Cheng Qianye was dismayed to find that after he took off the halo of his lord, he was actually a very incompetent person.
At this moment they moved to a secluded valley.
Cheng Qianye squatted in front of a pile of wood and worked for a long time, his head and face were covered with black ash. After failing countless times, he finally lit a small flame.
She quickly threw away the fire starter in her hand, lay on the ground, and protected the precious flame that she had finally ignited with both hands.
She carefully added some dry grass, dead branches and other flammable materials little by little until the flame was stable, and then she added dry branches one by one.
Seeing the fire finally rising, Cheng Qianye sat down on the ground and let out a long sigh.
He said to Mo Qiaosheng who was lying on the side and wanted to get up but didn't dare, "It's okay, just lie down and don't worry. Look, the fire has been cured. I, your lord, am not so useless."
Cheng Qianye spoke with great confidence, but he was actually feeling empty inside.
She looked at the live fish beside her that she had caught with great effort, and really wanted to cover her face and cry.
She knows how to eat fish, and she can also try to cook fish, but how does she kill it
Cheng Qianye, who had never even been to a vegetable market, felt at a loss.
The live fish, which was not much bigger than a palm, lay on the ground, wagging its tail lively and spitting bubbles from its mouth, as if it was demonstrating to Cheng Qianye.
Cheng Qianye became furious and drew out his dagger with a swish.
Humph, I can eat it after I kill it!
Half an hour later, Cheng Qianye reluctantly took the blackened fish off the fire without any scales or internal organs removed.
After breaking off the burnt parts, the edible fish meat was barely exposed. I took a bite and it was old, fishy and burnt.
Cheng Qianye awkwardly folded the fish in half and handed the extra part to Mo Qiaosheng.
"Eat? This is all I have."
Mo Qiaosheng took the fish, held it in both hands and gently touched it to his forehead, then he held it in his arms and began to eat it carefully.
He ate with great care, not wanting to waste anything, as if he was not eating a mess of grilled fish but some kind of delicacy.
Seeing how happily he was eating, Cheng Qianye also felt hungry, so he sat cross-legged with him and shared the food.
The empty mountain is silent, with only birds singing and insects chirping.
That awful grilled fish didn't seem so bad after all.
From last night to today, Cheng Qianye ran around and did all kinds of things, and she only ate half a piece of fruit in the morning. She was already starving, so hungry that her chest and back were sticking to each other. This little bit of fish meat not only did not help her, but made her feel even hungrier.
But she was tired and sleepy at the moment and really didn't want to move.
She lay on the ground leaning against Mo Qiaosheng, closed her eyes and rested.
His empty stomach growled and Cheng Qianye curled up.
Let’s rest for a while and then find something to eat. Qiaosheng has lost so much blood, we can’t let him starve.
In the dim light, a pair of large hands seemed to gently hug her shoulders, making her feel comfortable and at ease.
She fell into sleep without realizing it.
…
Cheng Qianye was awakened by a fragrance.
She opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was Mo Qiaosheng busy around the campfire.
The young man, dressed in black, rolled up his sleeves, revealing his slender and strong forearms. With slight sweat on his forehead, he was concentrating and seriously stirring the fire with a branch.
Cheng Qianye sat up.
Next to her hand was a bunch of wild fruits that had been washed clean and still had water droplets on them. The small brown fruits grew crooked and were not very attractive.
She tried to pick one up and put it in her mouth. After taking a bite, she found that it was sweet and juicy, slightly bitter, and very delicious.
Cheng Qianye was overjoyed. He stuffed the food into his mouth while calling out to Mo Qiaosheng: "Qiaosheng, stop busying yourself. Come and eat. This is delicious."
When Mo Qiaosheng saw her wake up, he picked up a bamboo tube stuck next to the campfire, poured water from it, and wet the handkerchief that Cheng Qianye had covered his forehead with. He knelt on one knee beside Cheng Qianye and held the handkerchief in both hands.
Cheng Qianye took it and wiped her head and face, only to see that the clean handkerchief was instantly stained black. One could imagine how miserable she had made herself when she was making a fire and grilling fish.
Mo Qiaosheng stood by and poured out the water in the bamboo tube, letting Cheng Qianye wash his face and hands. The water was just the right temperature and it was very comfortable to wash.
After helping Cheng Qianye wash his hands, Mo Qiaosheng extinguished the campfire, pushed aside the firewood, and a smoking black mud ball rolled out from the soil.
He broke open the hardened mud and peeled off a layer of brown leaves, revealing the tender white chicken inside. The air was immediately filled with a wonderful fragrance.
Cheng Qianye couldn't help swallowing her saliva. She took the hot, smoking pheasant, pulled off two chicken legs, stuffed one into Mo Qiaosheng's hand, and pulled Mo Qiaosheng to sit side by side with her.
The chicken was so juicy and tender that she almost swallowed her tongue.
"Qiao Sheng, you are so capable." Cheng Qianye's mouth was full and she couldn't utter a word of praise clearly. She felt ashamed when she thought of her awful grilled fish.
"How come you can do everything? You're good at martial arts, cooking, and your handwriting is better than mine." She nudged Mo Qiaosheng beside her with her elbow, "Let's stop fighting in the future. Can you cook for me every day?"
Mo Qiaosheng lowered his head slightly, his eyes full of smiles.
But his smile suddenly froze.
"Someone is coming," he said.
He took Cheng Qianye's hand and prepared to leave.
A team of armored soldiers, numbering as many as thirty or forty people, appeared on the mountainside, blocking their way.
This team of soldiers were not Quanrong people, but they were not Jin soldiers either. They were wearing strange black tight leather armor, holding spears and carrying bows and arrows.
This is the attire of the warship soldiers who fight on water all year round.
The leading general, seeing the two men, waved his hand without saying a word and said, "Capture them!"
Mo Qiao drew out his sword, leaned forward, and protected Cheng Qianye behind him.
"Qiao Sheng." Cheng Qianye held his arm and shook his head.
There were too many people on the other side, and Mo Qiaosheng was seriously injured. Cheng Qianye couldn't just watch him lose his life.
She stepped forward, clasped her fists and saluted, and said to the general: "General, are you a soldier under the command of Duke Heng of Wei? I am a soldier of the Jin army. Yesterday, my army was attacked by the Quanrong, so we are scattered here. Our two countries are friendly forces fighting against the Quanrong."
The man said, "I don't care if they are friendly troops or not. Search them, tie them up, and take them back."
Two soldiers came out from behind him, pushed Cheng Qianye rudely, and took out hemp ropes to tie him up.
Mo Qiaosheng was filled with anger and could not help but resist. A dozen soldiers rushed forward and finally pinned him to the ground.
His collar came apart as he was pulled, revealing the slave mark on his back shoulder.
The leader looked at him coldly and said, "He turned out to be a slave. Kill him."
"Wait a minute, don't kill him." Cheng Qianye stood in front of him, "I am Cheng Qianyu, Marquis of Jinyue, take me to see your master."
Although it was very passive to reveal his identity, if he didn't, once he was searched, the consequences would be disastrous. Moreover, as an ordinary slave, Qiao Sheng might be killed at will.
"Are you Marquis of Jinyue?"
The man looked Cheng Qianye up and down, and seeing that she was wearing luxurious clothes and exquisite accessories, he did not dare to slack off. In the end, he reluctantly bowed to her, tied her and Mo Qiaosheng's hands, and escorted them down the mountain to the bank of the Wo River.
There were several tall warships parked on the river, with flags of defending the country flying on the boats.
Cheng Qianye and Mo Qiaosheng were taken onto a warship and sailed downstream along the Ji River.
The boat sailed for a day and a night, entered a huge lake system, and finally stopped. Cheng Qianye estimated that they had arrived at Daye Lake in the Wei State.
Along the way, the soldiers on the ship neither spoke to them nor asked her anything. After landing, she was imprisoned in a simple house, which had daily necessities such as a bed, a toilet, and even some books, pens, ink, and a zither.
But there were thick bars on the windows, and the sturdy door was locked. There was a small opening under the door, through which someone brought her three meals a day on time. It was obvious that she was being held as a prisoner.
Cheng Qianye grabbed the window railing and looked out, and happened to see the stable not far away.
Mo Qiaosheng had his hands hung up and tied to a pillar in the stable. He could neither lie down nor sit, and could only stand there leaning against the pillar.
Although Cheng Qianye's diet was not very refined, at least she had three meals a day. But since she was locked up for two days, she had never seen anyone send Mo Qiaosheng even the roughest food.
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