When Qingzhou heard this, his eyes suddenly crossed with hidden worries, and he only whispered: "Uncle is entangled in affairs, where can he do without eating." ”

"Yes, young lady." The squire sighed as he spoke.

"I'll make a bowl of noodles for my uncle, and I'll bother you to send it." Qingzhou glanced at those thick noodle steamed buns, which really made people have little appetite in this cold night, far less tempting than a bowl of steaming noodle soup.

The attendant was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly said; "Then there's Mrs. Lao."

Qingzhou did not delay any longer, after cleaning his hands, he was busy, she knew that Wanzhongshan is a northerner, and northerners love to eat pasta, thinking that Wanzhongshan is a military general, the amount of food is naturally larger, Qingzhou only made his bowl of noodles very sufficient, the noodle soup is even, sprinkle a handful of greens, cut a handful of chives, and drop a few drops of sesame oil, which is enough to make people's appetite move.

Seeing that the noodle soup was ready, the attendant picked up the noodles, only to feel the fragrance, he thanked the light boat, raised his legs and walked towards the main tent.

As soon as he entered the tent, he saw that the generals had left the main tent in twos and threes, and only Wanzhongshan was left in the tent, and he was discussing the war with the Liao people with the military division. "General Qiyu, the young lady ordered her subordinates to bring supper to the general, and asked the general to use it slowly."

Hearing this, Wan Chongshan's eyes fell on the bowl of steaming noodle soup.

The attendant didn't dare to look up, but only brought the bowl of noodles to the desk, and then retreated.

"The general was busy with the war this day, but he delayed the meal, so that the old man would not delay the general's meal." Seeing this, Jiang Zhen arched his hand towards Wanzhong Mountain, and Wanzhong Mountain bowed his head lightly, signaling him to retreat.

After the military division left, Wan Chongshan looked at the bowl of noodles, Xu is noodles were fragrant, so that he noticed hunger, he first drank a mouthful of noodle soup, the noodle soup was fresh, a mouthful of stomach, suddenly made people feel warm and proper, Wan Chongshan's tense expression stretched, only picked up the chopsticks and ate.

The next day, Qingzhou heard that the noodle soup he made made Wan Chongshan eat all the clean, and a trace of joy suddenly floated in his heart, since that day, every night, Qingzhou will always go to the stove room, make a supper and let the attendant send it to Wan Chongshan, at first, she was still a little worried that she would displease her uncle by doing this, but seeing the plate that the waiter brought back, no matter what she did, Wan Chongshan would always finish eating, Qingzhou gradually let go of his heart, only to do his junior's heart.

On this day, Qingzhou was holding the soles of his shoes in the tent, when he saw Forsythia running in in a hurry, and said a word to her; "Miss, it's terrible!"

"What's wrong?" Qingzhou was taken aback.

"It's my uncle!" Forsythia gasps for breath and breathes out of breath; "The general just came back from the front line, and he didn't let anyone pass it on, he went directly to his uncle's tent, this time he couldn't go, he actually saw his uncle and a few soldiers under him get together to play dice, gambling in the army is a big crime, the general let the uncle take him to the main tent, saying that he was going to beat his uncle with a hundred military sticks!"

When Qingzhou heard this, her face suddenly changed, she put down the sewing basket in her hand, and before she could say anything, Forsythia spoke again; "Vice General Zhao asked the slave maid to hurry up and tell the young lady, let you go and plead with your uncle quickly, the general is angry now, no one can persuade him, if he really beats his uncle with a hundred military sticks, it will be fatal!"

Qingzhou's heart was shocked, she calmed down, and only led Forsythia to hurry towards the main tent.

As soon as I arrived at the tent, I heard Wan Zi'an's screams inside, obviously he was beaten lightly, Qingzhou's face was pale, and as soon as he entered the tent, he saw Wan Chongshan's face was pale, standing there with his hands in his hands, Wan Zi'an was put on a bench, and there were guards standing on the left and right, holding heavy military sticks in their hands, and they hit Wan Zi'an's back at once.

Some other generals stood at the bottom, and no one dared to come forward to intercede, considering the might of Wanzhong Mountain on weekdays.

"Uncle." Qingzhou looked at it at a glance, and saw that Wan Zi'an's back was crisscrossed with bruises all over the blue and purple, she looked frightened and knelt in front of Wanzhong Mountain.

Wan Chongshan saw her, and with a gesture, ordered the executioner to stop the stick.

"Uncle, please spare your husband." Qingzhou's voice trembled, facing the angry man, he didn't know if his plea was useful.

"You get up first." Wan Chongshan suppressed his anger and spoke to the light boat.

"Uncle, please...."

"This kid gambles in the army, and if he doesn't teach him a lesson, I don't know what he can do next time." Wan Chongshan was really angry this time, Wan Zi'an was his own nephew, but he blatantly violated military discipline, the most taboo in the army was to gather people to gamble, if he was not severely punished, how could he serve the public.

"Uncle, my husband is not in good health, please spare him." Qingzhou's eyes were clear, and there was a crystal color swirling in her eyes, and her voice was so soft, revealing the girl's pleading, she knew that Wan Zi'an was at fault first, and she also knew that Wan Chongshan was not at fault for severely punishing her nephew, but Wan Zi'an, after all, was her husband.

Qingzhou remembered that she married into Wanfu Chongxi, in the days when Wan Zi'an was seriously ill and in a coma, she didn't dare to close her eyes day and night, even if he was not good to herself, but he was also the lover of her life, the one she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

Wan Chongshan saw the light in her eyes, and his black eyes sank slightly, he waved his hand, signaling the executioner to retreat, Wan Zi'an was in great pain, and only slipped down from the bench, Qingzhou hurriedly stepped forward, and his soft little hand held his arm, Wan Zi'an glanced back at her, this time, he didn't wave her hand.