I'm a professional

Yan Ling took the man to his tent.

Clean and tidy, nothing superfluous.

Bai Mu raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised.

After all, Yanling gives the impression that he is the kind of boy who "makes his room into a mess".Coupled with the coy look on the other side's face before welcoming him in, this appearance made Bai Mu think a lot.

As a result...it was really surprising to see how clean it was when I came in.

It seems that Yan Ling relaxed a lot because he had reached his own boundary, and introduced him a little bit——

In fact, there is nothing to introduce, a table, a longbow hanging on the wall, and some clothes, and the armor is piled up in the corner of the tent...

...and then there's the bed.

Speaking of this, Yan Ling's face turned red again after finally regaining his original color.

Yan Ling originally planned to say "Let's squeeze together", but when she saw that pretty face, she couldn't say the words immediately.

He also knows about some things in the military, and he has no intentions, but sharing a bed with someone like this, he always feels...the filthy person is innocent...

"Innocent" ah...

Yan Ling glanced sideways again, and somehow, her eyes fell on the slender neck.

Going down again, turning around along the collar, a little doubt emerged in his mind: Is his body... so white?

Realizing what she was thinking, Yan Ling's whole body was on fire.

——Don't, don't think about it! !

But the more restrained he is, the more he can't help but let his thoughts fly. All kinds of pictures flashed in his mind, mixed with real and fake...

Even the erotic pictures that I accidentally saw before slipped around in my mind.

But the face inside was replaced by...

When the nasal cavity became hot, something trickled down.

Bai Mu took a step forward in astonishment, and stretched out his hand.

Yanling backed away again and again, avoiding Bai Mu with a look of horror, as if Bai Mu had suddenly turned into some kind of scourge.

Bai Mu:?

Although he was puzzled, he still said, "You..."

Just as he uttered this word, the other party jumped away and hurriedly said, "I'm going to find Big Brother!"

Then, like burning his butt, he ran away.

Bai Mu: ...

Dude, you got a nosebleed.

He didn't even dare to imagine how big of a commotion this person would cause when he ran out with blood all over his face.

... Yan Xiao didn't think he had beaten someone, did he?

In the tent, inkstones have already started to be tidied up, blankets are laid out, incense burners are placed...

Bai Mu held him down, shook his head and said, "No rush."

Mo Yan plausibly said, "Master, don't think it's still early, it will be night after a little bit of busy work, we are all planning to stay now, we can't make it as easy as before..."

Bai Mu shook his head, "We don't live here."

Mo Yan said "Ah?", puzzled, "But that young master said just now..."

He paused, as if he "understood" his master's concerns.

His tone suddenly became sour, but he still pulled himself together and comforted him: "Master, Moyan knows that you have never been wronged..."

"Don't say it's you, it's just the little one. Ever since I came to serve you, I haven't lived such a life of being squeezed into a room..."

"It's so hard here, and there are still pieces of wood on the table... What kind of waste is that material? Even the rough servants in our mansion can't use it..."

Mo Yan wiped away tears while talking.

Bai Mu: "..."

No, why are you still wronged?

Mo Yan over there choked for a long time, finally regained his senses, and persuaded: "Master...be patient, we who live under the fence...have to be wronged..."

"...If you really don't like sharing a room with someone, treat that person as a night watchman..."

"..."

Bai Mu was silent for a while, and finally figured out the logic from his topsy-turvy narration, and first handed over a handkerchief, "Wipe first..."

Mo Yan took it flattered.

Bai Mu went on to explain, "I don't mean to be disgusted."

Mo Yan choked, nodded slowly, with a look of "Don't tell me, I understand".

Bai Mu: ...

No, you don't understand.

Yanling's tent is almost in the center of the entire camp. Although I don't know where the main tent is, it shouldn't be far away.

The two of them "people from the imperial court" blatantly stamped their foreheads, it's no wonder Yan Xiao let them live here.

……

Sure enough, the two didn't stay for a while, and a scribe came in.Unlike those soldiers who were almost overflowing with vigilance, this scribe's attitude was very peaceful. After apologizing, he quickly arranged a new residence for the two of them.

A single tent was, as expected, at the very edge of the camp.

He explained some of the rules in the camp in detail, "Beat the drum at the fifth watch, every camp wakes up in the morning..."

"...the number of people to be counted... go to the camp to buy..."

"If you two need it, you can tell the soldiers one day in advance..."

"..."

"After the Chinese army beats the drums, put out the fire and lights... If you two have other matters, don't leave the account..."

"..."

After being treated coldly for a whole day, the actions of this literati surnamed Lin greatly boosted Moyan's favorability. When he sent someone out, he already addressed him as "Mr. Lin".

Seeing this, Bai Mu couldn't help shaking his head: Stupid boy... that's the kind of person that is scary.

I sold you and let you count the money yourself...

Lin Xunyi returned to the main account.

Yan Xiao was holding a small flag, standing in front of the sand table, thinking about something.

Seeing someone come in with the curtain lifted, he put the flag in and asked, "How is it?"

Lin Xunyi shook his head and smiled wryly, "Drip does not leak."

Yan Xiao was not surprised, he would have doubted if he had found out the depth so quickly.

"Not urgent……"

He turned sideways, his eyes fell on the map on the side, his fingers flicked along the black line, and finally stopped on the black spot in the capital, and smiled softly, "It's urgent, it's not us."

……

Bai Mu was actually not in a hurry.

If he was the little emperor's confidant, he would certainly be uneasy in the "enemy camp" right now.

But he is going to turn against the water...

In the future on the owner's site, why should he be nervous?

Relax, just like your own home...

——He comforted Mo Yan in this way, but it had little effect.

This young man had a sad face every day, as if Bai Mu had suffered some great grievances.The eyelids are still swollen every now and then, and she must have cried secretly at night.

Bai Mu was actually quite happy, if it wasn't for the limitations of his personality, he would have looked up to the sky and laughed three times to show his joy.

I am far away from that little bastard in the capital, so I don't have to rack my brains to play with people, and I don't have to think about how to get entangled with those old foxes in Beijing.

The sky is blue and the water is clear...

Although the living conditions are limited, this is simply the most comfortable time he has spent in this world.Therefore, in just half a month, the flesh on my body has grown several catties.

Bai Mu touched his sagging stomach, feeling that he couldn't go down like this.

You know, a fat man weighing more than 200 kilograms can't support the character "Zhilan Yushu"!

— It's time for him to exercise.

Just as he was thinking about it, strands of fragrance came in through his nostrils, Bai Mu followed the smell, and he saw Moyan with a cattail fan beside the campfire, with a small iron pot on it, bubbling and bubbling, While the milky white soup is tumbling, the fish inside is faintly visible.

Bai Mu: Only when you are full can you exercise strength!

"This fish... was sent by General Xiaoyan again?"

To say that Bai Mu lives here is thanks to Yan Ling's care.

This kid would give him an extra meal every now and then, and run away after leaving his things behind, as if there was a monster chasing after him, making people dumbfounded.

This time Mo Yan shook his head, "It's Wang Shichang..."

Bai Mu:?

He searched his memory for a long time, but he couldn't find anyone surnamed Wang.

"He said about the letter he wrote last time, thank you." When he mentioned this, Bai Mu remembered it.

I had no intention of listening to people talking that day, and a few soldiers were discussing to pool money to go to Jishang to find a gentleman to write a letter.

Bai Mu happened to be idle during this time, so he took advantage of the situation and offered to help.

It seems that it is not easy to reveal family affairs in front of the "enemy". Although those people agreed, they didn't say a few words in the end.All of them were blushing and had thick necks, and the sentences added up didn't fill a sheet of letter paper, and they weren't enough for Bai Mu to study...

Bai Mu didn't take it very seriously, but he didn't expect to be rewarded.

……

For the next few days, Bai Mu saw someone poking around outside his camp. He was about to ask, but Mo Yan stopped him.

During the time in the barracks, Mo Yan was not afraid to speculate on this group of people with the greatest malice. He stopped Bai Mu, took a kitchen knife and gestured twice, trying to pin it to his waist.

Bai Mu felt ashamed, "No, they have no malicious intentions."

Mo Yan had an expression of "Master, you are so kind", sighed and shook his head, and then turned to say solemnly: "...It is necessary to guard against others."

Bai Mu: "..."

"At least put down the knife...it's easy to hurt people."

Mo Yan paused, seeing the blood, it seemed that they were at a loss...

He nodded, "Master is still thoughtful..."

He thought about putting down the knife, and then picked up a stick.

Bai Mu: No... I didn't mean that...

There is one thing to say, in the entire barracks, in terms of combat effectiveness, Moyan is probably at the bottom of the food chain.

With a knife?This is to ask others to cut him, right?

Mo Yan went over aggressively, and finally came back with a basket of eggs, with a look of doubt and confusion, obviously not knowing what happened.

Seeing this situation, Bai Mu knew it well.

He asked: "Look, do we still have paper here?"

After getting the master's order, Mo Yan immediately put the confusion behind her, let out a quick "ah", and hurried to check.

After a while, he came out with a stack of papers and said, "Is there still a lot? Master, do you want to practice calligraphy?"

Bai Mu shook his head, "Don't use it urgently, let's put it away first."

……

Mo Yan didn't know why, but as a servant, he just needs to be obedient. If he understands everything, what else does he need the master to do? He will do it swiftly.

However, the next day...

Mo Yan could only wish to strangle himself to death the day before.

The young master of his family knelt in front of the table, raised his hand to hold the pen, and held the wide sleeve with the other hand, revealing a thin and white wrist, which was dazzlingly bright in the dimly lit tent.

A good-looking person looks good no matter what he does.

But in Mo Yan's heart, when his master looks the best, it must be when he is holding a pen.

Splendid articles, full of haze...

There seems to be something deeper and farther hidden in the square inch of that paper.

instead of like now...

……

…………

"Only greeting parents? Is there anything else to say?"

Mo Yan listened to his master's gentle inquiry.

The other party's answer was a bit stuttering, and the accent was mixed with some local accents, "Uh... um... and... my wife... I... I... miss her... I think... "

Moyan:!

He accidentally knocked over a candlestick on one side.

The master of his family, under the tutelage of Mr. Qing Yuan, is excellent in both calligraphy and painting, and is the best in poetry and prose... All the sons of the capital are second to none!

One, word, thousand, gold! ! !

Now reduced to writing this kind of stuff? !The reward is... a basket of eggs? ! ! !