Pei Yan took a long step and crossed the screen in the blink of an eye.
Song Huan turned his head away and didn't look at him.
She wanted to teach this guy a lesson and not indulge his habit of doing whatever he wants when he disagrees with something.
Jin Yue's eyes cautiously shifted between the two of them, and then she quietly left the tent.
"Madam, do you want to go back home?"
Pei Yan approached Song Huan and thought for a moment before saying, "Do you mind what the Fourth Prince said yesterday?"
"……"Um?
What did the Fourth Prince say about her yesterday?
Song Huan frowned and thought for a moment.
Eh? That's not right.
I almost got tricked by this guy.
She was leaving the barracks because he was mad at her, wasn't he? What did it have to do with the Fourth Prince?
Song Huan almost wanted to retort, but thinking of the decision she had just made, she pursed her lips and said nothing.
Pei Yan saw that Song Huan had been turning her head away and not even looking at him. His expression suddenly darkened and his voice turned cold: "Who are you thinking about, my lady?"
Upon hearing this, Song Huan turned his head and glanced at Pei Yan.
She wanted to glare at him, but when she turned around and saw his clothes, she was stunned.
This guy is actually wearing moon-white clothes?
There are also faint bamboo leaf patterns embroidered with silver thread on the collar and cuffs?
“…”
This simple and exquisite style is not Pei Yan at all.
This guy used to like dark clothes, black was standard and gray was always available.
Even when she occasionally wears light-colored clothes, they always have a black and gray tone.
Of course, there is nothing wrong with these colors, but if you use them every day, they will inevitably seem a bit depressing and dull.
But... cough.
Who gave Pei Yanyan such an unparalleled handsome face?
So even though Song Huan occasionally thought this guy dressed like a dull old-fashioned person, as soon as he saw him… he instantly felt that what he wore was completely unimportant. He had no principles.
Thinking of this, Song Huan slowly shifted his gaze to Pei Yan's face, only to see that his hair was combed differently from usual, with his black hair half tied up and half loose, giving him a somewhat free and elegant look.
But why would she dress like this for no reason?
When something is abnormal, there must be something wrong.
Song Huan looked at it silently for a few more times, and then a strong sense of vigilance rose in his eyes, "I've never seen you wear this kind of clothes before?"
When Song Huan asked this question, the gloomy mood in Pei Yan disappeared in an instant.
It turned out that his wife cared about him so much that she even took note of what clothes he wore every day.
"Ahem. It seems that the clothes were made last spring. I can't remember clearly." Pei Yan's face flushed red, and he felt a little uncomfortable, but there was an unconcealable surprise in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.
Song Huan: “…”
Stay calm. Don't be soft-hearted.
This guy is always like this, this "shy" look is just an illusion.
"Oh." Song Huan responded calmly.
After he finished speaking, he withdrew his gaze and controlled himself not to look at Pei Yan.
There's no way. The longer I look at her, the softer my heart becomes.
Seeing this, Pei Yan finally came to his senses and realized that something was wrong with Song Huan.
Huanhuan is so cold... Could it be that she doesn't want to pay attention to him?
Pei Yan couldn't help but glance through the screen towards the tent door curtain to confirm. There was no one around, and no one was approaching from outside the door curtain.
He whispered to Song Huan, "Madam...are you angry with me?"
Song Huan snorted softly.
Pei Yan understood that she was really angry with him.
I'm afraid he's angry... I asked for too much last night.
He coughed lightly, his face turning even redder: "Last night...I tired my wife out."
Song Huan: “…”
With this look, someone who didn't know would think she was bullying him...
Well, at least this guy realized his mistake.
With a helpless sigh, Song Huan compromised.
"You can't do what you did last night again, okay?" She patiently advised, like an old mother teaching her disobedient child.
"..." Pei Yan hesitated and did not agree to Song Huan immediately.
"Don't agree?"
Song Huan narrowed his eyes and said, "Then we should keep our distance from each other from now on. You can go back to your own tent and sleep at night."
Pei Yan felt a lump in his throat. That wouldn't do.
"...Agree." He looked at Song Huan, and the two words were obviously said reluctantly.
Song Huan tapped his chin in satisfaction, "Okay, you go out first, I should get up now."
Pei Yan frowned: "It's okay, my lady, just get up."
After a slight pause, he added, "I won't look at it, nor will I do anything to my lady."
Song Huan would never believe it.
Men's mouths are all lies.
She pursed her lips and smiled, "Please, my Lord, take a few steps and go to the low couch outside to rest first."
Song Huan was determined. Pei Yan stared at her for a long time, but she showed no intention of changing her mind.
As a last resort, he had to get up and walk to the couch.
But just as he sat down, a message came from outside the tent. The matter was urgent. Pei Yan said something to Song Huan and left in a hurry.
Song Huan looked at his back as he walked away quickly, feeling a little uneasy for a moment.
A few days ago, the Hu army retreated just as Pei Yan had expected.
This war, which was supposed to last a year, ended in less than two months, completely unexpectedly.
Song Huan had to reconsider a problem.
If Pei Yan could take the head of the Hu leader directly on the battlefield this time, then it should be possible in the original book as well...
But he didn't do that then...
Why?
Why didn't he do that?
Why do this today?
Song Huan sat at the desk thinking about this matter and did not leave the tent all day.
But until dark, she still couldn't come up with an answer that could reasonably explain all this.
Several possibilities flashed through her mind, but as soon as the thought arose, she rejected it.
Without a doubt.
All the changes happening around now are inseparable from her arrival.
A butterfly flaps its wings and creates a tornado.
But what Song Huan wanted to know was how many times did she, the butterfly, flap her wings... to allow Pei Yan to perform such a "tornado-like" operation of taking the enemy's head on the battlefield?
Alas, she knew too little about Pei Yan.
Song Huan raised his head and sighed, looking at the tent with flickering candlelight, feeling extremely dizzy.
She originally thought that Pei Yan's death would be three years from now, so she still had plenty of time.
But now it seems that there is not that much time left...
At this time, Qin Shi's voice outside the tent brought Song Huan back to his senses.
She thought it was time, and the people from the army kitchen brought dinner. She was about to agree to let them in, but suddenly she heard Pei Shen's voice, "Madam, I am ordered by the master to ask you to go to the central army tent."
Song Huan: “…” Hmm?
This wave of operations is so confusing.
Why did Pei Yan ask her to go to the central military tent for no reason?
"Did the Marquis ask me to come?" Song Huan couldn't help asking, "Did he tell you anything?"
Pei Shen outside the tent seemed to be silent for a moment, and then he said, "Master, you have something to tell me."
Song Huan asked anxiously, "What?"
Pei Shen: "Master...I want you to bring him a cloak."
Song Huan: “???”
Is she hallucinating?
What is this guy doing?
The author has something to say: Jinjin: I was too sleepy yesterday and didn’t finish writing the second chapter. I bow and apologize like the little angels...
Of course, the apology needs to be more realistic. This chapter will be given 500 words, and the text will be revised and the word count will be increased at 3 pm tomorrow.
ps: Today’s update will not be less, and tomorrow there will be 6,000 words to make up for today’s update!
Thank you to the little angels who cast the tyrant votes or irrigated the nutrient solution for me~ Thank you to the little angels who irrigated the [nutrient solution]:
20 bottles of 20436493; Theresa 10 bottles; Hey Hey 6 bottles; Fat Cat Outing, Wangxian 5 bottles; Cat's Eye Stone 2 bottles; Tuantuan Little Prince, 32456054 1 bottle; Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
