MTL - Reborn Mistress’ Scumbag Manual-Chapter 267 Jealousy (Part 1)

  Chapter 267 Fighting and jealous (one more)

   Different?

   Indeed, indeed different.

  Song Qingcheng said: "I know, there is a measure."

  Wang Zhiheng believed in his words: "It's good that you know."

  But what Song Qingcheng thought in his heart was that he would pay attention to propriety and would not embarrass Lu Lan.

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  The wars and chaos in southern Xinjiang never stopped. The Fengtian Dynasty had sufficient troops, and the ordering of troops was completed very quickly.

  Song Qingcheng, as a general, followed Lu Lan and went together.

  He was originally a literati. Although he also learned riding and archery in school, he was still much worse than a real soldier. Along the way, they spent most of their time on horseback, eating and sleeping in the open. Less than half the journey to southern Xinjiang, Song Qingcheng fell ill due to wounds on the inner sides of his legs.

The wound was worn out by riding a horse, and he didn't want to drag Lu Lan's hind legs, so he kept clenching his teeth without gnawing. Old wounds piled up with new wounds, layer upon layer, and piled up, and finally fell off the horse suddenly on the road, unconscious from high fever .

   Song Qingcheng's last thought when he fell was that he was still causing trouble to His Highness.

   When he woke up again, he was in a bumpy carriage. Although the carriage was bumpy, it was much better than driving on a horse before.

  He turned his head and tried to find a figure in the car, but in the end he saw nothing. I was a little disappointed in my heart, but Su Shi laughed at himself and murmured: "I have already caused trouble, what are you thinking about?"

  The door curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a person's head was stuck in. He was wearing the clothes of a soldier, and it was the soldier who stayed behind to drive the carriage for him.

  Seeing that Song Qingcheng opened his eyes, he said pleasantly, "My lord, are you awake? Sure enough, as Your Highness said, you will recover in half a day. Your Highness is worthy of being a spiritual girl, she is really amazing!"

  Song Qingcheng asked strangely: "What? I just fell asleep for half a day?"

"That's right!" Xiao Bing said excitedly and reverently: "You suddenly fell off your horse today, and you didn't wake up from the high fever. I told you that you would wake up after resting for half a day! Now it’s less than half a day, and you’re awake!"

  He stood up, only to find that the wound on his leg didn't hurt at all, and there was nothing unusual, as if he had fully recovered.

  He thought for a while, then asked Xiao Bing: "Where is Your Highness?"

  The little soldier scratched his head and said, "Returning to my lord, I don't know very well. In the past half a day, the carriage has fallen in the middle of the line. Your Highness should be at the front."

  He said: "Where is my original mount?"

  In addition to smirking, Xiao Bing could only grumble, "Return to the adults, the little ones don't know."

  Song Qingcheng opened the curtain to look at the sky, and sighed: "Forget it, you go to the car. There is still an hour before camping, and I will go find His Highness by myself."

  It was already dark when the army stopped to set up camp. Fires were lit among the tents, and the soldiers gathered to cook.

  Song Qingcheng asked the soldiers to guard the carriage, and got out of the carriage alone to look for Lu Lan. But when I got out of the car, I saw a familiar person.

  Du Jiu was on the horse, looking down at him expressionlessly: "Master asked me to pick you up."

  He frowned and said, "No, I'll go there by myself."

  Du Jiu said indifferently: "Master doesn't like to wait for others."

   He gritted his teeth and said coldly, "You lead the way."

  Du Jiu still looked at him, and said coldly: "It's a few miles from here to the master." The implication is, how long do you want Lu Lan to wait for him when you walk over?

  Song Qingcheng sneered: "Master Du, although I am invincible in force, my mind is not bad. Can't walk over, can't you lead me a horse?"

  Du Jiu frowned, and there were emotions other than indifference in his eyes, impatience.

  He didn't want to talk nonsense with Song Qingcheng, so he leaned over and grabbed his arm, lifted him onto the horse, and said: "Drive." The horse under his crotch hoofed away.

  Song Qingcheng sat behind Du Jiu with an ugly expression, holding the saddle in his hand to prevent himself from falling. He sneered in his mouth: "Master Du is so small-minded? Can't wait for revenge?"

Without saying a word, Du Jiu took Song Qingcheng to the place, got off his horse, and said indifferently: "Everyone in this army camp has a horse, and there is nothing I can give you. Don't let the one you sent as a son in the imperial city Bring me a set. I don't care what you like to do, and I don't have time to take revenge on anyone. Just one thing, don't cause trouble for the master." He said the last sentence, his eyes were extremely cold. After the words fell, he turned around and strode towards Lu Lan's tent.

  Song Qingcheng stood where he was, his expression not knowing how to change.

   Getting Lu Lan into trouble is the last thing he wants.

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  A moment later, Song Qingcheng walked into the tent.

  In the tent, Lu Lan sat at the table, in front of him were the battle reports of the southern defenders and an open map.

  Bright candlelight reflected her side face, forming a clear silhouette.

  She noticed Song Qingcheng's arrival, raised her eyes to look like him, raised her eyebrows and asked, "How is it, are you in good health?"

  Song Qingcheng was a little ashamed, pursed her lips, lowered her eyes and said in a low voice: "Your Highness has been dragged down, Qingcheng is ashamed."

  Lu Lan said: "I know it's a drag, so I'll explain what's wrong in the future. If you said earlier that you're not used to riding a horse, you wouldn't be so festered and passed out today."

  Song Qingcheng thought that Lu Lan was blaming him, and felt a little uncomfortable, but Lu Lan glanced at Du Jiu and said, "Give it to him."

  Du Jiu nodded, turned around and took out something from the box behind Lu Lan, walked to Song Qingcheng, raised his hand, and handed it to him with a blank expression.

  Song Qingcheng was overwhelmed by flattery, looked at Lu Lan in surprise and said, "Your Highness gave it to me?"

  Lu Lan said: "No one can use it except you."

  Song Qingcheng took it, and then saw it clearly by candlelight—two leggings made of soft leather and fluff.

  He took it and said gratefully, "Thank you, Your Highness."

  Lu Lan smiled: "You are really rare. People who have encountered such things in the past probably think that I am mocking him."

   "Your Highness is not that kind of person. No one is worthy of His Highness's special irony." Song Qingcheng said firmly.

   "There's nothing worth it or not. Let's not talk about it. Come and take a look at these things. The battle report just sent by the Southern Army."

  Song Qingcheng smiled and walked to Lu Lan's side, knowing that Lu Lan also had a seat on the other side, but he deliberately walked to Du Jiu's side, looked at Du Jiu with a smile, and waited for him to move away.

  Du Jiu only looked at him without any movement in his eyes, as if he didn't want to argue with him at all, so he walked to the other side of Lu Lan and gave Song Qingcheng the original seat.

  Song Qingcheng smiled, as if winning, and stood beside Lu Lan, not forgetting to take a look at Du Jiu, like a winning child showing off his might.

  Du Jiu didn't give a single extra look.

   After reading the battle report, Song Qingcheng discussed with Lu Lan until late at night. On the second day, he divided the 100,000 troops into two teams.

  The first team was 10,000 pioneers led by Lu Lan, who rushed from the trail to the Nanfen front to support.

  The remaining team was led by Du Jiu, with 90,000 horses together with Liangcao, and then slowly rushed along the road.

  (end of this chapter)