Chapter 173: Lord General, fortune telling (7-8)

But for a while, a tent as small and cute as its owner appeared in front of everyone.

"Wow!"

Xiang Xing's soft eyes lit up, and he whispered excitedly, and circled the finished small tent several times.

He ran to Yan Heng again, smiled sweetly, and bowed to him, "Thank you, General Yan."

"..."

Yan Heng lowered his eyes slightly to look at her, and remained silent for a while.

Suddenly turning to his side, there was a little awkwardness across the perfectly contoured handsome face.

"... Just treat it as repaying your salvation for the brothers."

The voice is dumb and extremely soft.

"Ok?"

Xiang Xing didn't hear too clearly, so he couldn't help taking two steps forward, raising his little head.

The soft eyes blinked, "General, what did you just say?"

"……cough."

Yan Heng coughed slightly unnaturally and glanced back at her.

The bottom of his eyes flickered, "It's nothing."

"Ok……"

Hearing this, the little guy only responded softly, and there seemed to be a little disappointment in his soft voice.

These two faint words deserved a certain cold-faced general who had been on the battlefield for many years, and he was inexplicably confused.

He couldn't help staring at the past again.

But seeing the girl pursing her pink lips, she turned around silently, opened the small tent and got in.

After a while, the dim light was lit in the tent, and the little figure was sitting alone inside, seemingly not intending to rest.

The man paused, his heart softened suddenly.

He thought for a while, but sighed lightly, and walked to the front of the tent.

He leaned down and opened the curtain slightly.

He didn't look inside, but left a very light word.

"It's getting late, you can rest early."

"Well?"

Xiang Xing raised his soft eyes blankly, and followed the sound.

But only saw the slightly swaying curtain, and heard the sound of armor colliding as it drifted away.

Soon, the noise around him gradually subsided.

Xiang Xing did not intend to go to bed right away.

Instead, he took out a small blank scroll from his carry-on bag and gently unrolled it under the candlelight.

Later, he tilted his head, thinking carefully about the difficult things that would happen next in the plot.

Write down one by one carefully.

Seeing her biting her pink lips and carefully recording the appearance, the crested cane leaning on the side couldn't help sighing and vomiting silently.

[How do I feel that what you did is not so much a prophecy, but people feel that you are rebelling with intelligence...]

[Isn't that right? ]

The little guy smiled and didn't lift his head.

The left hand clenched confidently, [I'm so honest, can I always influence him? ]

[I do not know……]

The duck spread its wings silently, and went to sleep by itself.

...

Xiang Xing was busy working till four more days, and finally filled the small scroll.

After checking, she snorted with satisfaction, rolled it up carefully, and put it in her arms.

Then I turned off the lights and fell over.

At that time, in the general's tent not far from the small tent, Yan Heng was still sitting by the window, studying military books.

Suddenly seeing the glimmer in the corner of his eyes that had been affecting him gradually dimmed, the man seemed to feel something and glanced over it subconsciously.

Only then did the tight eyebrows relax.

The last candle in the entire camp was finally extinguished.

...

Early the next morning, the whole camp gradually came to life.

The little guy also got up early, and after cleaning up, he ran out, preparing to pack the tent by himself.

However……

A certain strong general inserted the nails in the tent last night. She used all the energy to eat and breast, and she couldn't pull them out.

The little guy can only sit on the ground, blushing his little dumpling face, and sullen his head against those ground nails.

"Little Guoshi, let us do this kind of hard work..."

Seeing this, the little soldiers discussed last night subconsciously wanted to help.

But before taking two steps, a few people quickly brushed a tall and long shadow on their sides.

Yes.

It was their dear general who passed by again!

Several people stared in surprise, and watched Yan Heng step forward.

Apart from anything else, like a rabbit, he picked up the little Guoshi sitting on the ground and put it aside.

After that, he quietly pulled out his masterpiece of last night, one by one, and threw it on the ground with a few clinks.

"..."

Xiang Xing put his hands in his hands and looked at the expressionless man in astonishment.

This strength is too much, right?

Last night, she looked at him and used her feet to nail the ground into the ground...

It didn't take long before Yan Heng even folded the tarpaulin of the tent for her, and packed it into a small package.

Afterwards, holding the tent in one hand and people in the other with a calm expression on his face, under the astonished eyes of the lieutenant soldiers of the whole camp, he threw the people into the carriage with the tent.

"Time is running out, the whole army will set off immediately."

The man glanced at everyone indifferently, and turned on his horse first.

The lieutenants of the soldiers suddenly realized that they continued to work on their lives.

Yuan, the general is just in a hurry...

Scared them to death!

...

The support army continued to advance north.

Over a stretch of mountains, the large group of people came to a large cable bridge that straddled the cliff and deep valley.

"Brothers, cross this cable bridge, and we will officially enter the Northern Territory!"

The lieutenant turned his horse's head, pulling at his loud loud voice, and yelled in front, "The destination is right ahead, so I can cheer up Lao Tzu!"

"Drink! Drink!—"

The lieutenant's shout greatly encouraged the morale of the entire army. Apart from the excitement of the soldiers, they also followed him to chant slogans quite frequently.

The shouts resounded through the mountains and forests, but almost no one noticed it. In the loud shouts, there were also several relatively weak "Stop!"...

Soon, the team moved forward again.

But before taking two steps, the soldiers saw a small hand suddenly stretched out of the national division carriage, grabbed the rein from the soldier's hand, and slammed.

"Call!—"

The horse neighed and raised its front legs high, causing the carriage to abruptly stop.

After that, their little country teacher jumped off the carriage lightly and ran towards the front of the team.

He ran to Yan Heng's horse hoof, opened his slender arms, and stopped him with his horse.

"……what are you doing?"

Yan Heng frowned and glanced down at her with a slightly displeased look, his tone of voice was slightly deep, "We are on the way, what's the matter with the national teacher, please wait until the soldiers cross the bridge."

"It's too late after crossing the bridge."

Xiang Xing curled his mouth, gave the man a gloomy look, and quickly recovered.

She straightened her body, her soft voice was milky with milk, but her expression was extremely serious, "This bridge is strange, you just passed by. There is only one dead end."