How dare the cannon fodder be arrogant

The rabbit was ultimately doomed.

After all, when Zhuang Qingyue looked over eagerly, Xiao Lingfeng couldn't say no at all.

Eat... just eat it, and give someone else next time.

"Wait." Xiao Lingfeng said a word.

Then, under Zhuang Qingyue's expectant gaze, she carried the rabbit to the river.After knocking off the frozen surface, Xiao Lingfeng peeled and washed the rabbit clean, and finally buried the traces with snow.

Zhuang Qingyue propped her face and watched Xiao Lingfeng busy from a distance.

The eldest young master who stretched out his hands and opened his mouth when he was dressed, has always accepted being served well.

But for some reason, when the busy person turned into Xiao Lingfeng, he felt a little uncomfortable.

So he rolled up his sleeves and stood up. After looking around, he condescendingly picked up the branches and firewood.

This was the first time in his life that Mr. Zhuang, who had never touched the sun with his fingers, took the initiative to work.

Therefore, when Xiao Lingfeng came back with the rabbit in his left hand and the dead grass in his right arm, he saw such a scene:

The pampered eldest son slowly stretched out his toes to scratch in the snow twice, then raised his sleeves and carefully picked up the dead branches.

He frowned, with reluctance written all over his face, but there were already a lot of branches and firewood piled up at his feet.

It looks like it's been picking it up for a while.

It's rare.

Xiao Lingfeng smiled silently.

Walking over to take away the branches he picked up, Xiao Lingfeng found an open space and started to light a fire.

The branch that Mr. Zhuang pulled out from the snow still smelled of moisture, but right now he couldn't find a better one.It took a lot of effort for Xiao Lingfeng to manage to light the fire.

When the branches burned, they produced thick smoke, which was very choking.

Zhuang Qingyue was suffocated by the smoke, and after coughing twice, she frowned and backed away again and again.

Xiao Lingfeng raised his head when he heard the movement, and saw the mist in his eyes at a glance.

He gave a short laugh, and pointed to another place for Zhuang Qingyue: "Sit here, you won't be able to smoke."

Zhuang Qingyue ignored the teasing in his laughter, sat down according to his words, and stared at the rabbit in his hand without blinking.

The atmosphere quieted down.

While turning the roasted rabbit in his hand, Xiao Lingfeng distractedly looked at Zhuang Qingyue beside him.

After night fell, the firelight shone on the man's face, adding a bit of warmth out of thin air in the dark night.

Neither of them spoke.

Zhuang Qingyue propped her face with her hands, looking at the roasted rabbit with very hot eyes.

It was completely different from his previous cold and distant appearance.

A drop of hot oil fell into the fire, setting off a wisp of smoke.Xiao Lingfeng picked up a branch and shook it twice in the fire, then suddenly said:

"Zhuang Qingyue."

He stared at the fire in front of him, and finally asked the doubt in his heart: "Who are you?"

Zhuang Qingyue covered her mouth and yawned, pretending to be stupid: "What?"

Xiao Lingfeng had long been used to his pretended ignorance, so he wasn't fooled at all.

He turned his head and stared at his face, still wanting to continue the topic: "Last time you told me that those who lure wolves into houses and seek skins from tigers, subvert the great scene and endanger the country, told me not to let go."

"What about you?" he asked. "Are you like them?"

This "they" didn't say who they were, but they both knew each other.

After his words fell, Zhuang Qingyue's body tensed up in an instant, and at a certain moment, she even had the urge to plunge the branch in her hand into Xiao Lingfeng's neck.

But this impulse was quickly suppressed.

When Qin Jiu led the nearly thousand Xilemeng war horses and yelled at him, young master, he knew that Xiao Lingfeng would ask such a question sooner or later.

He was silent, and broke the branch in his hand into several knots one after another.Then with a chuckle, he asked back:

"If I'm really the one who lures wolves into the house and endangers the country, will the prince kill me on the spot?"

Although he hid it well, Xiao Lingfeng still noticed the killing intent at that moment.

"No!" Xiao Lingfeng was categorical.

Zhuang Qingyue smiled: "Oh?"

Xiao Lingfeng turned the roasted rabbit in his hand over and said, "Mr. Wen must have been killed by you."

He said: "If you kill Wen Lao and tell him to come and go, many of their plans will be shelved. You also ordered Qin Jiu to coax Alesi, and coaxed the Xile League to step into our Jingbei Army's territory." The ambush circle also coaxed other people's war horses, causing them heavy losses."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Zhuang Qingyue: "If you are really like them, why would you do this?"

Zhuang Qingyue was stunned for a moment, and looked away from the roasted rabbit that had been roasted until both sides were golden and fragrant.

The branch in his hand poked randomly on the ground twice, then stopped suddenly, and said coldly: "I killed Mr. Wen, but I didn't want him to bite out my identity."

He looked into the distance, his eyes wandering: "My lord thinks too much, I don't have the kind of lofty ambition to help the country."

Xiao Lingfeng smiled and did not continue this topic.

He removed a rabbit leg, cut the rabbit meat open with a dagger, and handed it to Zhuang Qingyue with a cotton kerchief: "Eat it while it's hot."

Zhuang Qingyue took the rabbit's leg, carefully tore off a small piece of rabbit meat and put it in her mouth. Even when she was extremely hungry, she looked good when eating.

After eating two mouthfuls, Zhuang Qingyue couldn't help sighing that Xiao Lingfeng's craftsmanship is really good, even without seasoning, the original rabbit meat tastes good.

Much better than steamed bun dipped in vegetable soup.

After eating the extra meal during the march, Xiao Lingfeng still habitually buried the food residue on the spot.

Looking at the person who was focused on dealing with the aftermath, Zhuang Qingyue suddenly whispered: "I'm different from them."

Xiao Lingfeng paused for extinguishing the fire.

"I know," he said.

The two people here packed up and prepared to go back to the camp, while Shitou and the others over there were still busy counting the number of horses.

One thousand and one horses.

One thousand cavalry plus the horse of Ales, the number is not too much, not too little.

After counting the horses, Zhao Su ordered everyone to rest.After everyone ate dry food to fill their stomachs, they turned around and set off back to the camp in the dark.

Qin Jiu carried his small bundle, led the thousand horses, and followed behind the Jingbei Army.

Shitou was excited when he saw the horses, so he walked side by side with him at the moment, so he could glance back at the horses from time to time.

Qin Jiu was an acquaintance. Seeing Shi Shi's easy-to-talk appearance, he approached him and asked, "Hey, General Shi. Since when did our young master and your lord get on so well?"

Shi Shi turned his eyes away from the group of war horses behind him, and saw Qin Jiu winking beside him at a glance.He frowned and reminded: "In the army, you must not talk about the chief."

Hearing this, Qin Jiu let out a "tch", took out a piece of bean cake from the bundle behind him, and waved his hand in front of the yellow puma under the stone.

The war horses in the army have been trained and will not be easily tempted by people with food.But Shitou could feel that although the yellow pussy horse under him didn't show any obvious restlessness, it was quietly approaching Qin Jiu.

"What's that?" Shitou glanced at Qin Jiu's hand. The bean cake seemed to be more pleasing to the horse than the bean cake provided by the horse farm in the army.

"You answer my question, and I'll answer your question." Qin Jiu smiled ambiguously, "It's not something you can't say, right?"

The horses under him got closer and closer to the house, Shi Shi struggled a bit, thinking that Qin Jiu was now his own, and sooner or later he would know when he entered the barracks, so it was okay to say a few more words.

"Junshi Zhuang has lived in the same tent as the prince since he entered the barracks." Shitou finished these words very quickly through gritted teeth, so fast that Qin Jiu wondered if he had heard it wrong.

After understanding the meaning of Shitou's words, Qin Jiu was stunned on the spot, not even noticing that the bean cake in his hand was snatched away by the yellow puma.

My goodness, son, is he still the same son as before? !

The author has something to say: Sorry rabbit.