I don't know how long it took. [This site has a new URL,Shorthand method:,.]

I don't know if it's life or death.

Feng Jinghua opened her eyes, and her eyes were so bright that she couldn't see anything.

She was so startled that her breathing stopped for a moment: Could it be ...... She's dead?

After a long time, gray outlines slowly appeared in the light in front of her, and these outlines gradually became clear, outlining the original shape of the real world, and her breathing finally returned to normal.

It turned out that she was still alive.

She sat up, cupped her chest, and felt palpitations.

For a month, she was always afraid of being targeted, and she mainly traveled at night, and tried to choose the necessary sleep in the day and in a dark and uninhabited place, so to speak, she was more comfortable with the dark than during the day.

That's why she was frightened as soon as she opened it just now.

However, from now on, she will not panic anymore.

Washing, dressing, and eating slowly, such daily actions make her feel like she is in a different world.

After eating, she hugged her body and sat on the edge of the couch, feeling so unreal.

What should she do now? The crisis was imminent, but she could only sit here in a daze.

In front of the soft couch is a desk, and there is a bookshelf against the wall of the desk, and the bookshelf is full of books, most of which are history books and military books, and the hobby of the hunting king is the same as her.

She took a few copies in her hand, all of which she had read, and she didn't need to study them without leading troops to fight, and put them back on the bookshelf after flipping through them.

Then, his eyes fell to the desk, where there were stacks of papers.

Almost every document is stamped with seals such as "emergency" and "confidential", and it is supposed to be a secret report of the military aircraft.

She withdrew her gaze, and instead of glancing at the papers, she pulled a book from the shelf again and flipped through it quietly.

She is a foreign woman, it is very unwise to walk around in the army, there is nothing important, she will not step out of this tent.

Time passed slowly in her quiet reading.

She didn't go out all afternoon, and no one came in, and it wasn't until the evening that the little maid brought dinner in, and didn't say a word to her.

Then, it was dark and dark, and she didn't light the light and went straight to sleep.

At this time, in a nearby stone house, the king of the hunt was wearing a cotton robe and was reviewing the documents.

An agent came in silently and whispered, "Lady Lian has fallen asleep. She didn't flip through any texts today, just read the book quietly and didn't make any suspicious moves. ”

All day, he had been secretly watching the woman's every move, and he could be sure that the woman hadn't found out.

If she does anything suspicious, she will definitely be sent to the torture chamber, either tell the truth or die in the torture cell.

King Hunter didn't raise his head: "Keep staring." ”

The barracks are heavy, and he will not trust a mysterious and strange woman lightly.

His test of this woman, which began from the moment she stepped into his tent, was either a guò test or a mysterious disappearance, and there was no third end for her.

In this way, Feng Jinghua stayed in the camp of the hunting king and did nothing.

It wasn't until three days later that she veiled herself and stepped out of her tent for the first time to wash clothes by the river.

She dresses plainly, is taciturn, and has her head bowed, giving the impression of being low-key and cautious, and keeping to herself.

Except for the hunting king, no one has ever seen her face, but it doesn't seem to be a stunning beauty.

Within a few days, the officers and men in the army lost interest in this woman who was nothing special.

In their opinion, the prince is not in good health, and it is good to have an honest woman to wait.

Feng Jinghua's monotonous and quiet life in the army, just like that, passed day by day.

Soon it was mid-April, and the weather in the Northland was finally getting warmer.

On this day, the sun was shining and the frozen ground was warm, Feng Jinghua veiled as usual, held a basket of clothes, lifted the curtain, and walked to the river.

Every few days she went to the river to wash her clothes, and she never stepped out of the camp, as the soldiers had become accustomed to.

The river was still cold in April, and the winter clothes were so thick that they had to be rinsed and hammered and wrung out one by one, which was a very laborious task, and when she finally washed all the clothes, she was exhausted and panting, and the basket in her hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

She staggered to the main tent with the heavy basket in her arms, feeling dizzy and weak in her limbs.