The little petite bag of the fourth master of Qingchuan

Chapter 401
Sange glanced at the lamb chops.

Although she tried her best to endure it, she finally swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The little general saw it from the corner of his eyes, chuckled, and called the servants to come in to serve him, cut off the lamb chops with a knife, put them on a copper plate, and brought them to Sangege.

San Gege turned his head away.

Seeing this, the serving female slave didn't know what to do, so she turned her attention to the little general.

The little general thought for a while, then ordered someone to bring over Amu who had been serving San Gege all the time.

……

After a while, Amu was brought over.

She had always been concerned about San Gege in her heart, but at this moment she suddenly saw the young master holding San Gege in her arms, Amu blushed in embarrassment, and quickly lowered her head to avoid looking away.

But my heart was relieved a lot.

From the looks of it, the "girl" is not in danger for the time being.

After all, the little general is still interested in her.

With Amu serving, San Gege's mood obviously stabilized a lot. After Amu reached out to feed her lamb chops with a plate, she was willing to eat two or three yuan.

The little general raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at Amu approvingly, and then gave a command to Amu—meaning that Amu would not have to do rough work in the future, as long as he was in charge of serving the girl.

Since the girl has moved into the tent, Amu will also follow.

Amu couldn't react for a while, and then agreed blankly.

After she withdrew, she saw that the servants around the tent looked at her enviously, probably thinking that she had encountered a great luck.

How is it such a coincidence?But the girl she had served for a few days became the young general's new love.

……

In the tent, the little general ate a few pieces of mutton slowly, pushed the copper plate aside, and just stared at Sange with a smile.

San GeGe felt terrified when he saw it.

She just thought that the little general might be romantic—not to mention that she didn't know her identity.

Looking at it like this, it is probably just a matter of love between men and women.

But looking into the eyes of the little general—San Gege suddenly realized that he was thinking too naively.

It's not that simple.

The little general looked at her with frivolous and playful eyes, but more of scrutiny.

It's as if a merchant is looking at an item that is about to sell at a high price.

Strange things to live in.

It was difficult for San Gege to describe this feeling, but her intuition made her feel deeply uneasy.

……

The tent was filled with the smell of food, the little general reached out and held the dagger in his hand.

Seeing the cold light flashing across the blade of the dagger, Sangege shrank back subconsciously, but the little general grabbed his shoulders.

He controlled her forcefully with one hand, while holding the dagger in the other hand, he slowly chopped up the cake on the plate, then handed it to San Gege, and handed the half glass of wine he had left to San Gege.

"eat."

He was succinct.

Sangege was really hungry—the aroma of the few pieces of good lamb chops just now stimulated her sense of taste.

She was starving.

The sound of cavalry patrolling came from outside the tent, and the surrounding area was open—the wind was extremely strong here, and the wind poured in from the gap in the door of the tent, making a sharp whistling sound.

Seeing that San Gege was devouring the food, the little general had a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, and casually threw a piece of cake next to him.

San Gege never knew that he would be able to starve himself like this.

He didn't chew and swallow slowly, but swallowed the food instinctively and in a survival-like manner.

When she finally slowed down, the little general turned the dagger upside down, raised her chin slightly with the hilt, and said word by word: "Who the hell are you?"

San Gege's expression was shocked, and he wanted to make a sound hoarsely, but couldn't speak clearly.

She wandered her eyes over the tent table, but couldn't find any pen and ink to write on.

San Gege had no choice but to gesture to the little general—meaning she wanted to write.

Want to use writing instead of speaking.

The little general smiled, seeing the oily corners of her mouth, so he casually found a clean handkerchief and threw it at San Gege's face.

How could San Gege care about these things, his eyes were pleading, he looked at the little general, and grabbed his sleeve.

The little general took her hand backhand.

The girl's fingers were slender and tender, and her complexion was fair and delicate--these hands looked like hands that hadn't done any rough work.

This is not the hand of an ordinary girl herding horses and sheep.

He was careless, he should have seen it long ago.

The veil fell into San Gege's arms——San Gege looked down at the veil, and suddenly there was a flash of light in his eyes.

She stretched out her index finger between her teeth and bit it hard. With a sharp pain, blood flowed down from her fingertip.

Enduring the pain of the wound, San Gege wrote on the handkerchief one stroke at a time: "I am the Qing Dynasty..."

When the words "Great General Wang Daughter" were written, San Gege raised his head, only to see the little general Wang's eyes were calm and unwavering.

It's as if everything is under control.

"Have you found it?"

He only glanced at the bloody book, and then shouted to Zhang Zi: "Bola!"

A thin man dressed as a Qing army walked in immediately.

"Bola" was the new name given to this man by the little general, and he was actually a member of the Qing army before.

Earlier, it was said that Erdan rushed forward and the entire [-] army was wiped out. By chance, he pretended to be dead and crawled out from the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

He thought he had finally recovered his life, but he fled halfway and bumped into one of the troops led by Cewang Allah Butan.

It was the team led by the little general.

Frightened, Borah desperately begged and kowtowed, and said that he was familiar with the situation of the Qing army, and that he could be a sentinel. In the future, he would sneak into it and inquire about the news, in exchange for his cheap life.

The little general won the battle that day, and was praised by his father Khan Cewang Allah Butan in front of his brothers. It was a time of elation and extraordinary pride.

It can be considered that Borah's life is great-it just happened to be such a time.

So, the little general raised his hand, as if to spare her life.

At this moment, Borah lowered her head and lay on the carpet, only glanced at three grids, and didn't dare to look any further.

He also felt ashamed in his heart, and he didn't dare to face the great general and princess of the Qing Dynasty. He just kept emphasizing to the new master: Yes, there is no need to find someone to look at it.

This girl is the fourth prince of the Qing Dynasty, the daughter of the Great General King.

Certainly.

Moreover, it should also be Sangege, the daughter of the king's favorite side princess.

The reason why he was so sure was that when he was a scout before, he saw with his own eyes that the General Wang led the guards and escorted the side princess and San Gege out of the camp.

At that time, San Gege didn't want to ride in a carriage, so he rode on a horse in a red dress, which was particularly eye-catching.

She has been acting coquettishly to the Great General Wang all the way - it seems that she wants to stay in the camp.

But in the end, she was driven back by her father.

(End of this chapter)