Chapter 22: Ice and Snow Are Smart

Ye Yanhai watched Ye Yanran get into the camp account, his eyes flashed with a wisp of unease, and he sighed, Yanran thought too simple after all! Jun has no jokes, in ancient times, it was only like this, what the young marshal would say, he naturally moved such a thought, maybe it was a temptation, more is an expectation, I hope it can really be as Yanran thought, the young marshal will not move that kind of mind because of the three young men!

In the camp tent, as soon as Ye Yanran entered, she saw Admiral Wu come out and said hello to Ye Yanran, Ye Yanran nodded slightly. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Until Admiral Wu came out of the camp tent, it was not as spacious as the camp tent, and there were only two people left, Huang Fuchen and Ye Yanran.

Ye Yanran was a little cramped all of a sudden, but she deliberately showed a calm and calm look.

Huang Fuchen sat in the center, and behind him was a huge battle terrain formation map, and the man's deep pair of lights emitted a chilling light, which seemed to penetrate Ye Yanran in front of him sharply.

Huang Fuchen took the brush on the table, looked at Ye Yanran, and said in a deep voice, "Come here!" Ink for me! ”

Ye Yanran took a moment, pondered for a moment, and said in a positive voice, "Young marshal, the medicinal materials have been procured, I think it's better to go first." ”

Before Ye Yanran could finish speaking, Huang Fuchen interrupted in a deep voice, "Ben Shuai has already instructed General Wu, according to your prescription, there are other military doctors here, you don't need to worry about it, now Ben Shuai has ordered you to come over and study ink!" Did you hear me clearly? ”

Ye Yanran didn't dare to say anything more, she stepped forward slowly, her eyes fell on the inkstone on the table, she reached out and picked up the ink ingot and wrapped it around the inkstone, gently rotating and grinding the ink.

Huang Fuchen spread out a piece of stationery, holding a brush on the inkstone and dipping it on the inkstone, and landed on the letterhead, Ye Yanran watched from the side, it said Respect for my father, it seems to be written to the old overseer, report the situation here.

Ye Yanran polished the ink again, glanced at it from time to time, but was very unhappy in her heart, she was not him, she was neither a maid nor a concubine, why should she help him polish the ink.

"Most of the people we sent to Five Tiger Town to purchase medicinal herbs have gone and never returned, how did you do it?" Huang Fuchen suddenly spoke.

Ye Yanran looked at Huang Fuchen, as if she was writing a letter seriously, and did not raise her head, her voice fell, "Hiding from the sky and crossing the sea, Yanran just did this, under the pretext that it was a peasant woman who came from Jianzhou to purchase medicinal materials, and the medicinal materials purchased more than other medicines, not just those few lacking medicinal materials, it can be regarded as a fool!" ”

Ye Yanran finished speaking very naturally, as for the part where she met Jin Yue on the way, she had avoided it, she didn't want to say that if Jin Yue was really Jin Ershao from the three northwestern provinces, saying it would only add to the incident, after all, it was just a coincidence, and each of them saved the other's life.

"So, Ben Shuai is going to praise you for being smart?" Huang Fuchen dropped the brush, put it on the inkstone, and looked up at Ye Yanran on the side.

Ye Yanran stopped grinding the ink, dropped the ink ingot, and bowed her head slightly, "The young marshal has won the award, Yanran is just a small skill of carving insects!" ”

The corners of Huang Fuchen's lips raised an arc that seemed to be a smile, and he pointed to the letter on the table, "Help me dry the letter and put it in the envelope." ”

Ye Yanran paused, looked at the densely written letterhead, and fell back in a deep voice, "Yes!" Young marshal! ”

Ye Yanran reached out and took the letter paper, placed it to her mouth, and blew softly to dry the ink on the letterhead.

Huang Fuchen's eyes were filled with a floating light, looking directly at the woman's pursed lips, delicate and red, and her small and slightly open mouth was a little tempting.