Traveling through troubled times: Princess disguises herself as a man and becomes a soldier to earn

When the group returned to the barracks, it was already dark.

Wu Yong thought that there should be a welcoming party today, so he might as well relax first, and check out the military camp tomorrow so he can go back and report to the Prime Minister. It would be at least a contribution, so he could make up for his mistakes.

Unexpectedly, the guard took him into a small tent and... left him alone.

When asked, he would just say, "Sir, when the Major General has made all the arrangements, he will come to call you over for dinner. Don't worry, just wash up and wait."

Wu Yong's face looked unhappy, he always felt something was wrong. The officers who had come to escort grain before said that the treatment here, even if not as good as that in the capital, should not be so bad.

No, he must do it at night. Let the Mo family arrange a woman for him. He has been feeling suffocated on the journey. If there is no woman, there must be a man. A good-looking one will do.

Alas, delivering food is not a job for humans. He will not come here again in the future, wuwu...

On the other side, Mo Yuan had people deliver the food into the city. His eyes moved as he looked at Gongzi Yu standing beside him. He stretched out his hand and pointed, "You go and deliver the food. Be sure to hand it over to Grandfather in person. The day of war is not far away."

"This general will send the annoying officials away as soon as possible so that grandfather can start the action. We must win this battle."

Gongzi Yu stood up, accepted the order, and walked out.

Mo Yuan sat in a chair processing official documents. When he finished, it was already late. He rubbed his swollen and painful brows and clapped his hands.

After the guard came in, he said respectfully, "Major General, I wonder what you want to tell me."

"Is the food ready in the kitchen?"

"In reply to the general, Wang Dashan said he was ready, but he saw that the young general was busy, so he didn't come in to disturb him."

Mo Yuan waved his hand and said, "Well, serve the food. Go and call Lord Wu and Wang Xiaosan."

"……Yes"

The guard walked out, thinking that the dwarf was really lucky to be so valued by the major general that the general even remembered to bring him along when receiving the minister who delivered grain. It was really enviable.

When the two were invited, one of them looked at the dishes on the table and his eyes glowed green.

Jiang Li didn't blink. The young general was a very good person. He even invited her to dinner when entertaining guests. He was such a good person. In the last days, there were only a few people who could treat people to dinner. To be able to do that, one had to have a certain status.

How could she be so worthy to eat meat every day? If her friends knew about this, they would be so envious and jealous.

Mo Yuan saw that his eyes were rolling around, looking very lively, which was inconsistent with his rigid face. However, he had observed him carefully while riding a horse before, and there was no sign of disguise at all, which made him very puzzled.

Forget it, I’ll think about it later if I can’t figure it out. The most important thing now is to entertain the grain transport officials and send them away as soon as possible so that they don’t get in the way here.

Wu Yong sat down, looked around, and frowned: "Major General, isn't there a singing girl here?"

"...No, there is not even a woman in the military camp. Where did the singing girl come from? Sir Wu, do you want a singing girl to accompany you?"

"Ha, I'm just asking casually, I don't mean anything else."

He lowered his eyes, and instantly lost the desire to continue eating. He had worked hard along the way, and in the end all the good food was taken away by the major general. He was almost struck to death by lightning. He was feeling depressed and wanted to find a woman to relieve his boredom.

As a result, this place is quieter than a Buddhist temple, not even a female was seen...

Jiang Li looked at the table full of dishes and kept swallowing his saliva, feeling very greedy.

Mo Yuan said, "Sir Wu, the commander and his men are in the city, a little far from here, so I'm afraid they can't come over, but they told me to entertain Sir Wu well."

"Come, have a taste and see if the food in Beihuang is to your liking."

Wu Yong stared at the dishes on the table without any appetite. After all, this was a barren land. What was this? No one would eat it even if it was fed to pigs. It could not be compared with the exquisite dishes in the capital.

I didn't want to refuse him, so I just took two bites and stopped eating.

Mo Yuan saw this and said, "Master Wu, it seems that the food is not to your taste. I wonder what you would like. After all, you have worked hard to deliver food from afar. As long as you ask, I will do whatever I can."

While they were talking, Jiang Li buried his head in eating, he was so happy.

Go ahead and tell me, if you don’t eat, all the food is mine. People who have never been hungry will never understand the value of food. Alas, you don’t know how to appreciate what you have.

Just as I was eating happily, a voice came from the opposite side.

"I see that this centurion has a petite figure and his skin is a little dirty, but his facial features are delicate. How about performing and singing a song?"

Mo Yuan followed his gaze and looked at the man who was busy eating. He frowned subconsciously and was about to refuse when he heard it.

"Okay, I like singing, but the adults are sure that I should sing. But if someone dies, you can't ask me to pay for it."

She had to be frank; she didn't want to be held accountable afterwards.

Jiang Li raised her head and looked at him with shining eyes. She was not good at singing but loved it. However, no one could appreciate her voice. Every time she sang loudly in the last days, she would be beaten by her comrades.

She didn't understand why it was so unpleasant.

When Mo Yuan heard this, his eyelids jumped. He felt that something was going to happen, so he raised his hand and was about to stop it.

Then Wu Yong said cheerfully: "It's alright, just sing your song. Can you make someone die by singing a song?"

He turned his head and looked at Mo Yuan: "Major General, you don't have any objections, do you?"

He silently put down his hand: "...No, since Lord Wu insists, then Xiao San, you sing a song, a little... restrained, don't be too wanton."

Jiang Li put down his chopsticks, stood on the stool, and cleared his throat: "Ahem, let me sing a song called 'The River Flows Eastward'. It's a very high-pitched song. You will like it."

"Oh, I like it anyway."

Wu Yong clapped his hands, and became more interested. "Yes, the river flows eastward. The name sounds majestic and impressive. Very good."

"The Major General's barracks are really full of talented people."

Mo Yuan's eyes deepened, and he looked at him silently: "No, it's not as good as the capital, but it's still okay for a try."

As soon as the two finished speaking, Jiang Li sang with all his heart: "The river flows eastward, the stars in the sky..."

As Wu Yong listened, his face twisted and he covered his ears unconsciously. But the voice was still like a devil's sound, drilling into his brain, and he began to feel dizzy.

My heart felt like it was being scratched by a cat, neither up nor down. It was so uncomfortable that I couldn't bear it anymore and slammed it on the table.

He yelled, "That's enough! Stop it! Stop singing! Someone is going to die! My chest hurts so much! I can't take it anymore! Call... call the military doctor."

There was a commotion and the people were carried out.

Mo Yuan looked at the man who was still standing there with an innocent look in his eyes. He felt it was wrong to blame him or not to blame him, so he sighed.

"Xiao San, please sit down and eat. You sing very well, but..."

Jiang Li looked at him with anticipation. She knew that there must be someone who could appreciate her song, and the young general was a connoisseur.