The sun is about to set, staining the sky red.

Not to mention two children, He Shaoguang's stomach is not hungry.

The Assassin also went out on patrol, and when he came back with a pheasant, he prepared to light a firewood and cook it for food.

"Cluck......" The poor pheasant struggled and was torn off his neck in one fell swoop.

Then the Assassin began to pluck the feathers, but the feathers were so difficult to pluck that the large feathers were plucked out, and many smaller ones were attached to them.

The Assassins had little patience for it, and wanted to just roast it on the fire.

"Hey...... Other! ”

He Shaoguang looked at the pheasant, although he had eaten a lot of game two days ago, but he had been hungry for a day, and he was hungry at the moment.

“？”

The assassin paused to see what she wanted to say.

"Big Brother Assassin." He Shaoguang blinked his eyes twice, and said tentatively, "The chicken feathers are eating and pulling their throats, you boil some hot water, scald the chicken feathers, and it will be easier to pull out a lot." ”

The assassin glanced at her, thinking about the flavor of the unplucked chicken, which was indeed uncomfortable.

So he went to the brook not far away and fetched a ladle of water. He had no tools, so he had to use the water bladder he had with him, and lay it on the fire to heat it in the air.

After waiting for the water to boil with great difficulty, the assassin rubbed the chicken's whole body as she said, and sure enough, the hairs were much easier.

He Shaoguang estimated that he had almost handled it, and said again: "Actually, this chicken is roasted over an open flame, not to mention the black skin, and it is very firewood......

The assassin was impatient: "Can I not know? Where do you get the pots and pans? ”

"Ahem......" He Shaoguang said with a straight face, "Actually, it doesn't have to be so complicated, I know a way, it must be better than this." ”

The assassin waited for her to continue, but He Shaoguang kept his mouth shut, not intending to continue.

"Say?" The assassin frowned, "Lord hates people who talk halfway, don't think that if you are the general's wife, I won't dare to do anything to you!" ”

He Shaoguang swallowed his saliva: "I can teach you, but you have to give us some to eat." ”

The Assassin pondered her request, he was afraid that something would cause trouble.

"You won't be able to finish it alone anyway."

"If you starve our mother-in-law, maybe you will be wiped by him before you see Lu Xiaowen say a word."

In order to eat chicken, He Shaoguang can be said to be "encompassing grace and power".

Eventually, the Assassin agreed to her terms and asked her to teach herself.

He Shaoguang asked him to find a few large leaves to make zongye or whatever, wrap the chicken and seal it with mud.

"Can this be eaten?" The assassin looked at her suspiciously

He Shaoguang smiled at him and continued to command: "Find a few bricks and tiles to build up...... Yes, there are many of them. Light a fire inside, throw the chicken in and wait. ”

While waiting, bursts of fragrance wafted out, and several people couldn't sit still.

"Okay, right?"

"No, wait."

“……”

"That's going to be fine, right?"

"Not yet, don't worry."

“……”

I don't know how long I waited, but when the assassin frequently probed to confirm whether the chicken was cooked.

He Shaoguang gave an order: "It's okay!" ”

The Assassin immediately scooped a lump of dirt out of the fire, the mud that had been moist and enveloping the chickens had dried up and turned brown.

He Shaoguang asked him to break the mud, indicating that he should be cooked.

Although there are no various spices, the most primitive flower chicken is wrapped in the fragrance of plants, and the fragrance is on the tip of everyone's heart in the broken temple.

The Assassin was in a good mood and was about to make good on his promise, graciously giving each of the two children a chicken leg.

He handed it over, and Lu Mingzhen wanted to reach out to pick it up, but found that his hand was tied and he couldn't move.

She turned her head to look at He Shaoguang rather aggrieved.

Lu Mingyan, who was more calm, also twisted his small body, wanting to relax some ropes.

"That...... Brother Assassin, why don't you let go of our hands? ”

The assassin immediately put the chicken leg back in his hand: "Are you a fool for me?" ”

"Oh no, it's just a hand! Aren't our feet still tied? We three weak women and children can't carry them on our shoulders or hands...... Can you run? ”

He Shaoguang bit his lower lip, very pitiful.

Even the two children stared at him with their big clear eyes.

The Assassin was under pressure, thinking that the three of them would not be able to run, so with a wave of his hand, he loosened their hands on them, but their feet were still firmly tied.

After being tied with a rope for an afternoon, He Shaoguang had deep red marks on his hands, and the two children were in good condition because of the thick clothes they were wearing.

Lu Mingyan glanced at her wrist distressedly and quietly rubbed it twice for her.

He Shaoguang touched his head, took the chicken that the assassin handed her, and took a big bite.

Hungry so much that he didn't care about his image at all.

The assassin glanced at it and was stunned: is the general's wife also so arrogant?

He Shaoguang didn't notice it at all, and while nibbling on the last bit of meat on the chicken rack, he commented: "It's a pity that there will be no lotus leaves, this called flower chicken still needs to be wrapped in lotus leaves, that is fragrant, not greasy at all." ”

There is no salt to taste, and it tastes a little bland.

Of course, after eating, the Assassins re-tied their hands, and tied them more strongly than before.

Because it's night, they're going to spend the night here today.

I don't know if it's because of the fate of this meal called Flower Chicken, or if the assassin's compassion is moved.

After supper, he went out for a walk again, and when he came back, he cut the grass for them and spread it on the ground, which made him a little more comfortable.

He Shaoguang was moved, and decided that if Lu Xiaowen hadn't come over tomorrow, she could teach him to bake other things.

A comfortable hostage life is something that you have to fight for with your own hands.

But she didn't wait for this opportunity, and fell asleep in the middle of the night, when she heard footsteps, and then someone touched her face.

The touch was cold and cold, and almost instantly, goosebumps stood up all over He Shaoguang's body.

She closed her eyes and was about to make any other moves, so she bounced up and kicked him in the knee.

"Shaoguang, it's me."

The familiar sound, even when it is placed very lightly, is exceptionally clear.

He Shaoguang almost burst into tears: this big brother finally came to save them.

He Shaoguang opened his eyes and saw Lu Xiaowen's slightly pale face in the moonlight shining through the crumbling window.

He Shaoguang couldn't hold back any longer, tears flowed down his eyes, and he whimpered.

Afraid of alarming the assassin, she bit her lower lip, but she couldn't stop her tears and snot from flowing into her mouth.

……

I want to cry even more.

It's so embarrassing, He Shaoguang is desperate for life.

Lu Xiaowen didn't give her time to despair, took out her handkerchief from her arms, and gently wiped off the dirt for her.

"Where's the kid?"

He Shaoguang "woo" signaled, and the two children lying on the straw mat on the side.

Lu Mingyan curled his knees against the pillar, and Lu Mingzhen lay at his feet, sleeping not very sweetly.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, He Shaoguang saw that the Assassin's straw mat was empty.

(End of chapter)