They were silent and knew that Zhao xuanzhi was the most important person in their life, though he would not affect their feelings.
When Mo Huan is thinking of letting Shen Qing lie down and sleep for a while, Shen Qing suddenly sits up, as if thinking of something important, puts on her shoes and goes out in a hurry.
"Xiaoqing, where are you going?" Mo Huan stood up to keep up.
How can she go out when she is still ill? Besides, it's almost dark now, and it's getting cold outside. Even if you want to go out, you should wear a sweater.
"I smell stewed chicken..." Shen Qing said that she would go out again.
Mo Huan a black line, dare feeling this wench is to smell fragrance son hungry.
He picked up a sweater and put it on Shen Qing's body. He said: "even if you are hungry, it's not cooked. You can't eat it when you go."
"No, I'm not going to eat now." Shen Qing didn't explain. She got out of the tent, and a cool wind rolled the smell of chicken.
I haven't been out of camp for several days. I feel very comfortable when I come out.
Shen Qing only stood for a moment, feeling the caress of nature, and then went around the camp to the small stove in the back.
Sure enough, there was a soldier looking at the stove, and inside was the two chickens brought back by Zhao xuanzhi.
"General Mo! Master Shen The soldier said hello politely.
Shen Qing lifted the lid of the pot and had a look. The chicken should have been cooked for a short time. The firewood under the stove was burning very well, and the warm current poured out. Although it was not compatible with the breeze at this time, it made Shen Qing feel cool and warm, very comfortable.
She went to a corner not far from the stove, where she was warmed by the sun in the daytime, and now she could feel the heat coming from the ground.
This place is a dead corner behind Zhao xuanzhi's camp. Few people usually pass by. Not long ago, before she was ill, she dried a lot of mushrooms here. She wanted to stew them for Mo Huan, but she didn't want to fall ill.
Now these mushrooms are dried by the sun, with a faint smell of mushroom.
"Xiaoqing, what's this?" Mo Huan followed Shen Qing all the time. He saw that Shen Qing had dried these things some days ago. It smells sweet, but I can't see what it is.
"It's a mushroom, dried in the sun. Do you remember the soup you drank when you were sick? That's what it's made of. " Shen Qing said as she wrapped them all up with the hem of her clothes.
Mo Huanning thought that when he was ill It seemed that he had something to drink. It tasted good, but at that time, he didn't have the heart to pay attention to what he ate and drank. He was either dizzy or his stomach was miserable.
"I drink Is that it? " Mo Huan thought back that it seemed that after drinking the soup made of this stuff at that time, his stomach would feel better and his vomiting would be relieved.
"Well, it's nutritious, but I don't know if it can cure the disease. I can't find anything else around here except this. I can't have a big meal every day. How can I swallow it?" Shen Qing said with a smile.
Er Mo Huan thought that she knew the curative effect of some things, and specially fed them to him during his illness to relieve his pain. Dare feeling she doesn't know, pure blind cat met dead mouse.
Well, anyway, these things Shen Qing got are really good for his illness.
By this time, they had returned to the kitchen table. Shen Qing rinsed the dried mushrooms in clear water, then threw them all into the pot and stewed them with the chicken.
"What is this, Mr. Shen? I've seen it over there these days. The general said, "don't let us move your things." Xiaobing looks at those things that Shen Qing has taken over and asks curiously.
"These are delicious things, usually after the rain. I'll show you tomorrow, but be very careful. Some of them are poisonous. " Shen Qing put the mushroom, stood up and said to the cute looking soldier.
After Xiaobing came here, he was not greasy. Just now, he was smelling the smell of chicken and swallowing all the time. But the general said, it's for general Mo and commander Shen to recover. No one else can eat it.
Now I hear master Shen say that the black food is delicious, and it's on the outside. He was itching at that time, but listen to it again Toxic A plate of cold water was poured from head to foot.
Seeing Xiaobing's expression from joy to depression, Shen Qing really wanted to stretch out her hand to pinch his face, which was still not clean and baby fat. She said with a smile, "poisonous mushrooms are easy to recognize. Don't bring them back. It's OK. Don't be scared like this."
"I, I How could anyone be scared! " The soldier's face turned red as soon as he heard it. He is a man who is not afraid to fight in the battlefield. How can he be scared by a little food!
He is just a toxic, the first reaction will be a shudder.
"Xiaoqing, your body..." Mo Huan frowned, very unhappy, Shen Qing has not recovered well said to go out.
"No problem." Shen Qing turns her head and looks up at Mo Huan. She knows that he is worried about himself. She feels warm in her heart and says with a smile: "it's not good to be always stuffy inside. It's not bad to come out to breathe and move. You come out every day these few days, don't you recover very quickly? ""How can you compare with me?" Mo huangang wanted to talk about how a woman can compare with a man. He suddenly realized that the soldier in front, or those soldiers in the camp, did not know that Shen Qing was a woman.
I almost let it slip!
"OK, go back today. It's getting dark. Don't blow outside." Then, with a wave of his long arm, Mo Huan protected Shen Qing under his arm and hugged her back to the camp.
The soldiers were stunned and murmured, "if only commander Shen were a woman. General Mo and he are both beautiful and have such a good relationship. They must be good friends with the gods."
Back to the camp account, Shen Qing doesn't want to go to sleep any more. If she goes to sleep now, I'm afraid she won't be able to sleep at night.
Since the last time she imitated chupangzi to write a letter, she thought it was fun to write with a brush, so she wanted to practice calligraphy.
When she practices calligraphy, Mo Huan doesn't stand by. Under the guidance of Mo Huan, Shen Qing understands the rules and tricks of writing brush calligraphy. After a few pages, it seems that she has a model.
Although she can't match Mo Huan or Zhao xuanzhi, or even compare with other women who have studied a little, she has made a lot of progress compared with herself.
After a while, Zhao xuanzhi came back and saw them practicing calligraphy together. He was just stunned, but he didn't have too much expression.
Now, he has accepted this reality, and he found that the result is good, at least relaxed a lot. Unlike when I was engaged with Xiaoqing at that time, I always felt sorry for Mo Huan.