"What's the prince's moth again?"

As soon as Song Zhancheng returned to the camp, he saw Cheng Jingyun sitting at his desk, leisurely drinking tea and eating snacks from nowhere.

"Where did you get the dim sew?"

She has been sick for so long, Song Zhancheng has never mentioned the matter in front of her, and now he suddenly listened to her own question, but was a little embarrassed to say it.

"Brother Zhao sent it, don't interrupt, tell me quickly, what's wrong with the prince?"

"What do you say he did? Add to the blockage in vain. You're still weak, don't stay up late, go back and rest! ”

Song Zhancheng lowered his head and wiped his sword, no matter how he heard it, there was a smell in his tone, Cheng Jingyun didn't pay attention to him, only chuckled, and looked quite good.

"Tell me a story, I slept a lot during the day, and I couldn't sleep at this time. By the way, is there any wine? ”

Song Zhancheng choked and glared at her fiercely, such a body still has to drink, it's really looking for death!

Helplessly, the two lit candles, and Song Zhancheng picked up some unimportant stories to tell Cheng Jingyun, one was absent-minded, and the other listened with relish.

As a result, when Song Zhancheng came back to his senses, it was already in the middle of the night, and the candle was dim, and he was trapped in his own memories, and he didn't notice that Cheng Jingyun fell asleep on the table at some point.

Gently walked over and picked her up, and didn't plan to send her back, just put it on his couch, carefully covered the quilt, reached out and touched it, and there was a fever!

Song Zhancheng was frightened by what happened last time, and he hadn't completely eased up his strength until now, so he hurried to boil medicine and prepare ginger tea.

There was a muffled thud, and the scoop fell to the ground, and Kagezo was awakened and immediately ran out to see what was going on.

"Master? Why are you here? Thinking that Song Zhancheng was hungry, Ying San hurriedly pointed to the camp tent and said, "I left you a meal at night, and my subordinates will go and give you a hot heat." ”

Song Zhancheng finally couldn't help but ask for help, "Come back!" ”

Ying San immediately turned around and waited for the order, but saw his omnipotent master with a bitter face and said solemnly: "Go and boil the fire and boil the medicine, and prepare some ginger soup for me in the camp." ”

After that, no matter what Ying San's expression was, Song Zhancheng quickly returned to the camp tent and stayed next to Cheng Jingyun, for fear that something would happen to this person again.

"Master, how is Miss Cheng?"

Foshan was dragged up by Ying San, and he was about to take the opportunity to make a hair, but when he heard him shouting that Miss Cheng was sick, he hurriedly ran over to see the situation.

"Do you still have the medicine you found last time?"

Foshan immediately replied: "Yes! There is also a part, is Miss Cheng very sick? "Last time, I was afraid that there would be another emergency, so the two of them deliberately found two more medicinal herbs.

Song Zhancheng lowered his eyebrows, a little depressed, Foshan took a breath, until Song Zhancheng spoke, "It's just a little feverish now, I'm afraid of ......"

Fear? Is it ......

Foshan was silent, only turned around and went out, and after a while, he came in again with a small box, "This is the remaining medicinal materials, master, you can put it away." ”

Knowing that Song Zhancheng definitely didn't want anyone to disturb him at this time, Foshan immediately went out to guard outside the tent, and Ying San quickly sent wind cold medicine and ginger soup in, and he didn't stay long.

The two of them stood outside the tent one on the left and one on the right, and from time to time there was a cough and a slight slapping sound in the tent, it was Song Zhancheng who was giving Cheng Jingyun relief.

Foshan was full of seriousness, and he just wanted to keep the master and not let people disturb him, so he didn't care about Ying San and joined in the fun, but suddenly something shiny flashed in front of him.

Turning his head to see what was going on, his face was full of disgust and embarrassment, "What are you crying for?!" ”

Ying San sobbed quietly, "It's not easy for the master to live, the emperor doesn't like him, the eldest princess doesn't understand him, now he finally has a girl who likes him, but don't even leave this woman you like......"

Full of black lines, thunder rolling in the sky, Foshan couldn't help but kick over, "What nonsense!" Go back to sleep! ”

The sky was gray, and it was almost bright, and Foshan's ears suddenly moved, waking up Ying San, who was squatting on the ground and dozing, "You guard the master and Miss Cheng, I'll go back when I go." ”

Shadow San's face is Muna, "Oh~"

Following the sound through the woods, Foshan suddenly stopped, raised his head and jumped on an old tree, with a short sword in the middle of the dense branches.

After seeing the contents clearly, Foshan's face changed and he hurried back to the camp.

Ying San stood well, and Foshan asked with a cold face, "Did anyone come just now?" ”

"No~ what?"

Foshan didn't answer, turned around and shouted softly, "Master, my subordinates have something to ask to see!" ”

"Come in."

"Master, this is the news I received just now, last night Hengguo sneak attack, our people were caught in the trap for some reason, but fortunately, the loss was not heavy...... Also, the wolf king suspects that there is a mole. ”

Song Zhancheng also had to get serious, he hadn't arrived yet, why was the traitor exposed in such a hurry?

Unless...... After reading the news, Song Zhancheng casually burned the note, "Don't worry, the wolf king will have arrangements, let's wait and see." ”

Foshan nodded and looked at Cheng Jingyun, "Master, how is Miss Cheng?" ”

Speaking of this person, Song Zhancheng finally smiled a little, "It's okay, I woke up once just now." ”

"So, are we still marching today?" Foshan was a little hesitant, Song Zhancheng understood what he meant, the longer he delayed, the more people in the court would have an excuse to pour dirty water on him, in short, it would be bad for him and the army.

"As usual, slower."

Anything slower? In the past few days, the master has reduced the speed to an unprecedented low, even slower? Foshan sighed, "Yes!" ”

Wolong Temple is a royal temple, there is no shortage of royal family inside, just one day of trip, the prince just walked for three days as if he was visiting the mountains and rivers.

Arriving at the temple, the abbot master ignored his identity and directly arranged a dilapidated meditation room, "Master Song, this is your residence, please go back, don't disturb the tranquility of the Buddhist gate." ”

When the prince saw him picking up people, he was instantly angry, and Long Wei hurriedly grabbed him, shook his head, and led people to flash.

"Master Abbot, Your Highness is a little hungry, but what do you have to eat?"

"The donor has worked hard all the way, and the old man has already ordered someone to prepare somen noodles, and he will come up soon."

As soon as the prince sat down, he heard a little monk knock on the door and said, "Master abbot, donor, the meal has been delivered." ”

The prince stretched out his head with great interest, only to see a bowl of somen noodles on the tray, a few green cabbage leaves, and a plate of cabbage radish next to it, or pickled pickles......

"Presumptuous! Where is this eaten? You will give this thing to your Highness? Aren't you afraid that Your Highness will cut off your head! ”

The old abbot didn't have the slightest timidity, and replied to the prince who was easy to talk to, "If the donor doesn't like it, there are still white porridge steamed buns in the kitchen in the morning, Huiyuan, go, bring some to the donor." ”

Xiao Shami clasped his hands together, not annoyed or angry, and said calmly: "Yes, abbot." ”

White porridge steamed buns in the morning?!

This news was like a bolt from the blue, and the prince stood up angrily, and the ghosts in front of him were stacked and crumbling.

"You, do you know who this Highness is? How dare you give His Highness leftovers! Someone, someone! ”

"Donor, Buddhism is pure, please don't make a noise, your lay identity is known, but if you enter this Wolong Temple, any identity is useless."