Dandere General and his Lord

In such a wild country, it is fortunate that he is still here, otherwise I am afraid that I will starve to death and be trapped here.

Cheng Qianye, who can't distinguish between things and grains, doesn't have the skills to survive in the wild at all.

After a while, the grass and trees separated, and Mo Qiaosheng appeared.

He was wearing his half-gān black clothes, and he was holding a container folded from broad leaves, which contained a puddle of water.

He saw Cheng Qianye woke up and smiled. Kneeling in front of Cheng Qianye on one knee, holding the water in both hands.

Cheng Qianye took his hand, took a few sips of water in one breath, and sighed comfortably.

"Have you eaten, Qiaosheng?" she asked, raising the white pulp in her hand.

Ate. I'm not hungry. Don't lie to the master.

While Mo Qiaosheng's head was still turning among the three choices, Cheng Qianye had already held his fingers and put the pulp into his hands.

Mo Qiaosheng drew his hand, but Cheng Qianye squeezed it tightly.

"Why is it so hot?"

Cheng Qianye squeezed Mo Qiaosheng's hand to prevent him from evading. The other hand reached out and touched his forehead.

The skin on that forehead was terrifyingly hot.

"Fever? Burning so badly!"

Cheng Qianye looked at Mo Qiaosheng with a red complexion, and his mood became complicated.

She knew that she liked this man very much, but in her subconscious, she always put herself in a high place, feeling that she was the one who gave and gave.

At this moment, she suddenly realized that the sacrifices she thought were nothing more than trivial things based on her superior status.

But Mo Qiaosheng did his best to her, gave up everything, and even placed her in a position that was more important than life. Although he didn't fall in love with him.

She pulled Mo Qiaosheng, let him sit on the pile of thatch she was sitting on, pressed his shoulder, and forced him to lie down and rest.

"Master." Mo Qiaosheng struggled.

"Lie down, if I get up, I'll be angry."

Cheng Qianye wet a handkerchief with the remaining water and put it on Mo Qiaosheng's hot head. Cover him lightly.

Sitting cross-legged beside him, he used a knife to cut off the skin of the remaining fruit, cut the white pulp into small pieces, and fed it into Mo Qiaosheng's mouth bit by bit.

"Eat," she said.

Mo Qiaosheng's eyes moved back and forth, and he turned his face to the inside of the mountain wall.

Cheng Qianye reached out and gently touched the hot head. Under her palm, Mo Qiaosheng's closed eyelashes trembled, and the skin around the eyes and the tip of his nose turned slightly red.

What a contradictory character, he is such a strong man, yet he likes to cry so much in front of me.

The heartbeat always happens in an instant, which makes people caught off guard.

But Cheng Qianye was not prepared to avoid his inner emotions.

I really like him, he's so cute and it blows my mind.

Cheng Qianye looked at Mo Qiaosheng's slightly panting face. Those pitiful and lovely clear tears kept coming out of his thick eyelashes and rolled down one after another across the reddish tip of his nose.

Cheng Qianye bit his lip, really wanted to kiss him, and told him loudly that I liked him, and I fell in love with him.

But then Cheng Qianye's heart dropped again, and she sighed in her heart.

Although he was loyal to me, he didn't like me.

When Xiao Xiu was in love with Cheng Qianyu, once she saw the face of her lover, a pink light would glow from the depths of her soul. That is the symbol of passion.

Mo Qiaosheng's whole body was blue as pure as a gem, which made Cheng Qianye feel a sense of loss for the first time.

Chapter 29

Cheng Qianye was dismayed to find that after losing the aura of the lord, he was actually quite an incompetent person.

At this moment, they moved to a hidden col.

Cheng Qianye squatted in front of a pile of wood and worked hard for a long time, and his face was covered in black ashes. After numerous failures, he finally ignited a small flame.

She hurriedly threw away the fire book in her hand, lay on the ground, and protected the precious flame that was finally ignited with both hands.

She carefully added some flammable materials such as grass and dead branches into it little by little, until the flames stabilized, and then she set up the branches one by one.

Seeing that the fire finally rose, Cheng Qianye sat on the ground with a sigh of relief.

To Mo Qiaosheng, who was lying on the side and wanted to get up but didn't dare to say: "It's alright, you can lie down at ease, don't you think this is burnt? Your lord and I are not so useless."

Cheng Qianye was full of words, but he was actually very empty.

She looked at the live fish beside her that had taken a lot of effort to catch, and she really wanted to cover her face and cry.

She knows how to eat fish, and can try cooking fish, but how do you kill fish?

Cheng Qianye, who had not even been to the vegetable market a few times, felt helpless.

The live fish, not much bigger than a slap, was lying on the ground, flapping its tail lively, and babbling bubbles from its mouth, as if it was demonstrating against Cheng Qianye.

Cheng Qianye was ruthless in his heart, and with a swipe, he pulled out the dagger.

Hmph, anyway, you can eat it if you die!

After half an hour, Cheng Qianye reluctantly took the black-baked fish from the fire, neither scraping the scales nor dissecting the internal organs.

I broke off the burnt part, and reluctantly revealed the edible fish, and tasted it.

Mouth, old and fishy with a mushy taste.

Cheng Qianye awkwardly folded the fish in half, and handed the extra part to Mo Qiaosheng.

"Eat? Only this."

Mo Qiaosheng took the fish and lightly touched it in front of his forehead, before carefully eating it in his arms.

He eats it very cherishly, and is not willing to pay for it at all, as if he is eating not a mess of grilled fish, but some kind of delicacy.

Seeing how happy he was eating, Cheng Qianye also had an appetite and sat cross-legged with him to share the meal.

The mountains are silent, birds and insects chirping.

That nasty grilled fish doesn't seem to be so bad anymore.

From last night to today, Cheng Qianye has been running around, doing all kinds of tossing, and in total he ate half a piece of fruit in the morning. She had been hungry for a long time, so hungry that her chest was touching her back. This little bit of fish got into her stomach. Not only was it useless, but it made her feel even more hungry.

But she was tired and sleepy at the moment, and really didn't want to move.

She was lying on the ground leaning against Mo Qiaosheng, closing her eyes to rest.

An empty stomach rumbled, and Cheng Qianye curled up.

Rest for a while, and then go find something to eat. Qiaosheng is bleeding so much that he cannot be left hungry.

In the haze, there was a pair of broad palms that seemed to lightly hug her shoulders. Make her feel comfortable and at ease.

She fell into sleep unconsciously.

...

Cheng Qianye was awakened by a scent.

When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Mo Qiaosheng, who was busy beside the bonfire.

The young man, dressed in black, rolled up his sleeves, revealing his slender and sturdy forearms, sweating slightly on his forehead, focused and earnestly stirred the fire with a branch.

Cheng Qianye sat up.

In her hand, she held a large handful of wild fruits that had been washed cleanly and hung with water droplets. Those small brown fruits were crooked and unremarkable.

She tried to pick one up and put it in her mouth. When she took a bite, she found that it tasted sweet and pulpy, slightly sweet, and very delicious.

Cheng Qianye, as if he had obtained a treasure, greeted Mo Qiaosheng while shoving it into his mouth: "Qiaosheng, don't be busy, come and eat, this is delicious."

When Mo Qiaosheng saw her wake up, he picked up a bamboo tube inserted by the bonfire, poured water from it, and wet the handkerchief that Cheng Qianye had covered on his forehead. Kneeling on one knee beside Cheng Qianye, holding the handkerchief in both hands.

Cheng Qianye took it and wiped his face, only to see that the clean handkerchief was dyed black in an instant, but it is conceivable that she had made herself a lot of trouble by burning fish before.

Student Moqiao stood aside, poured out the water in the bamboo tube, and let Cheng Qianye cleanse his face and hands. The water temperature was just right, and it was very comfortable to wash.

After serving Cheng Qianye and washing his hands, Mo Qiaosheng put out the bonfire, pushed aside the firewood, and rolled out a black mass of smoky mud from the soil.

He tore apart the hard-burning mud, peeled off a layer of brown leaves, and revealed the tender and tender flesh inside, and the air was filled with a strange fragrance.

Cheng Qianye couldn't help swallowing her saliva. She took over the hot and white smoke of the wild jelly, tore off two jelly's legs, forcibly stuffed one into Mo Qiaosheng's hand, and pulled Mo Qiaosheng. Sit side by side with yourself.

The meat was tender and juicy, so delicious that she almost swallowed her tongue.

"Qiaosheng, you are too good at it." Cheng Qianye's mouth was full of things, and she couldn't praise her in a vague way. She felt very ashamed when she remembered her unsightly grilled fish.

"How can you do everything, you are good at martial arts, good at cooking, and you can write better than me." She poked Mo Qiaosheng next to her with her elbow, "I won't fight in the future, you will cook for me every day. ,Ok?"