Because Ouyang Yao was captured, Dongchang's army continued to provoke in front of the battle line for the next half month.
Suddenly, the Dayao military camp was on high alert! There were constant fights and tight barriers.
Even Xunjiang City, a border city more than ten miles away, has increased its guards several times.
Therefore, Xuanchen, Feng Shuijun and Feng Shuijun went out early and came back late every day. Even when they came back, Feng Shuiqing had fallen asleep, and when they opened their eyes again, they would have already led their troops out of the camp.
We obviously live in the same place, but we haven't seen him for more than half a month.
The feng shui is clear and it is difficult to suppress the sourness in my heart, so I sit down and have a meal with Xia Ying.
After all, in a military camp, there aren't many rules.
In addition, Feng Shui Qing treats the slaves around her very well, so now Xia Ying also comes to the table to eat with her.
Seeing that Xia Ying failed to put the vegetables into the bowl several times, Feng Shui Qing picked it up for her and smiled kindly: "Xia Ying! What's wrong with you? You've always been restless these days."
"Go back to Miss, I'm fine."
Seeing that she didn't want to say anything, Feng Shuiqing knew that asking would offend others, so he simply continued to eat without saying anything.
After finishing the meal, Feng Shuiqing took Xia Ying for a stroll in the military camp. She smelled the aroma coming from the kitchen, and she couldn't help being "curious" and wanted to find out.
Xiao Tiantian smiled and revealed: "Hahaha, host! You are not curious! You are greedy, hahaha!"
"Ouch! I owe you a mouthful!!!"
There was only one strong man in the kitchen, who was sticking out his buttocks to add firewood to the stove.
Hearing the noise, he quickly stood up and looked back, "Hey! Isn't this Princess Qinghui! You came just in time! I have a favor for you, little one!"
"ah?!"
Feng Shuiqing expressed doubts, and the strong man immediately brought two large food boxes.
"Princess, the war has been tense in recent days! All the soldiers, except those guarding the camp at the door, have gone to the front line! I still have a fire sitting on the pot and cannot live without people. These are the meals in the secret prison. I have been waiting for more than half an hour and no one has come.
Pick it up, so hey... could you please help me deliver it..."
The person imprisoned in the secret prison is Ouyang Yao!
Due to his special status and being falsely captured, Ouyang Yao has been kept in a secret prison.
Except for the worse environment, the rest of the treatment is the same as usual, and the meal is naturally not an ordinary prison meal.
Feng Shuiqing thought for a moment, then took the food box and said, "Okay, okay."
"Thank you, Princess! Thank you very much, Princess! Hehe..." The cook showed a naive smile, his chubby cheeks squeezed his eyes into two slits after this smile, "Princess, in return for your help! My dear, tonight
Make your favorite eight-treasure roasted chicken! Hehehe..."
"It's a small thing! But how do you know I like to eat this?" Hearing what he said, Feng Shuiqing was very confused.
"Hehe... The day you first came to the military camp, General Feng told me all your preferences... When King Qinglin came a few days ago, he also came to tell me your preferences in person! So I remember them all!
"
Hearing this, Xia Ying secretly pursed her lips and smiled.
Feng Shui brings warmth and sweetness to the heart.
Big Brother and the Demon King...
Hey hey hey...
After leaving the kitchen, Feng Shui Qinggang was about to go to the secret cell, but Xia Ying clutched her handkerchief tightly and hesitated in place, not wanting to go any closer.
She seemed to be aware of it and said calmly: "You go and do your work, I will just go and deliver it myself."
"Miss..." Xia Ying couldn't help but be surprised in her eyes, and said slightly, "Miss, this slave should do these things, you..."
"Hehe..." Feng Shuiqing patted her shoulder, "It's okay! I just ate too much and I just need to eat it up!"
After delivering the meal, I returned to the camp and saw that Xia Ying had not left and was still waiting in the house, but she was lingering awkwardly with red eyes.
Feng Shuiqing was too confused to say anything, so he had to sit on a stool and silently pour tea and drink it himself.
After a long time, Xia Ying seemed to finally make up her mind, knelt down on the ground with a plop, and kowtowed to her three times.
"Miss, you have treated me well over the years, and I cannot repay you in return..."
"Get up and talk." Feng Shuiqing helped her up, handed her a cup of tea, and smiled kindly.
"Since you want to repay me, don't cry. Everyone has
If you want to talk about your secrets and worries, I'm all ears. If you don't want to talk about it, I will always regard you as the best Xia Ying around me."
"Miss..." Xia Ying choked and muttered, looking at the young lady's bright eyes, which seemed to be the shining star in the endless darkness.
She felt more and more guilty and uneasy, tears seemed to well up in rivers, and her lips began to tremble, "Miss, thank you... it's all because of your slave that the eldest son has been away from home for so long... and you treat your slave so well... wuwu
It's all my slave's fault..."
"From the beginning to the end, it was not your fault." Feng Shuiqing wiped away her tears, and the compassion in his heart became even stronger. "What you have to do now is to stay by my side peacefully. When this matter passes, you will
You can go home."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..Miss...I can't bear to leave you..."
Hearing this, Xia Ying burst into tears, causing Feng Shui Qing to have red eyes.
Although she has not had much interaction with Xia Ying over the years, she admires this girl for her loyalty, bravery and perseverance.
How much courage could such a frail woman have to muster up to escape from the marriage ceremony?
Yes, Xia Ying is the long-missing princess of Dongchang Kingdom.
That day, Feng Shuiqing accidentally saw the birthmark on the side of Xia Ying's buttocks, which looked like an exquisite jade pot and spring vase.
Xia Ying can ride a horse and do martial arts, and her appearance is excellent. Even her gestures are completely different from ordinary maids.
After hearing what Ouyang Yao said, Feng Shuiqing once again confirmed his suspicion.
Xia Ying is the princess of Dongchang Kingdom who escaped from the marriage road...
Shuyupot.
Therefore, she did not dare to deliver meals just now because she was afraid that Ouyang Yao would recognize her.
But……
In the midst of his thoughts, Feng Shuiqing couldn't figure out one thing, "Xia Ying, why did you come here? If you want to hide your identity, wouldn't it be better to hide in Feng Mansion?"
Hearing the sound, Xia Ying wiped away her tears with a handkerchief and tried to calm down before answering:
"At first, I decided to come because I was really worried about you! Chun Zao couldn't ride a horse, so I asked His Highness King Qinglin to bring me with you. I thought you were alone in such a far away place. If you lacked someone to take care of you, I could come and take care of you.
you."
"But on the way here, I saw the Dongchang military camp from a distance... After all, Dongchang is also my home... Therefore, I want to find a suitable time to tell you about this, and then go back to help my younger brother ascend the throne.
!」
As he finished speaking, Feng Shuiqing saw that Xia Ying's eyes were getting firmer and firmer, and the previous confusion and helplessness were gone.
She was quite relieved and smiled with peace of mind, "This is my good Xia Ying, oh no... I should call you Princess Yuhu."
"Miss……"
Xia Ying smiled, tears filling her eyes again, "Miss, you will always be my benefactor, and I will always be your Xia Ying."
…
At dusk, I rode back together, and the Changchuan River shone with the sunset.
Under the shadow of thousands of riders, amid the sound of the rules, the dusk begins.
The army returned to camp early today. A sea of silver armor covered with crimson clouds slowly rolled in like a wave. The golden land was very beautiful.
Feng Shuiqing stood at the gate of the military camp, standing on tiptoes and looking far away.
Xiao Tiantian suppressed her laughter and couldn't help but joke: "Host, you are like an empty housewife who has not seen her husband for a long time, hahahaha! I can't help but laugh!"
"Xiao Tiantian!!! Can you stop being so arrogant all the time!!!" After hearing what she said, Feng Shui Qing felt a little embarrassed.
Unintentionally, I was eagerly looking forward to the return of the Demon King! It had only been half a month since I had seen him...
In shame and confusion, she turned around and wanted to go back, but heard something coming from behind her...
The galloping hooves of the horse gradually stopped screaming.
The sound of iron boots hitting the ground when a returning person turns over and dismounts from his horse.
Immediately afterwards...
She was hugged from behind by a familiar embrace.
"You're waiting for me."
The clear male voice in my ears was not a question, but an affirmation full of excitement and longing.
The feng shui is clear and the face is flushed. Turn around and look up at yourself.
Hyun Chen Mandrill is armored with bright light, and the setting sun dyes the floating light of his golden armor into warm red orange.
I know that returning home at dusk is just like coming at dawn.
His eyes were full of nostalgia and longing for her reflection.
His hair was a little messy, and there was a lock hanging from his long eyelashes, falling on the tip of his straight nose. He must have been driving back quickly, but was disturbed by the wind.
His eyes were slightly green, probably because he had been exhausted from fighting in recent days and had not slept a full night's sleep.
But his voice, his breath, his arms, and everything about him are heavy at this moment...
It goes straight to the heart and tugs at the heartstrings.
Feng Shuiqing stood on tiptoes, smoothing the hair on his forehead, and placed her hand on the side of his handsome face.
Her eyes were wide-eyed, her smile was like a drunken begonia, and her voice was soft and sweet: