Shrike, Su Pingchuan and the others.
This is all thanks to Lu Songping.
The fighting on the front lines was intense, and the army had been frequently leaving camp in recent days. Lu Songping had strengthened the garrison at the royal tent, and all rules and regulations were becoming increasingly stringent. Even the use of hawks and harriers for delivering messages was banned, and military reports were now delivered exclusively by warhorse.
Xiao Nanhui was puzzled at first, but later he began to understand the reason.
It was rumored that a certain tribe of the Southern Qiang people were the descendants of the Kuyi clan and could understand the language of birds and beasts. Lu Songping was very suspicious, and coupled with his previous experience of hunting bats at night, he felt that any hidden dangers that might reveal the location of the royal tent must be eliminated at the root.
It was simply because he was so cautious. The emperor led the army in person and had no offspring. If anything happened to him, Tiancheng would be in chaos.
She thought again of the group of young ladies who had been sent to the palace by her supervision when she left Quecheng a few months ago. She wondered if the emperor had visited each of those beauties, sowed seeds and cultivated the fields diligently before he personally set out on the expedition.
Seeing that she had been silent for a long time, Mo Chunhua came closer.
"You finished your job so early, and you're free anyway, so why not teach me a few more moves?"
Xiao Nanhui glanced at her and pretended to be lazy: "I have nothing to do anyway, so I might as well lie down and take a nap."
Mo Chunhua looked at that smug face and was so angry that she grabbed the wool felt under his butt and pulled it hard: "Sleeping? I don't think you can sleep tonight!"
Xiao Nanhui felt a strong force coming at her and she sat down on the ground. Mo Chunhua looked at her triumphantly as she turned to leave. She stepped forward and grabbed the wool felt and took it away.
Although Mo Chunhua was very strong, she was not as good as her as she was a martial artist. After a stalemate, she was defeated. She was a little angry and reached out to pry Xiao Nanhui's wrist. As soon as she moved, something hit her palm.
“Ouch!”
She let go of her hand in pain. Xiao Nanhui raised his hand belatedly and remembered that he was still wearing a ring on his wrist. Mo Chunhua's hand had been pricked by the sharp protrusion on it.
"how?"
She felt a little sorry, but Mo Chunhua was angry and aggrieved.
"You damn woman, you only know how to bully me!"
Xiao Nanhui scratched his head and said in a voice as low as a mosquito's hum: "This was given by the emperor, it's not my fault."
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