In the treetops of the moon, the sky was empty, and a nightingale cried happily, "fluttering-" into the dark bushes, and disappeared.

The handsome tent under the treetops is bright and thorough, and the two figures are tall and straight, and the other is thin and delicate. Small, deeply imprinted on the tent cloth, became a poem.

Slowly, a female voice reciting scriptures came from the handsome tent word by word-

"The four-character women's scripture teaches you to be smart. Be a woman on the mother's side, don't go out of the boudoir. Don't walk around, don't sit and shake yourself. Don't smile with teeth, don't talk loudly. Whispering, slow marching. Dressing smartly, dressing smart...... Toilet...... Comb ......"

Jiang Zhige tilted her head and tried her best to think about the next sentence, but she couldn't think of anything, so she had to scratch her head and look at Ye Shengji on the side aggrievedly, with a reluctant face.

Ye Shengji glanced at her with an eye from the top of the scroll, and finally sighed, and threw the scroll on the desk next to him with a "snap" in hatred, and said helplessly: "At the beginning of this paragraph, I have taken you to recite it no less than ten times...... If you don't, I will. ”

"How do I know where to start reciting this...... I forgot the back of the back...... I can't finish it until dawn......"

Jiang Zhige said with a sad face and a complaint.

"Forget it. I don't think you're the material to memorize this kind of book. ”

Ye Shengji glanced at her deeply, and said as if he had given up.

"Oh yes."

Jiang Zhige secretly made a V gesture, but heard Ye Shengji pick up another booklet in his hand, which reads "The Art of War"!

"Memorize this book. Come to me every day for random checks. It depends on how familiar you are with the art of war. ”

Ye Shengji threw it away, and threw the "Art of War" made of bamboo slips into Jiang Zhige's arms!

"—that's all that!"

Jiang Zhige couldn't help but scream, glanced at Ye Shengji cautiously and pitifully, and said with a smile: "Yes...... Less? ”

"No, you can't. After reading it, I still have the middle volume and the second volume here. ”

Ye Shengji glanced at her with a smile, and said regardless of her life or death.

"Are you sure...... Won't there be a human life? ”

Jiang Zhige drooped her head melancholy, and glanced at a book that was enough for her to open for more than half a month, and her head was big.

"No, it won't. Just right, to relieve your boredom. ”

Ye Shengji lazily took a sip of tea and said leisurely.

"Hehehe...... Master Ye, you, you're too worried. The small one is not stuffy at all. It's true! ”

Jiang Zhige was very reluctant to make such an arrangement, but he couldn't beat him, so he had to endure it silently alone.

"Tonight, stay here and carry it. You're alone in the military tent, and I'm a little worried. ”

Ye Shengji seemed to say this casually, and when he heard Jiang Zhige's heart, he felt inexplicably a warm current.

"It turns out that you are afraid that I will not be safe alone......"

Jiang Zhige covered her mouth with a scroll and snickered at Ye Shengji, who was a little unnatural, and her little face was filled with a little happiness.

"Ahem. I have always been considerate of my subordinates. ”

Ye Shengji coughed lightly twice, turned around and walked sideways, and opened a book with a "whoosh-" sound, blocking his eyes, pretending to be deep.

"Cut...... I won't eat you again......"

Jiang Zhige muttered, glanced at Ye Shengji, and with a "snap-" sound, he slammed the book on the coffee table on the side, and turned it up boringly while knocking on the melon seeds.

This time is already the end of the day.

Inside the tent, half of the lamp oil in the golden tray had been removed, and Ye Shengji lightly picked the wick with a silver needle, and the light flickered, swaying violently! And then, suddenly, a dark!

Meanwhile! The curtain was quickly lifted by a hand! A figure followed, and drilled in!

"Who!?"

Ye Shengji immediately drew his sword and quickly moved in front of Jiang Zhige, vigilantly, and let out a low shout!

The wick suddenly lit up at this moment, illuminating the handsome tent transparently, and the people who would come would also shine clearly!

I saw Shi Lingling standing in front of Ye Shengji with a plate of osmanthus cake in his hand, and seeing Ye Shengji protecting Jiang Zhige like this, the original smile full of joy froze on his face, and he said slowly with a very embarrassed face-

"Ye Shengji, you have always loved to eat osmanthus cakes. I saw that there were some osmanthus flowers in the prepared ingredients, so I made some for you. Eat it while it's hot. ”

Only then did Ye Shengji put down the sword in his hand, and "click-" The sword was sheathed.

He frowned, glanced at the osmanthus cake, and said in a low voice, "Do you remember that I love to eat osmanthus cake?" It's hard for you to send it so late. If there is nothing good to eat in the army, you can take it back and make up for it a little. I followed along the way, and I should have suffered a lot. ”

In Ye Shengji's words, there was an obvious refusal. But it is a euphemism that makes it impossible to refuse.

"But!"

Shi Lingling was a little anxious, and looked up and wanted to persuade Ye Shengji to accept it, but saw that Ye Shengji had already turned around and didn't leave her a chance.

His back is always so arrogant and cold to her, never giving her a glimmer of hope.

"Then I'll retire first, you early, rest. Miss Jiang, I'll go first. ”

Shi Lingling made a salute, and when he looked up again, the tears were already rolling in his eyes, so he held back, and politely walked out of the tent with the osmanthus cake.

Jiang Zhige had never seen Ye Shengjin refuse others so resolutely, so she choked for a while, "cough-cough-" After a few sounds, she said very inappropriately in Ye Shengji's puzzled eyes: "I said, handsome guy, will it be a little ...... for you to refuse a girl's kindness like this?" Not too kind? ”

"Then how do you think I should refuse, so that I can be kind?"

Ye Shengzhen was obviously not in a very good mood, put the book on the desk, slowly paced a few steps to approach Jiang Zhige, who was sitting in the Taishi chair, and asked her in an unquestionable tone.

"Ahem, teacher...... Teacher, isn't it good? Isn't it good for you? ”

Jiang Zhige's eyes flickered, and he turned his head to the other side while knocking on the melon seeds as he spoke.

"She's fine. At least, more than someone who has no conscience. Much better. ”

Ye Shengji glanced at her and said faintly.

"What's wrong with me? Don't I just don't know how to make osmanthus cakes?! ”

His gaze was like water, pouring into Jiang Zhige's eyes, and when she suddenly looked up, it was a pool of spring river water that made her unforgettable!

"I don't need you to make osmanthus cakes. It's good for you to stay with me. ”

"Uh......?"

Ye Shengzhen said with a blushing face a little awkwardly, took the "Art of War" next to her and gently knocked her on the head, and said angrily: "Why are you stunned?" Still haven't read your book yet? ”

“…… What......"

Outside the tent, there was a "bang-" sound, and it was the sound of a plate carrying something falling to the ground.