While I was thinking, Wu Xiaoliu had already brought the golden baked naan to the table.
"I added cheese butter to this pancake, so it's best eaten hot."
The Shrike's eyes lit up, and he sat down at the table and started to tear the cake.
Su Pingchuan saw it, frowned and said nothing, and did not touch the dishes in front of him.
Xiao Nanhui had already withdrawn his thoughts. He glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and asked with concern, "Why don't you eat, Brother Pingchuan? Is this meal not to your liking?"
Su Pingchuan glanced at Shrike and said earnestly, "She is your maid. How can she eat at the same table with you?"
As soon as he said this, Xiao Nanhui knew that something bad was going to happen.
Sure enough, the next second, I heard the shrike's voice, like a broken gong, as high as the ceiling.
"Maid?!" Shrike's eyebrows and eyes twitched wildly on his lively face, like a few beans on a plate, and the crumbs at the corners of his mouth fell to the ground. "Which eye of yours could see that I am a maid?"
Su Pingchuan acted like a young master who wouldn't argue with a commoner, and turned back to her: "You're right, this maid's temper is really bad."
Xiao Nanhui only felt that two pairs of gazes instantly pierced her like two chopsticks.
She lowered her head and held her forehead, and mouthed to Su Pingchuan: Shut up, don't say anymore.
A certain young master finally relented and shut his mouth, stretched out his chopsticks and went straight to the roasted lamb leg that Shrike loved the most.
"Since you don't mind, I won't say anything more. Just eat a little."
There was only one roasted lamb leg, and the meat had to be cut with a knife before eating. Of course, Young Master Su was completely unaware of this; he thought he had only "taken a small amount" of food with his chopsticks, and he dignifiedly moved the entire lamb leg onto his plate.
The Shrike's eyes can already spit fire.
Xiao Nanhui quickly carried her out of the house before she turned into a fire-breathing dragon. Poor girl, she had only taken two bites of the pancake.
"Xiao Nanhui, you are a traitorous woman who betrays her master for personal gain..."
In the corridor outside the house, Shrike's loud voice dragged out a long tail, attracting the attention of several passing soldiers.
Xiao Nanhui covered the barking mouth with her hand and gnashed her teeth, "Ancestor! I beg you to keep your voice down. This is a military camp. Do you think you're in Aunt Dai's yard?" After a pause, she also became a little angry. "Who is the master and who is the servant? How could I betray my master and seek glory?"
Shrike pulled her claws away, snorted, and pouted: "That's betraying your servants for glory. In short, you've done me a great disservice. I've been guarding that godforsaken Tongcheng for so many days, passing on news and intelligence to you day and night, and even crossing mountains and rivers to meet these three idiots you picked up from who knows where. I've been both their father and their mother. Now that I've finally made it out, I have to suffer humiliation here..."
Xiao Nanhui glanced at her and continued indifferently, "When I was in the Black Feather Camp, I met an old acquaintance named Lu. He said he took in a man who was a big eater. He ate all the grapes in his camp and lived a very healthy life."
Shrike blinked, and her voice suddenly became thinner: "Actually, it's just... one string a day." She stretched out a short, thick finger, and then bent it unconfidently.
She looked at the finger and laughed in anger: "When you were eating a bunch of grapes a day, your master had his leg broken by someone."
Shrike lowered his head even lower: "...Who told you not to let me go with you? If the Marquis, the Marquis, asks..."
"He can't know about this." Xiao Nanhui decisively interrupted her.
Shrike was delighted at first, but then became very confused: "Don't let him know? Why don't you let him know? Have you done anything to let him down?"
She was a little anxious: "What do you mean by sorry for him?! It's just a broken leg. It's not something I haven't broken before. Besides, it's healed now. Why should I tell him again and make things worse?"
The Shrike said "Oh" and suddenly moved closer to look at her again.
"But why do I feel that you are a little different after coming back this time?"
Different? What's different?
The other party looked at her doubtfully, which made her feel a little nervous.
Her heart was pounding. Although she knew she hadn't done anything out of the ordinary, she felt a sense of guilt. Before she could even process the meaning of this, the Shrike had already looked away.
"Forget it, Hao Bai told me it must be because you kept too many men in that village in Bijiang. If I had known you were so hungry, I might as well have picked a few more from Yao Yi. At least I know them well enough."
Xiao Nanhui felt a surge of blood, and he just wanted to pluck the feathers of this unruly and talkative quail in front of him and stew it in the pot.
Shrike sensed her murderous intent and quickly climbed onto the wall.
After knowing that her secrets would not be revealed to Xiao Jun, her big head stood up again in high spirits, and from behind she looked like a winter melon that had become a spirit.
She was getting angry and wanted to chase him, but the injury on her waist was still painful, and the conversation just now made her unconsciously a little irritated, so she simply turned around and went in another direction.
She originally wanted to take a walk nearby, get some fresh air, and then go back to eat, but when she walked out of the corridor and into a courtyard, she saw the familiar stone table and stone bench at a glance.
She originally thought that this was some wealthy mansion of a local squire in Yanxi, but now she realized that this was the courtyard of the residence of the prefect Sun.
After wandering around for a few months, she returned here again.
However, times have changed, and the Sun Mansion no longer looks the same as it did before. The previous massacre left it in ruins. After the Tiancheng army moved in, they cleared out all the irrelevant debris, and the surroundings were as clean as a newly built mansion.
It’s a pity for the beautiful concubines of the prefect Sun. I don’t know what happened to them in the end.
She was sighing and strolling, and unconsciously walked a little further away. Just as she was about to turn around and go back home, a person suddenly jumped out in front of her.
"Greetings, Right General." The man stopped five steps away from her, then saluted respectfully, displaying his badge. He looked well-trained. "I am an assistant officer under Lieutenant Fufeng of the Yanchi Battalion. Lieutenant Ding sent me to summon you to the meeting room."
Ding Weixiang?
I'm afraid he's here with bad intentions, as he's come here.
Alarm bells rang in her heart, and she showed an awkward expression on her face. She used a third-rate excuse to evade, "Where is this meeting room? It sounds a bit far away. I just recovered from my injury, so it's not easy for me to move around..."
"It's not a big deal. I'll send someone to bring a sedan chair."
If she rode in a sedan chair and paraded through the city, she would not have to return to the military camp tomorrow.
Xiao Nanhui waved his hands repeatedly, almost ready to use a set of palm techniques: "How can this be done? I am just a little unwell, I will be fine after a few days of rest. If Lieutenant Ding has no urgent matters, we can come back another day..."
"It's urgent," the man interrupted her almost immediately, his tone still impeccable. "If you really don't want to leave, General, I can carry you there."
Brother, isn't it okay for me to scare you?
"I don't need to carry you on my back..." She forced a smile and tied the white cloth around her waist. "Then please lead the way."
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