Murong Chu stood in front of the big tent with his hands in his hands, the hem of his ink-colored robe moving with the wind. "Take him to practice."

Mo Li looked up, and on the training ground in the distance, groups of soldiers were conducting drills separately.

"Subordinates obey!" Sun Han hugged his fists in response. Then he waved his hand at Mo Li and strode towards the training ground.

Sun Han left Mo Li to a Wu commander and left. Although he didn't say anything specific, the soldiers were still secretly guessing Mo Li's identity, after all, General Sun, as a deputy general, had never personally sent anyone.

Wu Chang looked Mo Li up and down: "What's your name?" ”

"Mo Li."

"How old are you?"

"Sixteen."

"It's sixteen, why are you still such a small body!" Wu Chang's eyes were full of disgust, "Just like you, I'm afraid you won't even be able to hold a weapon!" ”

Mo Li was secretly sad in her heart, this body was already quite slender, and she hadn't eaten a full meal seriously since she moved in. Now it is not far from being skinny, and it has begun to have a tendency to thin yellow muscles.

Oh...... To correct it, I finally ate enough yesterday. But even if you were full yesterday, you can't grow meat today!

"Li Tou'er, how good-looking this Mo brother is!" A soldier next to him smiled kindly at Mo Li and said.

"It's good-looking, it's a fart!" Wu Chang reprimanded, "On the battlefield, can you use this face to kill the enemy?" ”

"Yes, Li Touer is right. I will definitely practice hard and strive to get my weapons in hand as soon as possible. Mo Li cautiously changed the subject. She didn't want everyone to continue to worry about her appearance, she had used the water in the river as a mirror to see herself when she first came through.

Not to mention, the original owner Mo Jinxi was at least seven or eight points similar to her when she was a teenager, with the same red lips and bright teeth, and pretty eyebrows.

In particular, the pair of eyes that are as clear as glass always attract people's eyes. Because of this, Mo Li's grandfather named her "Li".

may be related to the era of life, Mo Jinxi is more soft and graceful than Mo Li. Thanks to her current malnutrition, otherwise with her appearance, even if she is wearing men's clothes, it is difficult to ensure that people will not be able to see through it.

"Fugui, you teach him our boxing technique." Mo Li was dumped by the captain to a soldier and went to practice fighting with other soldiers by himself.

"Hey, it's you!" The person who was assigned to teach Mo Liquan was the one who criticized her for being rude to Murong Chu in front of the big tent yesterday afternoon.

"Qin Fugui. Brother Mo, we meet again. Qin Fugui hugged his shoulders with a serious expression, "I'll start boxing now, you learn carefully." ”

But after more than half an hour, Mo Li understood why Wu Chang would throw her to Qin Fugui, and also knew why Qin Fugui took the initiative to teach her how to do things yesterday. It turns out that Qin Fugui is a person who will die without educating others in a few words.

In a short period of time, he had counted Mo Li back and forth from head to toe several times. Fortunately, Mo Li has a strong heart in her small body, otherwise she would have burst into tears.

In fact, Mo Li wants to practice his boxing well, this body is indeed a little weaker, and exercising more can not only enhance his physique, but also help his growth and development. However, the basic conditions reminded her again and again: You are hopeless......

Mo Li gritted his teeth and insisted, when he was criticized by Qin Fugui for being incomplete, scorched on the outside and tender on the inside, the morning exercise of an hour every day finally came to an end.

As soon as he collapsed to the ground regardless of his image, a shadow hung over him, "The general ordered, go and get breakfast!" Sun Han stood in front of him like a black tower, condescending like a god, but in Mo Li's eyes, it was like urging the king of Hades......

Struggling to get up, dragging his body that was about to fall apart and moving towards the kitchen...... Wait, as if remembering something, Mo Li turned a corner and went in the other direction.

In the kitchen, the food box with breakfast is ready. Mo Li brushed the fork he had just picked up from his fellow villagers in Ershun with alkaline water, and then scalded it in boiling water several times.

The size and shape of the fork are in line with Mo Li's requirements. Ershun's fellow villagers said that in order to make the fork more durable and durable, he braised steel into it during the beating process, and polished it after it was beaten, making the fork light and recognizable.

When the fork appeared in front of Murong Chu's eyes, General Murong's narrow eyes lit up: "This is...... Hidden weapons? ”

Mo Li suddenly had a black line: "General, this is a fork for eating." As he spoke, he demonstratively picked up a small piece of pickle, "Well, you can try it." ”

Murong Chu took the fork suspiciously, tried it a few times, and the temperature on his face was not as low as it was just now: "Where did you get it?" ”

"Brother Ershun's fellow villager is a craftsman who repairs weapons, and I asked him to help with it."

"It's not for nothing."

Mo Li didn't know if Murong Chu was referring to the fork or her, so she simply closed her mouth and stopped talking, and quietly watched Murong Chu eat breakfast with a dignified and elegant demeanor.

I have to say that watching the handsome pot to eat is also a kind of enjoyment, if the handsome pot is not an iceberg face, if your stomach can compete more, not vigorously "grunt", how beautiful the picture should be!

But the bony reality is: Murong Chu was expressionless and scooped a small mouthful of porridge with a spoon and drank it, put down the spoon, and then used a fork to fork a mouthful of vegetables into his mouth, chewing slowly and methodically. With his movements, Mo Li's stomach let out a discordant low roar without a sense of rhythm, although the sound was not loud, but it was too quiet in the big tent, and the two people present could hear it clearly.

Mo Li felt very embarrassed, but also helpless, in the morning he practiced boxing on an empty stomach for an hour, and the calories were exhausted, and anyone would be hungry.

Just when Mo Li's stomach was chanting for the third time, Murong Chu put down the fork in his hand, touched the corner of his mouth with a napkin and said, "Go get the deputy dishes and chopsticks, I can't use so much alone." ”

"Can I understand that General Murong is inviting me to have breakfast together?" Mo Li asked with a smile.

"Go."

"Okay!" Mo Li happily ran out of the big tent.

Murong Chu picked up the fork thoughtfully, although this thing looked strange, it was quite easy to use.

Mo Li was really hungry, so she took the dishes and chopsticks and sat directly opposite Murong Chu and ate them unceremoniously. Although it is not a gobble, it is also like a storm and a cloud of hard work, and it is simply different from Murong Chu on the other side.

Its speed was so fast that Murong Chu had to end this breakfast early. There is only one reason: if you only eat pickles for breakfast, it will be very salty. Now he regrets it very much, he shouldn't be too hot for porridge, and only let Mo Li serve him a small half bowl......

Mo Li put down his chopsticks with satisfaction, and said with a smile: "General Murong, you are such a big person, why do you eat so little!" ”

The temperature on Murong Chu's face dropped a few points again, and he was about to have a seizure, but he changed his mind when he listened to Mo Li's words later.