The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

Fang Ying ran away crying.

Although he grew up in the army, he is a charming flower who has never been on the battlefield and has been taken care of by his uncles and brothers.

When it comes to bearing the bloody war, Jiang qianxia, who has really experienced a sea of corpses and blood and personally sent countless wounded soldiers crying for death, is much better than her.

"Oh, he said he wanted to attack and take the battlefield as a romantic arena for love and love. It would be nice if he could die and don't harm his colleagues. He really doesn't know the so-called woman."

The first time I saw my master's son blackening, the ghost couldn't shake. I was pushed several times by the poison scholar, so I was silly and focused again.

"Tut tut Tut, are you scared?"

The poison scholar half covered his mouth with a folding fan and said with a low smile of schadenfreude: "you haven't seen your master's staff kill people. Tut tut Tut, dozens of people were tied to the bench and filled the yard."

"When he ordered the staff to blame, he sat in a chair and looked at those people screaming for mercy in front of him. Blood and flesh splashed everywhere. When they died, the whole yard was covered with blood clots. It felt like walking on top of them..."

"Poison scholar, have you had enough? It's fun to scare my children?"

The whole army tent could hear the loud voice, but they didn't see the two soldiers who came to report, so they left the lively soldiers and the innocent aylan. Were they all scared?

"Hey, hey, your child is used to be a martyr. He was frightened by such a little blood. He really followed you to the battlefield in the future. How can he bear it?"

At a glance, Jiang qianxia looked at Guli and frowned: "how did Fang Ying come to Pingshan army? The three old men didn't take care of it?"

"There is no need to disturb the three uncles for the transfer order at the level of captain. Ying'er didn't know where to find the transfer order. She arrived at the barracks a day earlier than me."

Shaking his daughter gently, Guli said faintly, "don't worry. I'll order her to stay in the camp as a reserve force and won't let her cause trouble on the battlefield."

"No, I feel bad."

Biting her fingernails, Jiang qianxia frowned and said, "a woman who has lost face in public several times by me, or a woman who is trapped by love and doesn't have much reason. Who can guarantee that she won't be impulsive and involve more innocent people in order to kill me?"

"She is already an unstable factor. You'd better send her back to Kyoto. If you're afraid she's unsafe on the road, I can ask wanbaoge or the Feng family's caravan to help escort her."

"You send someone to escort?" The poisonous scholar said casually: "don't be fooled by your people halfway. A charming little beauty, you should know that pity is ~"

"... are you afraid I'll kill her?"

Jiang qianxia smiled angrily, his jaw tightened, pursed his mouth and looked at Guli.

Knowing that her little cook was really angry, Guli quickly handed her daughter to Guiyi. Despite her struggle, he forcibly locked her in his arms and gently stroked her back.

"If you say escort, it must be escort. You know I will never doubt your words."

"What do you mean you won't promise?"

"... madam, even if you order the escort, those people led by boundless, even those lawless Rangers, will surely lay down many killing moves on Ying'er's way back to Beijing..."

Guli is quite helpless. Her little cook is good at everything, but the people she contacts are too bohemian, and she is too soft to her own people. She has no ability to resist.

She didn't know how many bloody things boundless had done in private, but he really saw it, because boundless never wanted to hide it from him, or even intentionally or unintentionally, used those vicious means that made people cool in their bones to silently warn him.

Those Rangers have a simple purpose. Just to help her vent her anger, Fang Ying can't return to Beijing safely without his protection.

"The situation of the Fang family is too special. As a member of the general door, you know I must protect her comprehensively."

"It's really bad to hear your husband say that he must protect another woman thoroughly."

She raised her mouth with a light smile, but there was no smile at the bottom of her eyes.

Jiang qianxia takes back her daughter from the bewildered ghost, calmly turns and leaves.

Looking at the familiar and strange barracks, Jiang qianxia was in a trance.

Has she always been too sensible, rational and calm to help him analyze problems, deal with difficulties like a man, and never let him worry.

No coquetry, no affectation, no weakness.

Therefore, compared with Fang Ying, she is the weak woman who has no power to bind chickens. Guli, or everyone, naturally puts Fang Ying on the weaker side.

Her subordinates, contacts and influence didn't come out of thin air! She paid so much that she racked her brains to think and layout when nursing children, so that she has today's power.

But has she been too relaxed? Why doesn't anyone care how tired she is? Why, in the scene where she confronted two rival lovers just now, only grandson, who should not speak, spoke for her

Why did Guli also love her before and take her strong for granted?

"Lovely lamb, why do you look so sad?"

Suddenly, he was awakened by a strange and very close male voice. Jiang qianxia suddenly looked up and was scared back by a close face.

"It's sad. I was very confident in my appearance."

The man just gave her a virtual hand. Seeing that she stabilized her body shape, he stood in place, with much deeper handsome facial features and brilliant smile than the people in the Central Plains.

Although he was wearing the most common linen clothes of local mountain people, the layer of nondescript wolf fur jacket wrapped outside made his whole temperament inexplicably noble.

"Well... Are you Tibetan?"

"Did my booty make you recognize my group? What a clever lamb."

The man's eyes filled with admiration and praise. He had not been so straightforward and sincere praise for a long time.

"I won't ask your name, but the lovely lamb can call me yueren."

The blue and gold colored pupil makes the moon man look like an elegant Persian cat. He turns around and looks back dexterously. He bends down to make an invitation.

"Although your beautiful eyes are still bright, I can feel them crying. Lovely little lamb, you should enjoy the richest milk tea and the most heroic protection in the world."

"Come on, I'll take you to find happiness. The rich mountains may surprise us?"

It's like being evil. Facing the beautiful eyes, Jiang qianxia really hugged her daughter a little. Without hesitation, she stepped on her embroidered shoes and didn't notice anyone, so she followed a sudden stranger

Drilling into the old forest.