"Little Joe, where are you?"

Luo Xiaoqiao was busy with his work, constantly wiping Feng Chenhao to cool down, and suddenly heard the familiar villagers' shouts, and suddenly looked terrified.

"Brother Erzhu, I'm here!"

She moved away from the stones, raised the torch, and in the night, it was still very fast to find someone by the light of the fire.

Luo Erzhu and the others ran over after a few steps: "Village Chief, are you okay?" ”

"Xiao Qiao, I'm scared to death", Luo Xiaoni couldn't help but tremble as she hugged her shoulders.

"Don't be so reckless in the future, protect yourself, there are our big guys in everything." The villagers also talked about it.

Luo Xiaoni noticed that there was a lot of blood on her body, and immediately became nervous, touched her up and down, and asked anxiously: "Xiao Qiao, where are you injured?" ”

Other villagers also reacted: "Village chief, what's the matter? ”

"It's okay, it's Feng Ershao who is injured, and now he has a fever, come here, hurry up, and go back to the doctor to save his life", Luo Xiaoqiao said neatly.

The villagers followed them to the cave and looked at it, and they were all a little embarrassed.

Feng Chenhao's appearance was really miserable, his clothes were torn, blood was still pouring out of the wound, and there was a puddle of water on the ground, which could be seen that Luo Xiaoqiao wanted to help him cool down.

Luo Zhiping took off his coat and put it on for him, and several villagers chopped firewood with their hands and feet, and set up a simple soft sedan chair with clothes......

There are accompanying doctors in the army, and after Feng Chenhao was sent over, he heard that his fever subsided that night.

Luo Xiaoqiao breathed a sigh of relief, no matter what, this time he also accepted his life-saving grace.

Early in the morning of the second day, Luo Xiaoqiao was waiting outside the camp tent, wanting to ask the doctor if Feng Ershao's injury mattered.

In the northland of May, the grass grows and the warbler flies, the climate is already quite good, and some anxious wildflowers have been dotted in the endless grass.

Luo Xiaoqiao sat on the stone, holding his cheeks and squinting his eyes, waiting for the doctor to come out.

Feng Chenhao walked out of the tent with his arms hanging, and Luo Xiaoqiao, who just swept into the sun, felt an indescribable pleasure in his heart.

The biggest change between the little girl and the first time they met was that her face was no longer a dish. Between the eyebrows, it is not the kind of little woman's delicateness, a pair of distant mountain eyebrows on her fair face, those eyes always seem to be flashing with a narrow smile, as if she can speak, her mouth is not big or small, and she is tinged with a healthy pale pink......

Feng Chenhao muttered in his heart, the little girl looks okay, if it weren't for too many eyes, .......

"Are you still satisfied? Two less? Luo Xiaoqiao suddenly opened his eyes and asked, his voice was a little glutinous.

When the voyeurism was discovered, Feng Chenhao was a little embarrassed: "Just like you, it's average." ”

"Really? How do I feel quite satisfied, how can it be regarded as superior", Luo Xiaoqiao said, taking out a small mirror from his pocket.

She was quite satisfied with this skin, comparable to herself, and younger...... Luo Xiaoqiao nodded with satisfaction while watching.

Feng Chenhao: ...... He retracted his comment on the praise of the little girl's film, this is definitely a narcissistic goods!

"Girl, you are outside my tent early in the morning, and you care about me?" Feng Chenhao raised his eyebrows and asked her.

"Come and see my life-saving benefactor", Luo Xiaoqiao saw that his face was much better, thinking that there was nothing serious, and finally put his mind at ease.

"People say that the grace of dripping water is repaid by springs, how are you going to repay my life-saving grace?" Feng Chenhao looked at her with a smile.

"Ershao, they all say that they don't want to repay their kindness, but they are true gentlemen", Luo Xiaoqiao naturally answered.

"Having said that, but you have seen me all, are you responsible? And I want to know how my clothes are torn! Feng Chenhao felt a little itchy in his heart, and he just wanted to see this girl's shy appearance.

It's a pity that he really found the wrong person, Luo Xiaoqiao's cheek is not as thick as that of ordinary ancients: "Second Shao, you are in a hurry, if you don't tear your clothes and bandage your wounds, will you tear me?" It's a girl, and you didn't suffer. Could it be that you still want me to make a promise? ”

When Feng Chenhao heard this, his heartbeat paused: "You, you girl, you can talk nonsense!" ”

Luo Xiaoqiao continued: "There is nothing to be seen, there is nothing that cannot be said." ”

"So what am I going to take seriously?" Feng Chenhao's eyes were dark, and his heart was a little complicated, both expectant and hesitant, very contradictory.

"Do you understand the difference between cloud and mud?" , Luo Xiaoqiao asked teasingly.

"You are like this, you can barely do it", Feng Chenhao glanced at her from top to bottom, and said a little reluctantly.

"Er Shao won't think what I mean, you are a cloud, I am a mud, right?"

Feng Chenhao pointed at her nose in disbelief, and didn't say anything for a long time.

Luo Xiaoqiao's face turned red with anger when he saw him, and he couldn't help but snort: "Er Shao, I'm joking with you, you can't help but be funny." ”

"Really?" Feng Chenhao lowered his eyelids, blocking the slight loss in his eyes, and after saying these two words, he did not continue.

"Er Shao, aren't you the prefect of Spring City? How did you get here? Luo Xiaoqiao asked curiously: "If you go, there will be nothing wrong with Chuncheng rice?"

Speaking of this, Feng Chenhao's face was a little stinky, and he didn't want to deal with her.

"Yo, who made our second young master unhappy? Say it, say it and make me happy. ”

Feng Chenhao looked at her heartless appearance, his heart was very blocked, and he turned around and left with a "hum".

This time the victory was a great victory, and King Jing rarely allowed the soldiers to celebrate.

In the distance, waves of joy swelled up.

But in ancient times, when battles were won, there were very few entertainments, except for women, it was nothing more than a good meal, at most a little wine, soldiers fought with each other, and that's it.

Luo Xiaoqiao looked at the figures on the school field who had no strength and nowhere to go, lowered his head and smiled, thinking about his plan.

Luo Xiaoqiao has always had a faint sense of crisis, and now that someone is eyeing her behind her and wants to target her business, she will not sit still.

It is imperative to consolidate the relationship with King Jing.

Now that the opportunity is in front of him, he can start with the military he cares about, and then talk about other things.

The north is better than the vast land, but the lack is sparsely populated.

It is not impossible to promote mechanized farming throughout the Northland, build a large agricultural country, and then stimulate other industries.

Is the product copied? Never mind.

Technology changes life, she doesn't believe it, spanning thousands of years of accumulation of knowledge systems, well-designed machinery, can also be copied.

However, relying on her two guns alone is definitely not enough, and the farmers are so poor, even if she makes them, she is afraid that she will not be able to afford them, and she has to rely on the government at a critical time.

I said before that I was going to go to King Jing to cry, and it was time for him to at least get the infrastructure done first.

Thinking of this, Luo Xiaoqiao patted Luo's skirt and stood up to ask to see King Jing.

Cai Yuxuan wanted to come over to thank him, but after seeing this scene, he also followed him to the door of King Jing's tent.