I kicked the male lead away

Not to mention that he is the male protagonist, even a random passer-by who was tied up would naturally refuse to take the cartilage powder.

Not knowing how the last person who did this job did it, Fang Zhilan could only mix the soft gluten powder into his meal.

In order not to starve to death, he had to eat the food he brought.

Therefore, Sima Chen often scolded while eating: "Bitch! Sooner or later, this king will cut your body into pieces, so that you can't live or die."

Fang Zhilan played with the tender grass he pulled out from the side of the road in his hand, trying to weave that Huitaro would become a grasshopper in the morning, without even raising his head, and was used to his incoherent words, coming in from his left ear and coming out from his right ear.

After a long time, a grasshopper finally made it up. Fang Zhilan put it aside and sighed helplessly: "Have you scolded enough?"

"..." Sima Chen choked, and accidentally choked rice grains into his intake pipe, "cough, cough, cough..."

Seeing that his face, which was originally pale because of not seeing the sun, gradually turned a little blue, Fang Zhilan became anxious.

You can't really belch like this, can you?

Without thinking, she went around behind Sima Chen and slapped him hard.

All the rice in Sima Chen's mouth was sprayed out, and it was scattered all over the table like a goddess.

The scene was chaotic.

Phew~ Fang Zhilan breathed a sigh of relief.

He cannot die. If he dies, the world will collapse.

"You..." Sima Chen's originally handsome face gradually became ferocious, "Sooner or later, this king will want you..."

"Understood, you can't live if you want to die." Fang Zhilan crossed her arms around her chest and glanced at the rice on the table, "If you want to eat, I'll take it away."

"How dare you!" Sima Chen said weakly.

Fang Zhilan ignored him, and sat across from Sima Chen again, weaving a rabbit out of straw with a dog's tail.

Her fingers are slender and white, with flexible knuckles, and between the knuckles, a lively and fluffy rabbit jumps between her fingers.

Sima Chen unconsciously shifted his eyes to the rabbit, and then, as if realizing something, he gave her a vicious look.

"..." Fang Zhilan was at a loss, seeing that Sima Chen had eaten almost the same amount of Ruanjinsan, put all these odds and ends into his sleeves, locked the door and left.

Lifting a rock to shoot himself in the foot, this sentence is perfect to describe Sima Chen.

Originally, he was leading the order to go to the frontier, but in the end he went south for the soldier talisman on Chu Qingshu's body. He temporarily sent all his cronies to the frontier to maintain the situation, so he didn't bring many soldiers. In addition, this person was self-willed and failed to sneak attack on Canglong Village. And all the elite soldiers were imprisoned here.

It's all right now, not many people outside know that he is being locked up here, and it's even worse every day.

I don't know which year of the monkey it will be before his subordinates can find this place.

Fang Zhilan thought about it, Sima Chen couldn't be killed as the hero, and it was very dangerous, it seemed that he could only be imprisoned for a lifetime.

In order to prevent him from thinking about suicide in the future, he has to be careful.

What a tricky ticking time bomb.

Back in the small bamboo hut, I suddenly heard the sound of wings flapping outside, and a fat pigeon flew back.

"Coo coo coo?" Fang Zhilan called out the nickname she had given the pigeon with surprise on her face, hurriedly walked over, rubbed the dove's soft head, took off the post box tied to its leg, and took out the letterhead.

Naturally, it was a letter from Chu Qingshu. Although she had learned Zanhua Xiaokai since she was a child, she could write like a person now, with sharp pens and a sword intent that was difficult to hide under her delicate appearance.

Probably due to time urgency, there were not many words in the letter, to the effect that she had already found General Chu who had been living a civilian life incognito for several months, and everything was fine.In order to rehabilitate her father, Chu Qingshu pretended to be a Confucian student, recommended herself to join the army, and worked as a military adviser. Because under her plan, the Qi army won several battles, and now she is very popular.

When the Turks were defeated and the class teacher returned to Beijing, she could ask the Holy Father for forgiveness for her father in front of the officials, and wash away the grievances together. Find a way to attack General Chu again.

It was a seamless and good plan, but the army is full of men, so I don't know if Chu Qingshu can adapt, or what to do if she is injured on the battlefield and loses power in front of those in power.

It was bitterly cold on the border, Fang Zhilan was holding the slightly cool piece of thin paper, thinking a lot for a while.

After feeding the pigeons some wheat and corn crumbs, Fang Zhilan took out a pen and paper, and buried herself in the window to write a reply.

She is good at everything in Canglong Village, eats well and sleeps soundly, but there is actually nothing to write about.

It's just that Fang Zhilan babbled, and still wrote a long article.

First of all, I told Chu Qingshu to eat well every day, not to be too tiring, and to wear more clothes.Then she said that she fried a plate of bamboo shoots and bacon yesterday. The newly dug out bamboo shoots were paired with salty bacon baked with cypress branches for a whole winter. It was so delicious that she ate two bowls of white rice, and she seemed to gain a lot of weight on her stomach. , so during this period of time, she would get up early every day and run up and down the mountain twice...

After writing a full page, Fang Zhilan had nowhere to write, so she had to put down the pen to hold the letter paper in a small cup, and then walked out the door.

Outside the house, the spring flowers all over the mountain are slanting red and emerald green, shining brightly.

The girl in the light yellow thin shirt didn't know that she had also become a special color in this picture scroll.

Fang Zhilan walked to the tree closest to her, stood on tiptoe, and picked a pink peach blossom.

I took it to the firewood in the small kitchen and faced the stove to dry the dew on the petals little by little.

Finally, it was carefully wrapped layer by layer with oiled paper, put together with the letter into a small cloth bag, and tied to the back of the pigeon.

There is nothing in the south of the Yangtze River, but a sprig of spring.

"Coo coo coo coo coo?" The pigeon tilted its head, as if a little unhappy.

Why do you only have something tied on your leg when you come here, and a small cloth bag on your back when you leave, so there is no price increase for the quantity?

"Cuckoo." Fang Zhilan rapped on its head gently with her fingers.

If you talk nonsense again, you will be stewed.

"Coo." The pigeon squeaked, and after eating and drinking enough, it spread its wings and flew away.

The small gray figure gradually disappeared into the clear blue sky, slipping very fast.

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More than ten days later, in the dark sky outside the Great Wall, the wind mixed with snowflakes as big as salt grains was blowing desperately. At the back of the camp where no one was patrolling, a slender figure stood upright.

"Coo coo coo coo." Suddenly there was the sound of a pigeon flapping its wings.

Chu Qingshu's face paled, she hurriedly reached out to catch it, quickly took off the small backpack on the pigeon's body, stuffed it into her sleeve, and then entered the tent.

The bonfire in the tent was burning brightly and warmly. She sat at the desk behind the screen and slowly opened the backpack after confirming that there was no one in the room.

Spreading out the letter paper, Chu Qingshu looked at the dog-like characters on it, the corners of her lips slightly raised, she couldn't help smiling, she could even think of Fang Zhilan's face being rubbed with ink into a small tabby cat when she was writing.

After reading the letter several times to confirm that she could memorize it word for word, Chu Qingshu picked up the letter paper and approached the stove.

The flames jumped up and devoured the paper.

Chu Qingshu didn't even realize that her fingertips were almost burned.

He just frowned, with regret written all over his face.

Given her current situation, such things naturally cannot be kept.

Immediately, he went back to his seat and opened the oiled paper bag, and a peach blossom suddenly appeared inside.

Due to the lack of water, the petals are almost scattered, and the light red color is particularly dazzling in this icy and snowy border.

Chu Qingshu picked up a petal, put it in her lips, and savored it carefully.

The scent is fresh and the petals are as soft as the person who picked them.

With a hint of sweetness.

Putting all the remaining petals into a sachet, Chu Qingshu was about to pack it when she heard someone from outside lift the curtain and come in: "Is Mr. Mu here?"

She suppressed the warmth on her face, and through the screen, her voice was cold, as if she was a little displeased with being disturbed: "What's the matter?"

"..." The people standing outside the screen were stunned for a moment. They didn't expect the usually friendly military adviser to look unhappy, but they were anxious to get down to business and didn't think too much about it. "The deputy general invites you to come over and talk about something important."

Chu Qingshu frowned slightly, nodded at such an early night, and said, "Understood, I'll go right away."

Thinking of Fang Zhilan's instructions in the letter, she walked to the door, turned back, put on a fox fur for herself, and then opened the curtain to go out.

Most of the tents in the army were not far apart, and torches were set up high every few steps, and Chu Qingshu arrived in front of the deputy general's tent in a short while.

General Chu's whereabouts are unknown, and this deputy general is naturally Sima Chen's man.

Chu Qingshu took a deep breath, opened the curtain and walked in, cupped her hands and said, "General Hong."

The tone was respectful, deliberately hiding that person's status as a lieutenant general.

"Mr. Mu is too polite." The person sitting in the original seat felt relieved for a while, waved his hand, and motioned her to sit down.

Chu Qingshu raised her head, met the eyes of the superior General Hong, and said carefully, "I don't know if General Hong called me here late at night, but what's the matter on the battlefield?"

The man called General Hong was tall and slovenly, and he looked like a rough man at first glance.

I saw his thick eyebrows tightly frowned, as if he was worried about something: "Mr. Mu, I know that you are good at making plans, and indeed I want to seek your advice on something, but it has nothing to do with the war."

Chu Qingshu's heart sank, and she pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Maxima is always there, but Bole is not. I am able to be here today, thanks to General Hong's support and support, and I am willing to relieve General Hong's worries..."

"It's just that this matter is really difficult..." General Hong rubbed his forehead with a headache, "Mr. Mu, I am your immediate boss, if one day I suddenly disappear and the power falls into your hands, what will you do?" disposal?"

If someone else asked this, Chu Qingshu would suspect that there was a tentative intention in it, but as soon as General Hong said this, she guessed the little Jiujiu in his heart.

It was clear that Sima Chen had disappeared for a long time, General Hong gained power in the battlefield, and he was in love with power, so he was unwilling to return power to Sima Chen.

After calming down, Chu Qingshu considered, "If it's General Hong, I will definitely do my best to hold on to the power, and just wait for you to return, General, but if the immediate boss is someone else..."

As she spoke, she paused intentionally.

"What will you do?" General Hong couldn't wait, and subconsciously wanted to hear the answer he wanted.