Farmer sister: Escape from wilderness and farm with Lingquan space

"I... don't feel wronged."

Mo Beihan thought to himself that he had never lived in the same room with anyone before, let alone slept in the same bed.

However, if the other party is Miss Qiao, maybe it is not impossible to try.

After all, won’t we have to sleep on the same bed when we get married? Just think of it as getting used to it in advance!

Thinking about it, he changed his mind.

"Then, how about you sleep on the bed and I sleep on the floor!"

Mo Beihan said hesitantly.

He's just not used to sleeping with others, but if one sleeps on the bed and the other sleeps on the floor, it should be easier for him to accept it!

The little girl is a girl, so naturally she cannot be allowed to sleep on the floor.

Hearing this, Qiao Ran went to the narrow floor of the cabin, which could only accommodate one person to lie sideways and even turn over except for the bed. She then looked at Mo Beihan's figure, which was not thin but rather strong, and shook her head:

"No, it's such a wide bed. If one person sleeps on either side, the middle is still quite empty. It doesn't matter. If you feel there is no privacy, then..."

As she spoke, she opened the big cloth bag she carried on her back when she boarded the boat, and took out a piece of blue cloth strung with a rope and a box of thumbtacks.

In Mo Beihan's stunned eyes, he saw Qiao Ran nailing a thumbtack on each of the two corresponding walls in the middle of the bed, and then tying both ends of the rope to the thumbtacks. With one pull, five or six big men could sleep on one of the ropes. The big wooden bed was divided into two parts by a piece of dark blue cloth.

"Okay! Let's sleep on the other side, so we can have relative privacy."

Qiao Ran clapped her hands and looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction.

Mo Beihan opened his mouth, but finally just gave her a thumbs up.

Qiao Ran took out another coarse sheet from the bag, looked at Mo Beihan and asked, "Are you going to sleep inside or should I sleep inside? I'm going to start laying out the sheets."

Mo Beihan pointed to the relatively private side. Qiao Ran thought he was going to sleep there and was about to spread her sheets outside, but she heard him say:

"You are a woman, so you should sleep inside. I can sleep outside."

"Oh, I didn't expect you to be quite a gentleman. Thank you then!"

Qiao Ran was not polite to him, took her baggage and walked to the inner side, and began to arrange the bed where she would sleep for at least a month or two.

"What does it mean to be a gentleman?"

Mo Beihan also opened his baggage, but only took out a long gown and spread it on top.

After all, although he is the prince of the royal family, he often goes on missions and has experienced no matter how difficult the conditions are, so he is not very particular about these things.

Who brings bedsheets and quilts with them when they go out? Only squeamish girls are like this, right?

Thinking about it, he shook his head again.

The little girl is not squeamish, and she has never complained about how difficult it was to escape from the wilderness.

It's just that he doesn't understand that everyone usually only carries a few changes of clothes, some necessary medicine, dry food, silver, etc. in their luggage, and they don't bring any other extraneous items.

Miss Qiao's baggage is not necessarily much bigger than everyone else's, so how can it hold so many things?

Qiao Ran laid out the sheets and took out a quilt and a travel pillow.

Fortunately it is summer and there is no need for quilts or anything else, otherwise even if the things are in her space, it would be difficult to take them out and use them.

After cleaning up, Mu Er came over and asked the two of them to go out for dinner. When he saw the blue cloth on the bed to separate the space, he smiled and praised:

"Miss Qiao is so considerate! This way you don't have to feel uncomfortable sleeping in the same bed with the master."

Mo Beihan glared at him: "Watch your mouth! There are many people on the boat, don't call me Miss Qiao anymore, remember to call me Mr. Qiao!"

Mu Er quickly covered his mouth with his hands, and then hit himself twice:

"I'm sorry, Aunt Qiao...Mr. Qiao, I will definitely pay attention in the future!"

Qiao Ran smiled: "It doesn't matter. Let's go and eat!"

There is a cabin on the ship specially used for cooking and eating, but there are only a few tables and chairs in it, which are used by several generals with higher status on the ship.

Others can only take their bowls and eat on the deck, or go back to their cabins to eat.

Vice General Cheng was already waiting there, with two seats left.

"The Crown Prince is here? Please take a seat! The meals on our ship are not as delicious as those cooked by the royal chef in the palace, and there are no delicacies from the mountains and seas. I hope the Crown Prince will not dislike it."

Vice General Cheng had a half-smile on his face, looking like he was watching a good show.

Today he specially ordered the cooks on the ship to prepare the simplest meal, just to give the prince from the capital a show of strength.

He wanted to see if the well-dressed prince could eat these tasteless brown rice.

Mo Beihan smiled faintly: "How is that possible? If Vice General Cheng can eat, I can naturally eat it too."

He casually pulled a stool away and motioned to Qiao Ran: "Master Qiao, sit here!"

Qiao Ran smiled and sat down.

Mu Er went to bring the food to the two of them, went to get another one, and went out with Mu Yi and the others carrying their own food.

Mo Beihan moved one of the bowls of food in front of Qiao Ran. Qiao Ran took it naturally, picked up her chopsticks and started eating.

In fact, this kind of action had been done countless times on the way from the capital to Tongnan Town, and Qiao Ran didn't feel anything wrong at all.

But Vice General Cheng on the side stopped his chopsticks and looked at them with an incomprehensible expression.

"Why are Vice General Cheng staring at us? We are so good-looking?"

Mo Beihan raised his eyes and looked at Vice General Cheng calmly.

Vice General Cheng's eyes turned between the two of them several times, and the expression on his face gradually became weird.

Qiao Ran felt that such a look was very uncomfortable, so she stopped using her chopsticks and looked at Vice General Cheng.

"You...hehe, I understand."

Vice General Cheng's expression changed from surprise to shock, and then to sarcasm.

Qiao Ran felt that his smile was too dazzling and frowned.

Mo Beihan also didn't like the way Vice General Cheng looked at him and Miss Qiao. He glared at him coldly:

"What does Deputy General Cheng understand?"

Vice General Cheng withdrew his gaze, continued to lower his head and took a mouthful of his own rice, and then said without raising his head:

"It's nothing. The prince has a special hobby, which I will never be able to control. But I hope that the prince will restrain himself on the ship and not affect the people under my command."

"Oh? What special hobby? Vice General Cheng understands it, why don't I understand it?"

Mo Beihan raised his eyes and looked at Vice General Cheng with cold eyes.

Vice General Cheng put down his chopsticks and stood up, not afraid of his cold gaze at all, and only said lightly:

"Your Majesty, I don't mean to offend you. I am just thinking about the soldiers. I hope your Majesty will take care of himself!"

After saying that, he glanced at the petite "Mr. Qiao" again, sneered, and walked out.

Mo Beihan was very angry. That guy dared to doubt his orientation!

Qiao Ran burst into laughter.

Mo Beihan looked at her dissatisfied:

"It's all because of you that I've been misunderstood. How can you still laugh?"