Linghu Shuiyue straightened her back, straightened up, and calmly said, "This young marshal is also building a tent, but it's smaller, and it's only big enough for me to live in alone. I don't like to share a tent with others."
"Like it? Who said you need to like it? This is a military order! The order is like a mountain!" Zhu Ruohong was still serious, with a handsome and evil face, as arrogant and domineering as frost, like a king, irreversible, and he was not joking at all the meaning of.
This is unreasonable! This is forcing her to sleep together? Linghu Shuiyue doesn't mind sleeping with a handsome guy, but she is afraid that if her identity is revealed, she will be dragged out and cut off by the military law! Which one stipulates that this young marshal wants to share the same tent with you?"
As soon as Linghu Shuiyue finished speaking, the gentle voice of Zhu Guchen, the sixth master of the King of Qi, said from behind: "Young Commander Linghu is going out for the first time, I'm afraid he doesn't know something. Our soldiers are going out, how can we take them with us?" There are so many tents. We are handsome, only three of us share the same tent, and the rest are five, ten, twenty, or even thirty in the same tent, sleeping on top of each other. Young Marshal Linghu is not used to it now, You'll have to get used to it later."
What? Damn it! Not two people, or three people? Linghu Shuiyue strongly resisted, one more person would be more dangerous! Faintly, it felt like there was a crisis before there was a war! She pretended to be calm, and said coldly: "That's because there is a lack of expedient measures for tents, but the young marshal brings his own tent, so why not have it all to himself?"
Zhu Ruohong immediately said coldly: "This is military discipline! If Young Commander Linghu can't respect military discipline, then he will go back to Beijing and report to the Emperor Ming. It doesn't matter if this young commander doesn't do it. When marching and fighting, everyone brings his own tent and carries a gun with him. Shield?"
Linghu Shuiyue found that this Ninth Master's imposing manner was too strong! She was a little timid under the pressure, as if she had become a mischievous child in front of him, but she was unwilling to obey him, so she was angry and cold Bumping back: "Jiuye thought that this young marshal was the young marshal he asked for an order? Could it be that going back to Beijing to report to the emperor is not a crime of resisting the order?"
"Hmm! Marshal Linghu knows that the anti-military commander can deal with you as well?" Zhu Youhong's eyes stayed on the little face that was blushing with him, and his brows furrowed. In fact, when marching, he always only gave orders, and no one would refute him when he spoke. Most of them just replied mechanically: "Yes!". But this Young Marshal Linghu was arguing with him because of such a kennel, and his personality was like a bitch.
This reminded him of what happened that night... When his eyes turned to that strange little tent like a kennel, a hint of surprise actually flashed in his eyes, because the little tent that Linghu Huori built was really very simple. delicate.
"I know, but this young marshal also knows that this young marshal is not an anti-military order." Linghu Shuiyue struggled desperately.
At this moment, a woman's voice came out!