His shoulders trembled incessantly from the effort to endure the pain, like withered branches swaying in the wind.
They had all firmly believed that Princess Qingyun was omnipotent, whether in her dominance on the battlefield or her strategic planning in the camp.
She had always handled things with ease, but she never expected to stumble so badly over such a small matter as cooking. At this moment, she could only desperately suppress her laughter, afraid that the princess might discover it if she wasn't careful.
General An Yuan heard the commotion from a short distance away and, piqued by curiosity, hurried over.
He was tall and strong, with a lithe figure, and his military uniform looked even more heroic in the snow.
Upon closer inspection, his originally serious and stern face instantly crumbled, and he grinned, bursting into laughter.
Princess Qingyun had tried roasting meat during a hunt in the hunting grounds, but it ended in failure.
Unexpectedly, he still hasn't given up and is challenging again. He truly has a stubborn streak of not giving up, which is quite endearing.
Hearing the suppressed laughter rising and falling around her, Qin Qianluo felt her face burning and was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to do.
She hurriedly put down the "charcoal" in her hand, her eyes darting around, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes, then quickly letting go, pretending to be busy.
She straightened the wrinkles in her cloak and touched the accessories at her waist, as if the ridiculous scene had never happened, trying to hide her embarrassment.
When the soldiers saw Princess Qingyun's little actions, they first looked at each other in surprise, and as their eyes met, the corners of their mouths twitched uncontrollably.
Finally, unable to contain themselves any longer, they burst into laughter.
The laughter, like a surging wave, instantly broke through the restrained dam and echoed freely in the empty camp.
Several young soldiers were laughing so hard they were doubled over, clutching their stomachs with both hands, their bodies bent like shrimp, their facial muscles contorted from laughing so hard, and their eyes narrowed into slits.
Some even stomped their feet in laughter, the snow crunching under their feet and kicking up white sprays of snow. Their faces were as red as ripe apples, and veins bulged on their foreheads.
Qin Qianluo felt as if her cheeks were being burned by a raging fire, the heat spreading all the way to her ears, making her feel flustered and confused.
Overwhelmed with shyness, she resembled a frightened fawn, hurriedly lowering her head and instinctively clutching the hem of her clothes before quickly disappearing into the tent, leaving behind only a flustered silhouette.
Inside the tent, the dim candlelight flickered, casting dappled shadows on the tent walls, as if secretly observing this little farce.
Qin Qian sat on the simple bed frame, breathing heavily, her chest heaving.
The blush on her face lingered for a long time, her delicate features now appearing as if bathed in the glow of the sunset, her eyes sparkling with annoyance and embarrassment.
Murong Yan and her sisters were stunned by the sudden scene and stood there dumbfounded.
Behind them was a forest covered in snow, the branches bent low by the weight of the snow. Occasionally, a few crows would be startled by the laughter and flap their wings as they flew into the leaden sky.
Murong Yan's mouth was slightly open, her eyes wide open, full of surprise. Her cherry-like mouth looked as if an egg could fit inside, and her slender eyebrows were raised high.
After a while, as they came to their senses, a faint, irrepressible smile rose in their hearts.
Unexpectedly, this seemingly imposing young general is actually quite adorable and innocent in real life.
As for his cooking skills, they were truly astonishing, and I dare not offer any praise whatsoever.
A woman raised her hand to gently cover her mouth, her eyes and brows showing barely suppressed laughter. Her eyes curved into crescent shapes, and two shallow dimples appeared on her fair face.
The other person's shoulders trembled slightly as he tried to suppress his laughter, his nose twitched gently, and his face turned slightly red from holding it in.
Because of this amusing incident, Murong Yan and the others, along with Hua Lingxiao's family and subordinates, relaxed and became more at ease.
This seemingly insignificant incident clearly reveals the young general's kind and magnanimous nature.
In the surrounding campsites, campfires blazed, and sparks drifted in the wind, mingling with the swirling snowflakes.
Faced with the soldiers' unrestrained laughter and mockery, the young general could only shake his head helplessly, a bitter smile on his lips, his bright eyes filled with only embarrassment and a hint of helplessness.
From the young general's calm and composed reaction, everyone could deeply feel the generosity, tolerance, and simple folk customs of the Tianxuan Kingdom.
This country must be a place full of warmth and kindness, and its customs and traditions must be as beautiful as a poem or painting.
This understanding intensified everyone's curiosity about the Tianxuan Kingdom, and made them feel more relaxed and at ease, as if they were under the warm spring sun.
This little anecdote was like a shooting star streaking across the sky, fleeting and ephemeral.
After a brief rest, the army resumed its journey back to the capital, steadily advancing towards the city.
At that time, the sky was shrouded in gloom, and the lead-gray clouds were like towering mountains, pressing heavily on the horizon, as if they could collapse at any moment.
In a moment, fine snowflakes began to fall, fluttering down like a group of fairies in white dresses dancing lightly in the air.
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