Reborn Farmer's Businesswoman

Chapter 590 It's My Fault
Han Qing was so guilty that she didn't rest all night.

Arriving at the port to moor and disembark on the second day, there was no joy at all, and he was not happy at all because he wanted to see Lin Youtian.

If only she had been more careful...

If she had thought more carefully...

If she adds more guards...

No matter how she thinks about it after the fact, the thing has already happened and cannot be changed.Losing one-third of the food, grass and medicinal materials for no reason will bring a lot of losses to the army, and some people may face death if they cannot use the medicine!
It's her fault, it's all her fault!

She must make up for it twice!Make it up! ! !

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December [-]th, Liuyun County.

Han Qing babbled like this, even when she arrived in Liuyun County, she was still in a trance with a bad complexion.

She arrived half a day earlier than the army, and waited in Liuyun County for half a day. The ones who came to hand over were still the supervising army, the second son Qian... and her husband.

Lin Youtian looked at Han Qing with a haggard complexion, black eyes, and his heart twitched.

On the way there, the scouts had already sent news that the Turks had sent people to the sea to intercept supplies.

You must know that the Inner Sea has always been a fake for the Turkic people, and they may not go to sea once a year.They were careless this time, and they didn't expect that the enemy would grab the waterway...

The enemy army was also driven crazy. After successive defeats and no supplies, they tried every means to intercept the Northern Dynasty's supplies.

Even if you can't take it as your own, you must destroy it!

The loss of one-third of the grain and grass, the enemy is indeed cunning, but many parties are also responsible.

But looking at Qing'er's small appearance, she must be foolishly carrying all of it on herself, thinking it was her fault, otherwise she wouldn't look so haggard and fall down as if blown by the wind.

Sure enough, after the handover was over, Lin Youtian saw Han Qing write down all the lost materials.

This is... do you want to make it up?

He sighed and stepped forward to hold Han Qing's little hand.

I don't want to...it's extremely cold!
He took the man into his arms, "It's all right, Qing'er is doing well..."

Han Qing smiled at Lin Youtian, but she didn't know that her face was very stiff,

It was getting late at night, Lin Youtian and Qian Lao Er asked for leave, and took Han Qing to stay at the inn last time.

Xiaoer had already had a deep impression on the two of them, and before Lin Youtian could order, he had already prepared food and hot water.

Han Qing sat in the side room, pretending to be relaxed: "Recently, the army is really powerful, winning consecutive victories."

"Qing'er..."

"Don't say..."

Han Qing laughed loudly, didn't even eat dinner, and went straight into the hot water, trying to find a trace of warmth.

Lin Youtian looked at the figure behind the screen, sometimes a person is too strong, once he blames himself or feels guilty, he will fall into a dead end and his heart will collapse.

He stood behind the screen and guarded Han Qing, giving her a quiet moment.

After a long time, he stepped behind the screen and picked him up.

He took a cloth towel to dry the silent man, and put him on the bed again.

Han Qing said nothing, curled up in his arms, and frowned involuntarily.

Lin Youtian laughed and patted her on the back: "Qing'er is doing very well, because with Qing'er's help, the army is not hungry. It is not the Northern Dynasty that is short of food and grass, but the Turks."

"If Qing'er is afraid that it's not enough, bring more next time."

"……it is good."

"Hum a ditty for my husband, okay?"

"it is good."

Familiar old nursery rhymes linger in her ears, Lin Youtian puts his big hands on her back to comfort her...

His embrace is so safe, his embrace is so warm in the cold winter, his voice is so melodious and gentle...

After a long, long time, until he heard the even breathing of the person in his arms, Lin Youcai let out a long breath, smiled and kissed her forehead.

He gently traced her outline with his fingertips through the air, and suddenly smiled softly and dotingly, and said softly: "It's really my little fool..."

(End of this chapter)