When he was about to feel sleepy, someone opened the tent and walked in. Shu Nuan thought it was Sheng Qianmo who had come back. He looked up from the table in confusion, but saw that it was Li Qi who came in with a few plates of snacks. Liqi said: "The prince asked his subordinates to tell Miss Shunuan that he will not be back soon, so that Miss Shunuan can eat something first if she is hungry."
Shunuan nodded and thanked Liqi. After Liqi went out, she closed her storybook, took a bunch of grapes, lowered her head and put them into her mouth one by one. She ate slowly, but She kept eating without stopping. When she was full and drunk, she put down the cakes on the plate, leaned on the table and sighed quietly, as if... she was being used.
Shu Nuan buried her face between her hands and breathed uncomfortably.
But soon his little face felt hot and stuffy. Shunuan raised his hand to rub his nose, and had no choice but to raise his head and continue eating. He probably felt that he was not happy anyway, so he had better eat more.
On the other side, Sheng Qianmo finally settled the matter and dismissed a bunch of subordinates, but Ning Chengyuan was still following him and winking. Sheng Qianmo casually picked up the wooden sword that he had just commanded the drawings with precision and precision. It hit him mercilessly in the knee socket, and the force of the throw was not light. Ning Chengyuan immediately howled in pain, jumped up and almost fell to his knees with one leg, "Brother Sheng, come at me. Why are you so angry?"
Sheng Qianmo remained expressionless.
"Okay, I just think it's a bit magical. I thought you were temporarily attracted to that slave girl from the Qing Kingdom, but now you can even let her come to the important place of the military camp..." Ning Chengyuan couldn't help but "tsk". He said, "Brother Sheng, are you tempted?"
Maybe it was the word "tempted" that made Sheng Qianmo feel a little stupid. He curled up the corner of his mouth, making even himself feel ridiculous, and said in a light voice: "You are overthinking it."
Nuan is good, but not to that extent.
For a man like Sheng Qianmo who has been marching and fighting all year round, it is easy but also difficult for him to melt into the gentle countryside.
He quite liked the feeling of having a little thing beside him that could give him a hug, but that was all.
And the word "tempted" that Ning Chengyuan said was too strong, and he didn't think he would reach that level.
When Sheng Qianmo returned to his tent, he unexpectedly saw that Shu Nuan had fallen asleep on the table. He was holding a half-bitten piece of osmanthus cake in his little hand and placed it near his mouth...
When he walked over, he saw Shu Nuan's little mouth smashing it, and then took a small bite of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake. Sheng Qianmo stopped and stared down at her closed eyelashes, her small mouth slowly swallowing, watching. After sitting there for a while, he raised the corner of his mouth slightly and sat down next to her, watching her finish the sweet-scented osmanthus cake slowly without opening her eyes.
Sheng Qianmo helplessly reached out and gently grabbed her little pink-stained hands, wiped her little fingers clean one by one, wiped her moist little mouth, and said softly: "Go back Go to sleep again?"
Shu Nuan's eyelashes trembled, her little fingers slowly grasped one of his fingers, and she said softly: "So full..."
Sheng Qianmo heard her hidden meaning, stretched out his arms and picked up the small thing on his back.
Shu Nuan put her soft lips against his ear and asked him in a low voice: "Does the prince ride a horse?"
"Want to ride a horse?"
Shu Nuan said nothing, but hugged his neck tightly with her little hands.