"It's true. If you don't believe me, ask your uncle." Ye Qiqi pointed at Mo Hanqing beside him and continued: "Back then, he came down the mountain with me."
“…”
Mo Xiuzhu turned his head, glanced at Mo Hanqing silently, and then shook his head, saying that he did not dare to ask.
Mo Hanqing glanced at Mo Xiuzhu, then held Ye Qiqi's shoulders and walked around, saying, "Okay, it's getting late, let's go to bed early."
"Yeah." Ye Qiqi nodded.
Mo Xiuzhu and Murong Hongyu glanced at each other, and then quickly followed them.
Back by the small river where we just rested, some soldiers had already begun to set up tents.
Because they were not far from the capital and had not yet arrived in northern Xinjiang, and it was summer again, they only set up two tents, one for Ye Qiqi and Mo Hanqing, and the other for Mo Xiuzhu and Murong Hongyu. .
In order not to waste time on their journey the next day, the other soldiers all found a few trees nearby, put a blanket on the ground casually, and lay down on them to rest.
Mo Hanqing held Ye Qiqi's shoulders and entered the tent where the two of them lived. He looked at the simple bed that had been laid inside and was silent for a moment. Then he turned to Ye Qiqi and said, "Wait here. I’ll take a moment.”
"Huh?" Ye Qiqi raised her head and looked at him with doubts.
Mo Hanqing reached out and touched her head, then got out of the tent.
A moment later, Mo Hanqing came back with a soft quilt in his hands.
Ye Qiqi looked at the quilt in his arms and asked curiously: "Hey, where did you get this quilt?"
Mo Hanqing smiled faintly at her, walked to the simple bed with the quilt in his arms, spread the quilt on it gracefully, then turned to Ye Qiqi and said, "Come here and give it a try."
"Yes." Ye Qiqi nodded, quickly walked to Mo Hanqing's side, and then sat on the bed.
After being covered with this soft quilt, the originally hard bed instantly became much more comfortable than before.
"How is it?" Mo Hanqing lowered his eyes slightly, looked at Ye Qiqi sitting on the bed, and asked with a smile.
"Very good!" Ye Qiqi replied with satisfaction, but finally couldn't help but ask: "Where did this quilt come from?"
"I just went to Xiuzhu's tent to plunder it." Mo Hanqing smiled, sat down next to her, touched the soft quilt with his long white fingers, and nodded: "It's really good."
"Xiuzhu's?" Ye Qiqi was stunned for a moment, and then asked curiously: "Why did you snatch his quilt?"
Mo Hanqing turned to look at her, his deep eyes blinked slightly, and he said in a calm voice: "Didn't you say last night that this bed was too hard?"
"Well… "
Is it because I dislike the bed being too hard, so you ran to grab Xiuzhu's quilt and put it on it
Ye Qiqi couldn't help but question him with her eyes.
"Yes." Mo Hanqing nodded very calmly, without even a trace of guilt on his face.
"What about Xiuzhu?"
"He can squeeze into the same quilt as Hong Yu." Mo Hanqing said in a calm voice.
“…”
Let the prince and the general's son squeeze into the same quilt
This picture... seems a bit too beautiful to imagine.
Ye Qiqi couldn't help but twitch the corners of her lips, and for a moment she didn't know what to say.
"Are you tired?" Seeing that Ye Qiqi had stopped talking, Mo Hanqing couldn't help but reach out and pinch her fair and pink cheeks, and asked in a low voice.