The boss always wants me to die [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 8

At the same time, after hearing what his subordinates reported to him, Murong Huabin chuckled and said to the man, "Go and call Ayao here."

On the way back to the main tent, Chen Wenyao had been debating whether he should tell him what Murong Yuanfan said. If he told him, wouldn't it be an indirect "confession"?But I didn't tell him. I thought about the general's surly temper. If I let him know that I lied to him afterwards... Chen Wenyao shivered, and resolutely gave up the idea of ​​hiding a sentence or two.

Lifting the curtain of the tent, Nuo Da's tent was empty, only Murong Huabin sat quietly behind the table and looked at the topographic map.

Our great general didn't even give Chen Wenyao a look when he came in, he lowered his head and circled around with a brush.

Chen Wenyao came to the case obediently, and carefully recounted the conversation between the two of them a quarter of an hour ago in his usual calm and hoarse voice.

Murong Huabin kept his head down the whole time, and he didn't even stop writing. Chen Wenyao said it over and over while secretly looking at the other party. Seeing this, he had no choice but to stop his inquiring thoughts and report wholeheartedly.

When it was over, Murong Huabin put down his pen and said with a light smile, "Do you like me?"

Chen Wenyao secretly raised his eyelids and glanced at him. Seeing His Royal Highness sitting behind the desk looking at him with a half-smile, he quickly lowered his head, thinking quickly in his heart, and finally answered "Yes" very lightly.

"Hahaha--"

Chen Wenyao didn't know what was so funny about it. Could it be that Your Excellency General suddenly found that everyone loves flowers and sees flowers blooming, and it's hard to restrain himself?

Before he could continue his mind wandering, Murong Huabin said loudly: "Come here!"

The guards behind the tent hurried in and stood by.

Murong Huabin looked at Chen Wenyao with a smile and said, "Go and invite Sir General Supervisor."

Chen Wenyao was a little confused. He didn't know what Murong Huabin was paying attention to, so he could only stand aside with his hands down.

After a while, Murong Yuanfan came in, he still looked drunk and dreamy, he didn't salute after he came in, he just sat on the futon with a jug of wine in his hand, he glanced at Chen Wenyao when he turned his head, then tilted his head Asked: "I don't know what the second emperor brother called me for?"

Murong Huabin stepped forward to take his arm affectionately, helped him to his seat, looked at him with some worry and said, "Third brother, I never thought that you would become like this for a man!"

Murong Yuanfan smiled and threw the jug aside and said, "Second Brother, didn't you see it?"

Murong Huabin said sadly: "Third brother, you have a noble status, what kind of man do you want in this world? Why give away your future for a Wenzhi? You are also very familiar with my attendant Ayao, he is not as good-looking as me. How bad is Wen Zhi, if you don't dislike him, I will decide to give him to you, and when you get a taste of others, you won't be so attached to that person!"

Chen Wenyao was startled when he heard this, he never thought that Murong Huabin would actually give him to Murong Yuanfan.

Murong Yuanfan was also very surprised. He stared fixedly at Murong Huabin, then at Chen Wenyao, who was full of disbelief, and pondered, "Second brother, are you serious?"

Murong Huabin smiled: "Since when did Second Brother joke with you? He's just a slave, so he sent it away."

"Okay, then Yuanfan will thank the second brother first here!"

The night was getting darker, the north wind was howling outside the tent, and the room was as quiet as water. Two slender figures were stretched by the oil lamp and projected onto the thick gray tent.

"Do you... have anything to say?" In the end, it was Murong Huabin who picked up the saber on the wall and pulled it out with a "chuckle". He sized it up against the candlelight.

Chen Wenyao knelt down on both knees and said respectfully, "Why did Your Highness send me out?"

Murong Huabin pointed his sword at him, and said coldly: "How do I deal with Guxiang? I'll let you talk about it?!"

Chen Wenyao said in a low voice: "Ah Yao just wants to know what is wrong with Ayao? Does His Highness not like it?"

Murong Huabin put away his sword and said with a smile: "You are doing very well, but I only hope that you can do better, so you need to serve the third prince well and let him obediently be his supervisor, so that you don't follow behind. I am a stumbling block." He took a step forward and helped Chen Wenyao up, "Ah Yao, the priest said you are Gu's lucky star, Gu hopes that you can always help Gu, and Gu Gu will never forget you in the future."

Murong Huabin hit a stick first, and then gave a sweet date. This is the end of the conversation, and Chen Wenyao should and should: "Thank you for your kindness, Ayao will definitely live up to your highness's trust."

……

Opening the tent to block the cold wind outside, Chen Wenyao took a few quick steps and knelt in front of Murong Yuanfan: "Your Highness, Third Prince."

Murong Yuanfan raised his head, looked at his guarded look, and smiled wryly: "You should believe my words now! Don't worry, I won't touch you."

Chen Wenyao let go of his concern at first, but for some reason, maybe it was because of the third prince's frank confession, which made him feel close, and suddenly he felt teasing, saying: "The third prince doesn't like you. Yao, is it because Ayao is not as good-looking as Lord Wen?"

Murong Yuanfan choked, looked at him helplessly and said, "Could it be that I snubbed Ayao and made Ayao unhappy, then I'll take back what I just said."

Chen Wenyao hurriedly smiled and begged for mercy: "Third prince calm down, it's because of Ayao's fault, Ayao shouldn't push himself."

Murong Yuanfan sighed: "You, you!" Then he threw a small jug of wine, "We are also saddened by Tianya, come! Have a drink!"

Although Chen Wenyao really wanted to explain that he never liked Murong Huabin, but seeing him looking up and drinking happily, he also pulled out the cork and took a long gulp: "Okay! Good wine!"

The wind was howling outside, but the two of them in the room, regardless of their differences, drank one pot after another to their heart's content. In the end, Chen Wenyao rested on Murong Yuanfan's lap, listening to the snoring of the people around him, his eyes fell on the beating In the shadow of the lamp, I don't know what I'm thinking.

……

After Chen Wenyao left, Murong Huabin's heart suddenly felt an inexplicable pain. He frowned, and heard a passing sound beside his ear, and said, "Come in!"

The man walked in with his head down, only to hear Murong Huabin say: "You don't need to watch A Yao, I have more important tasks for you!"

The offensives in Central Shu this year have become more urgent every time. The banners that are blown by the north wind are fluttering and flying. Murong Huabin is standing on the ancient city wall in iron armor, overlooking the densely packed enemy army under the city wall. They line up neatly, Looking from a distance, there is no trace of skew. The enemy general in the distance said something, and a loud trumpet sounded from afar.

Murong Huabin said in a deep voice, "Captain Xue, are you all ready?"

Xue Yong behind him responded: "General, the army of one hundred thousand is ready to go!"

"it is good!!!"