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

Mo Yuan said solemnly: "Yes, Grandfather, your grandson will always keep it in mind. What should we do with Xiao San now? Should we send her back or keep her here for the time being?"

"Stay here for now. If anything happens, it will be more convenient to call Bai Lao at any time."

"Also, he's covered in blood, so he should change his clothes."

Seeing that his grandson was fine, Mo Qian felt relieved. He remembered that he still had some important matters to deal with, so he decided to go back and deal with them before coming back.

"Then you should take good care of yourself. I have to go and deal with the battlefield."

Mo Yuan nodded and said, "Thank you, Grandfather. Old Bai, why don't you go to the next tent to rest? If there is any need, I will invite you to come over."

"Okay, I'll take my leave."

Seeing that everyone had left, Mo Yuan got out of bed and looked at the arm that had been injured. There was only a little blood stain left, and the wound was completely healed. It was truly miraculous.

He quickly put on his clothes and took out from the box the clothes he wore as a child. After comparing them, he felt that Wang Xiaosan could wear them, so he sat on the edge of the bed and took off his coat.

As the clothes were taken off, revealing the white lining underneath, his hand was on the belt, ready to untie it.

Jiang Li's eyelashes trembled and he slowly opened his eyes.

She gradually regained consciousness and looked at the man in front of her, who was seriously unbuttoning his clothes. She was instantly startled and subconsciously slapped him, sending him flying.

Mo Yuan rolled over to the ground and looked up in confusion, only to see that the man had put on his clothes and was looking at him warily, as if he were a lecher.

"Xiao San, you're awake. Don't get me wrong. I just wanted to help you change your bloodstained clothes, and thank you for saving me."

He finished speaking quickly, fearing that if he was a step slower, he would be beaten again.

Jiang Li came back to his senses and saw that he looked serious. He felt that he had overreacted just now. He wondered if he was suspicious. He should... not be so sensitive. There was not even a female in the military camp.

Thinking of this, I feel a lot more at ease.

"Um, Major General, are you okay? I'm sorry, I have a bit of a quirk. If someone gets too close to me when I'm confused, I will subconsciously fight back."

"I didn't mean to slap you away, it's okay."

Mo Yuan blushed for a moment, out of pure embarrassment. Who knew that this guy, after losing so much blood, could still be so powerful.

"It's okay, take this dress back and change into it. I've never worn it before, it's new."

Jiang Li took a look and reached out to take it. She just needed clothes made of good material. The one wrapped around her chest was made of linen, which was very uncomfortable and caused her some allergies. She preferred a softer fabric like this.

"Thank you, Major General. If there is nothing else, I will go back first."

After speaking, he ran away.

Mo Yuan glanced at his back and the corners of his mouth twitched. He was so scary, just like seeing a ghost. Why was he running so fast?

I twisted my fingers and couldn't help thinking of the smooth and soft touch when I touched his shoulder before. How could a man's body be so soft...

While he was thinking, someone came to the door and asked him to deal with some things. His thoughts were interrupted. Mo Yuan sighed and could only suppress his doubts in his heart for the time being.

That kid has a lot of secrets. When the time comes, people will know them. It is useless to explore too much now. It is enough to know that he has good intentions towards the Mohist School.

Jiang Li ran all the way back to the tent, looked behind him, and let out a long sigh of relief. Then he felt dizzy. He closed his eyes and sat on the edge of the bed for a long time before he felt better.

When I recovered, I felt so hungry that I felt dizzy and uncomfortable.

He lowered the curtain, took out food from the space, and ate it with big mouthfuls. When he felt less dizzy, he asked someone to bring him hot water. He simply washed up and fell asleep.

On the other side, inside the barbarian main camp, there was laughter and joy.

Hu Hao, who was sitting in a high position, laughed loudly: "Well, this is a good move. Compared to killing the old marshal of Qi State, it is more appropriate to kill this major general."

"Among the Mo family's generals, the only ones who pose a threat to the barbarians are General Mo Ang and Major General Mo Yuan. As for Mo Ang's second son Mo Lin, he is a brainless person and is not to be feared."

"Now that Mo Yuan has been killed in one fell swoop, the old man Mo Qian is nothing to be afraid of. As for Mo Ang, hehe, after all the pain of losing his son, I don't believe he can pull himself together."

"The Mohist School is completely finished, and Qi State will be in the hands of the barbarians, haha."

The crowd in the audience echoed: "The general is wise."

Hu Hao also raised his glass: "Come, let us celebrate in advance the upcoming victory, and for the future of the barbarians, let's drink to the razor-sharp Qi Kingdom."

"Urgent report!!"

"Who is looking for trouble at this time?"

A military advisor in white heard this and whispered, "General, since it's an urgent report, you should take a look at it. What if it's the news of Mo Yuan's death? Calculating the time, it's almost time."

When Hu Hao heard this, he immediately sat up straight and said happily, "Yes, the military advisor is right. Come in."

One of them knelt on the ground and saluted, then said respectfully, "General, the spies from the Mohist Army reported back that... Mo Yuan has woken up and is still fine. He doesn't look like he's dying at all."

With a bang, the wine glass fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

Everyone in the audience was silent, there was dead silence, no one dared to bring bad luck at this time.

There was a flash of silver light, and a head rolled off the stage. It could be none other than the soldier who delivered the message.

Hu Hao's eyes were full of ferocity as he slammed the table, "Good, very good. This general doesn't believe it. Could it be that Mo Yuan was protected by God and survived even after being pierced through the heart? Damn it..."

Glancing at the singing and dancing singers below the stage, he became more and more impatient: "Enough, stop singing, it's unlucky, get out."

The singer was so frightened that she trembled all over and retreated with her back bent. Soon, only a dozen or so aides were left in the tent. Seeing that they said nothing, Hu Hao became even angrier.

"Saha, didn't you say before that this plan was foolproof? Then what's going on now? Could it be that Mo Yuan is faking his death?!"

The man named Saha, with a strong build, lowered his head like a child who had been wronged. His body was trembling slightly. He dared not say a word, nor look up.

The general has always been cruel, and this is especially the case at this time, when he is most dangerous. Anyone who dares to offend him at this time must be thinking of losing his head.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Hu Hao felt more and more suffocated because he couldn't vent the pent-up anger in his heart. He immediately went to the military brothel camp, and soon he could hear the roars of men and the screams of women.

After a long time, the man left with a satisfied look on his face, leaving only an ambiguous smell in the tent, and a female corpse that had been tortured and covered with bruises, and had long since died, with blood all over her thighs.

The clothes were torn to pieces, and the person in charge of cleaning up could not bear it, so he buried the body.