Seeing that he had admitted his mistake, Zheng Quchi "magnanimously" helped him up and said in a gentle tone, "I was a little anxious, so I spoke rather bluntly. Please forgive me."
The deputy general was hardly worthy of Zheng Quchi's "politeness".
"No, no, no... Madam, please come with me."
After being "educated" by the deputy general, his attitude completely changed. He became extremely respectful and trembling, bowing low as he led the way for him.
Fu Rong, who was watching the play with great interest, suddenly felt a force pulling on the helmet he was holding, and instinctively hugged it tighter to protect it.
This belongs to the general's wife; it must not be dropped or broken.
"Fu Rong, why did you steal my helmet?" Zheng Quchi asked in an unfriendly tone.
Could it be that he's taken a liking to her armor, which combines practicality and style? No way, it was tailor-made for her; he couldn't possibly wear it.
Fu Rong then woke up with a start.
"I...hehe..." He chuckled dryly, quickly let go, and then, remembering something, asked, "Madam, have you eaten? I was just about to deliver food to the soldiers at the front. Let's go together."
It's almost dark, and this truce will probably last until tomorrow, since fighting in the dark is no good for anyone.
eat?
Zheng Quchi immediately turned his head, stared at the dozens of iron pots smoking over the earthen stoves not far away, and asked, "Was the supplies for going up the mountain transported by the black bear carts I brought from Shengjing?"
Fu Rong didn't understand the meaning behind her sudden question, so he could only tell the truth: "Yeah...can't we use it?"
“No, I just wanted to say…it’s very good.” Zheng Quchi smiled and pursed his lips.
"Yeah?"
Fu Rong observed her expression and felt that the smile the lady was showing at this moment seemed to contain many layers of meaning, but he couldn't understand any of them.
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