Chapter 29
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Cheng Chiba is depressed to find that he is a very incompetent person after he has taken off his master's aura.
Now they moved to a hidden depression.
Cheng Qianye squatted in front of a pile of wood for a long time, making his face covered with black ash. After numerous failures, he finally lit a small fire.
As soon as she threw the torch on her hand, she fell on the ground and protected the precious flame with her hands.
She carefully put some hay, dead branches and other flammable materials in a little bit, until the flame stabilized, then one by one on the dry branches.
Seeing that the fire finally rose, Cheng Chiba sat down on the ground and breathed a long breath.
Facing Mo Qiao Sheng, who was lying on one side and wanted to get up but didn't dare, he said: "it's OK. You can rest assured. Don't you think it's burnt well? Your Lord, I'm not that useless. "
Cheng Qianye is full of words, but in fact he is very empty.
She looked at the live fish beside her, which had taken a lot of effort to catch. She really wanted to cry with her face covered.
She can eat fish. She can cook fish. But how to kill fish?
Cheng Chiba, who hasn't even entered the food market several times, feels helpless.
The live fish, which is not much bigger than the palm of a palm, lies on the ground, flapping its tail lively and spitting bubbles in its mouth, as if demonstrating to Cheng Chiba.
Cheng Qianye is cruel in the heart and draws out the dagger with a brush.
Hum, you can eat it if you kill it anyway!
Half an hour later, Cheng Chiba reluctantly took the fish from the fire, which was dark and had neither scratched scales nor dissected internal organs.
After breaking off the fishy meat, I could barely taste the burnt part.
Cheng Qianye is embarrassed to fold the fish in half and hands the extra part to Mo Qiaosheng.
"Do you want to eat? That's all
Mo Qiao Sheng took the fish, double holding in front of the forehead gently touched, just in his arms carefully eat up.
He cherishes his food and is not willing to waste it. It seems that he is not eating a mess of roast fish, but a delicacy.
Cheng Chiba saw that he was so happy to eat, but also to the appetite, cross legged and he sat side by side to share food.
The empty mountain is silent, birds are singing and insects are singing.
The bad roast fish didn't seem so bad.
From last night to today, Cheng Chiba has been running around all kinds of twists and turns, eating half a fruit in the morning. Long hungry, hungry chest close to the back, this little bit of fish into the stomach, not only does not work, but let her feel more hungry panic.
But she was tired and sleepy at the moment and didn't really want to move.
She lay on the ground against moqiao and closed her eyes to rest.
The empty stomach grunts, and Cheng Chiba curls up.
Rest for a while, and then find something to eat, Qiao Sheng shed so much blood, can't let him hungry.
Hazy, there is a pair of broad palms, seems to gently embrace her shoulder. Make her feel comfortable and at ease.
She slipped into sleep.
……
Cheng Qianye was awakened by a fragrance.
When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was mo Qiao Sheng, who was busy by the campfire.
The young man, dressed in black, rolled up his sleeves, showed his slender and strong forearms, his forehead was sweating slightly, and he was attentive and serious to stir the fire with a branch.
Cheng Chiba sat up.
She had a large handful of clean wild fruits hanging with drops of water on her hand. The small brown fruits were crooked and ugly.
She tried to pick up one and put it into her mouth. When she bit it, she found that it tasted sweet and juicy, slightly sweet and astringent, very delicious.
Cheng Chiba, like a treasure, said to Mo Qiaosheng: "Qiao Sheng, don't hurry. Come and eat it. It's delicious."
When Mo Qiaosheng saw her wake up, he picked up a bamboo tube inserted by the campfire and poured out water from it to wet the handkerchief that covered Cheng Chiba's forehead. Kneel on one knee at the side of Cheng Chiba's body and hold the handkerchief in both hands.
Cheng Chiba takes it over and wipes her face. She sees her clean handkerchief dyed black. It can be imagined how embarrassed she was when she was cooking fish.
The moqiao waiter stood aside and poured out the water from the bamboo tube. He asked Cheng Chiba to clean his face and hands. The water temperature was just right warm, and it was very comfortable to wash.
After waiting for Cheng Chiba to wash his hands, Mo Qiaosheng extinguishes the bonfire, pushes aside the firewood, and rolls out a smoky black mud mass from the soil.
He broke off the hard mud and peeled off a layer of brown leaves, revealing the white chicken inside. The air was filled with a strange fragrance.
Cheng Chiba couldn't help swallowing her saliva. She took the hot, white smoking pheasant, pulled off two legs of the pheasant, thrust one of them into the hand of Mo Qiaosheng, and pulled Mo Qiaosheng to sit side by side with herself.
The chicken was so tender and juicy that she almost swallowed it."Qiao Sheng, you are too capable." Cheng Qianye's mouth is full of things, and she doesn't praise it vaguely. She thinks of her ugly grilled fish and feels very ashamed.
"You know everything. You are good at martial arts, cooking and writing better than me." She used her elbow to poke the nearby Mo Qiao Sheng, "after no war, you cook for me every day, OK?"
Mo Qiao Sheng bowed his head slightly and his eyes were full of smiles.
But his smile suddenly froze.
"Someone's coming." He said.
He took Chiba's hand and was ready to leave.
On the hillside appeared a group of Jiashi, with a number of as many as thirty or forty people, just blocking their way.
The sergeants were not from gourong, but they were not soldiers from Jin. They were wearing strange black skin armor, holding spears and carrying bows and arrows.
It's the dress of louchuanshi who fight on the water all the year round.
A general at the head, seeing them, waved his hand without saying a word: "take it down!"
Mo Qiaosheng draws out his waist knife and leans forward to protect Cheng Chiba behind him.
"Qiao Sheng." Cheng Chiba took his arm and shook his head.
There are too many people on the other side, and Mo Qiaosheng is seriously injured. Cheng Chiba can't watch him die.
She stepped forward, saluted and said to the general, "is the general under the command of Wei Guowei henggong? I'm a member of the Jin army. Yesterday, my department was attacked by a dog army, so I was scattered here. You and our country are the friendly forces against the dog army. "
The humanitarian: "I don't care what friendly or not, search them, tie them up, and take them back."
Two soldiers came out behind him. They were very rude. They pushed Cheng Chiba and took out the hemp rope. They were about to tie Cheng Chiba up.
Mo Qiao Sheng's anger surges up and he can't help resisting. A dozen soldiers rush up and finally push him to the ground.
His collar spread out in the room, revealing the slave mark on his back shoulder.
The leader looked at him and said coldly, "it's a slave. Kill him."
"Wait a minute, don't kill him." Cheng Qianye stood in front of him. "I'm Cheng Qianyu, the Marquis of Jin and Yue. Take me to see your master."
Although it's very passive to say who you are, if you don't, once you are searched, the consequences will be unimaginable. And as an ordinary slave, Hashimoto is likely to be killed casually.
"Are you the Marquis of Jin and Yue?"
The man looked up and down at Cheng Chiba and saw that she was well-dressed and had exquisite accessories, but he didn't dare to slack off. Finally, he reluctantly saluted her and tied her and Mo Qiao Sheng's hands together. All the way down the mountain, he came to the vortex river.
There are several tall warships on the river, which are waving the flag of defending the country.
Cheng Chiba and Mo Qiaosheng were put on the warship and went down the Jishui river.
After a day and night, the boat entered a huge lake system and just stopped. Cheng Qianye estimates that they have arrived at Dayeze in the territory of Wei state.
Along the way, the soldiers on the ship neither spoke to them nor asked her anything. After landing, she was imprisoned in a humble house, where there were bedding, gongpail and other necessities, and even some books, pen and ink, a zither and other leisure equipment.
But there were thick railings on the windows, and the strong doors were locked. There is a small opening under the door. Three meals a day are delivered from that opening on time. She was apparently held as a prisoner.
Cheng Chiba grabs the railing of the window and looks out, just to see the stable not far away.
Mo Qiao Sheng hung his hands and was tied to a post on the stable. He could neither lie down nor sit down. He could only stand there reluctantly against the post.
Cheng Chiba's diet is not very exquisite, but at least three meals a day are guaranteed. But since she was put in for two days, she has never seen anyone deliver even coarse food to moqiao.
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Cheng Chiba is depressed to find that he is a very incompetent person after he has taken off his master's aura.
Now they moved to a hidden depression.
Cheng Qianye squatted in front of a pile of wood for a long time, making his face covered with black ash. After numerous failures, he finally lit a small fire.
As soon as she threw the torch on her hand, she fell on the ground and protected the precious flame with her hands.
She carefully put some hay, dead branches and other flammable materials in a little bit, until the flame stabilized, then one by one on the dry branches.
Seeing that the fire finally rose, Cheng Chiba sat down on the ground and breathed a long breath.
Facing Mo Qiao Sheng, who was lying on one side and wanted to get up but didn't dare, he said: "it's OK. You can rest assured. Don't you think it's burnt well? Your Lord, I'm not that useless. "
Cheng Qianye is full of words, but in fact he is very empty.
She looked at the live fish beside her, which had taken a lot of effort to catch. She really wanted to cry with her face covered.
She can eat fish. She can cook fish. But how to kill fish?
Cheng Chiba, who hasn't even entered the food market several times, feels helpless.
The live fish, which is not much bigger than the palm of a palm, lies on the ground, flapping its tail lively and spitting bubbles in its mouth, as if demonstrating to Cheng Chiba.
Cheng Qianye is cruel in the heart and draws out the dagger with a brush.
Hum, you can eat it if you kill it anyway!
Half an hour later, Cheng Chiba reluctantly took the fish from the fire, which was dark and had neither scratched scales nor dissected internal organs.
After breaking off the fishy meat, I could barely taste the burnt part.
Cheng Qianye is embarrassed to fold the fish in half and hands the extra part to Mo Qiaosheng.
"Do you want to eat? That's all
Mo Qiao Sheng took the fish, double holding in front of the forehead gently touched, just in his arms carefully eat up.
He cherishes his food and is not willing to waste it. It seems that he is not eating a mess of roast fish, but a delicacy.
Cheng Chiba saw that he was so happy to eat, but also to the appetite, cross legged and he sat side by side to share food.
The empty mountain is silent, birds are singing and insects are singing.
The bad roast fish didn't seem so bad.
From last night to today, Cheng Chiba has been running around all kinds of twists and turns, eating half a fruit in the morning. Long hungry, hungry chest close to the back, this little bit of fish into the stomach, not only does not work, but let her feel more hungry panic.
But she was tired and sleepy at the moment and didn't really want to move.
She lay on the ground against moqiao and closed her eyes to rest.
The empty stomach grunts, and Cheng Chiba curls up.
Rest for a while, and then find something to eat, Qiao Sheng shed so much blood, can't let him hungry.
Hazy, there is a pair of broad palms, seems to gently embrace her shoulder. Make her feel comfortable and at ease.
She slipped into sleep.
……
Cheng Qianye was awakened by a fragrance.
When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was mo Qiao Sheng, who was busy by the campfire.
The young man, dressed in black, rolled up his sleeves, showed his slender and strong forearms, his forehead was sweating slightly, and he was attentive and serious to stir the fire with a branch.
Cheng Chiba sat up.
She had a large handful of clean wild fruits hanging with drops of water on her hand. The small brown fruits were crooked and ugly.
She tried to pick up one and put it into her mouth. When she bit it, she found that it tasted sweet and juicy, slightly sweet and astringent, very delicious.
Cheng Chiba, like a treasure, said to Mo Qiaosheng: "Qiao Sheng, don't hurry. Come and eat it. It's delicious."
When Mo Qiaosheng saw her wake up, he picked up a bamboo tube inserted by the campfire and poured out water from it to wet the handkerchief that covered Cheng Chiba's forehead. Kneel on one knee at the side of Cheng Chiba's body and hold the handkerchief in both hands.
Cheng Chiba takes it over and wipes her face. She sees her clean handkerchief dyed black. It can be imagined how embarrassed she was when she was cooking fish.
The moqiao waiter stood aside and poured out the water from the bamboo tube. He asked Cheng Chiba to clean his face and hands. The water temperature was just right warm, and it was very comfortable to wash.
After waiting for Cheng Chiba to wash his hands, Mo Qiaosheng extinguishes the bonfire, pushes aside the firewood, and rolls out a smoky black mud mass from the soil.
He broke off the hard mud and peeled off a layer of brown leaves, revealing the white chicken inside. The air was filled with a strange fragrance.
Cheng Chiba couldn't help swallowing her saliva. She took the hot, white smoking pheasant, pulled off two legs of the pheasant, thrust one of them into the hand of Mo Qiaosheng, and pulled Mo Qiaosheng to sit side by side with herself.
The chicken was so tender and juicy that she almost swallowed it."Qiao Sheng, you are too capable." Cheng Qianye's mouth is full of things, and she doesn't praise it vaguely. She thinks of her ugly grilled fish and feels very ashamed.
"You know everything. You are good at martial arts, cooking and writing better than me." She used her elbow to poke the nearby Mo Qiao Sheng, "after no war, you cook for me every day, OK?"
Mo Qiao Sheng bowed his head slightly and his eyes were full of smiles.
But his smile suddenly froze.
"Someone's coming." He said.
He took Chiba's hand and was ready to leave.
On the hillside appeared a group of Jiashi, with a number of as many as thirty or forty people, just blocking their way.
The sergeants were not from gourong, but they were not soldiers from Jin. They were wearing strange black skin armor, holding spears and carrying bows and arrows.
It's the dress of louchuanshi who fight on the water all the year round.
A general at the head, seeing them, waved his hand without saying a word: "take it down!"
Mo Qiaosheng draws out his waist knife and leans forward to protect Cheng Chiba behind him.
"Qiao Sheng." Cheng Chiba took his arm and shook his head.
There are too many people on the other side, and Mo Qiaosheng is seriously injured. Cheng Chiba can't watch him die.
She stepped forward, saluted and said to the general, "is the general under the command of Wei Guowei henggong? I'm a member of the Jin army. Yesterday, my department was attacked by a dog army, so I was scattered here. You and our country are the friendly forces against the dog army. "
The humanitarian: "I don't care what friendly or not, search them, tie them up, and take them back."
Two soldiers came out behind him. They were very rude. They pushed Cheng Chiba and took out the hemp rope. They were about to tie Cheng Chiba up.
Mo Qiao Sheng's anger surges up and he can't help resisting. A dozen soldiers rush up and finally push him to the ground.
His collar spread out in the room, revealing the slave mark on his back shoulder.
The leader looked at him and said coldly, "it's a slave. Kill him."
"Wait a minute, don't kill him." Cheng Qianye stood in front of him. "I'm Cheng Qianyu, the Marquis of Jin and Yue. Take me to see your master."
Although it's very passive to say who you are, if you don't, once you are searched, the consequences will be unimaginable. And as an ordinary slave, Hashimoto is likely to be killed casually.
"Are you the Marquis of Jin and Yue?"
The man looked up and down at Cheng Chiba and saw that she was well-dressed and had exquisite accessories, but he didn't dare to slack off. Finally, he reluctantly saluted her and tied her and Mo Qiao Sheng's hands together. All the way down the mountain, he came to the vortex river.
There are several tall warships on the river, which are waving the flag of defending the country.
Cheng Chiba and Mo Qiaosheng were put on the warship and went down the Jishui river.
After a day and night, the boat entered a huge lake system and just stopped. Cheng Qianye estimates that they have arrived at Dayeze in the territory of Wei state.
Along the way, the soldiers on the ship neither spoke to them nor asked her anything. After landing, she was imprisoned in a humble house, where there were bedding, gongpail and other necessities, and even some books, pen and ink, a zither and other leisure equipment.
But there were thick railings on the windows, and the strong doors were locked. There is a small opening under the door. Three meals a day are delivered from that opening on time. She was apparently held as a prisoner.
Cheng Chiba grabs the railing of the window and looks out, just to see the stable not far away.
Mo Qiao Sheng hung his hands and was tied to a post on the stable. He could neither lie down nor sit down. He could only stand there reluctantly against the post.
Cheng Chiba's diet is not very exquisite, but at least three meals a day are guaranteed. But since she was put in for two days, she has never seen anyone deliver even coarse food to moqiao.
Cheng Chiba is depressed to find that he is a very incompetent person after he has taken off his master's aura. Now they moved to a hidden depression. Cheng Qianye squatted in front of a pile of wood for a long time, making his face covered with black ash. After numerous failures, he finally lit a small fire. As soon as she threw the torch on her hand, she fell on the ground and protected the precious flame with her hands. She carefully put some hay, dead branches and other flammable materials in a little bit, until the flame stabilized, then one by one on the dry branches. Seeing that the fire finally rose, Cheng Chiba sat down on the ground and breathed a long breath. Facing Mo Qiao Sheng, who was lying on one side and wanted to get up but didn't dare, he said: "it's OK. You can rest assured. Don't you think it's burnt well? Your Lord, I'm not that useless. " Cheng Qianye is full of words, but in fact he is very empty. She looked at the live fish beside her, which had taken a lot of effort to catch. She really wanted to cry with her face covered. She can eat fish. She can cook fish. But how to kill fish? Cheng Chiba, who hasn't even entered the food market several times, feels helpless. The live fish, which is not much bigger than the palm of a palm, lies on the ground, flapping its tail lively and spitting bubbles in its mouth, as if demonstrating to Cheng Chiba. Cheng Qianye is cruel in the heart and draws out the dagger with a brush. Hum, you can eat it if you kill it anyway! Half an hour later, Cheng Chiba reluctantly took the fish from the fire, which was dark and had neither scratched scales nor dissected internal organs. After breaking off the fishy meat, I could barely taste the burnt part. Cheng Qianye is embarrassed to fold the fish in half and hands the extra part to Mo Qiaosheng. "Do you want to eat? That's all Mo Qiao Sheng took the fish, double holding in front of the forehead gently touched, just in his arms carefully eat up. He cherishes his food and is not willing to waste it. It seems that he is not eating a mess of roast fish, but a delicacy. Cheng Chiba saw that he was so happy to eat, but also to the appetite, cross legged and he sat side by side to share food. The empty mountain is silent, birds are singing and insects are singing. The bad roast fish didn't seem so bad. From last night to today, Cheng Chiba has been running around all kinds of twists and turns, eating half a fruit in the morning. Long hungry, hungry chest close to the back, this little bit of fish into the stomach, not only does not work, but let her feel more hungry panic. But she was tired and sleepy at the moment and didn't really want to move. She lay on the ground against moqiao and closed her eyes to rest. The empty stomach grunts, and Cheng Chiba curls up. Rest for a while, and then find something to eat, Qiao Sheng shed so much blood, can't let him hungry. Hazy, there is a pair of broad palms, seems to gently embrace her shoulder. Make her feel comfortable and at ease. She slipped into sleep. Cheng Qianye was awakened by a fragrance. When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was mo Qiao Sheng, who was busy by the campfire. The young man, dressed in black, rolled up his sleeves, showed his slender and strong forearms, his forehead was sweating slightly, and he was attentive and serious to stir the fire with a branch. Cheng Chiba sat up. She had a large handful of clean wild fruits hanging with drops of water on her hand. The small brown fruits were crooked and ugly. She tried to pick up one and put it into her mouth. When she bit it, she found that it tasted sweet and juicy, slightly sweet and astringent, very delicious. Cheng Chiba, like a treasure, said to Mo Qiaosheng: "Qiao Sheng, don't hurry. Come and eat it. It's delicious." When Mo Qiaosheng saw her wake up, he picked up a bamboo tube inserted by the campfire and poured out water from it to wet the handkerchief that covered Cheng Chiba's forehead. Kneel on one knee at the side of Cheng Chiba's body and hold the handkerchief in both hands. Cheng Chiba takes it over and wipes her face. She sees her clean handkerchief dyed black. It can be imagined how embarrassed she was when she was cooking fish. The moqiao waiter stood aside and poured out the water from the bamboo tube. He asked Cheng Chiba to clean his face and hands. The water temperature was just right warm, and it was very comfortable to wash. After waiting for Cheng Chiba to wash his hands, Mo Qiaosheng extinguishes the bonfire, pushes aside the firewood, and rolls out a smoky black mud mass from the soil. He broke off the hard mud and peeled off a layer of brown leaves, revealing the white chicken inside. The air was filled with a strange fragrance. Cheng Chiba couldn't help swallowing her saliva. She took the hot, white smoking pheasant, pulled off two legs of the pheasant, thrust one of them into the hand of Mo Qiaosheng, and pulled Mo Qiaosheng to sit side by side with herself. The chicken was so tender and juicy that she almost swallowed it."Qiao Sheng, you are too capable." Cheng Qianye's mouth is full of things, and she doesn't praise it vaguely. She thinks of her ugly grilled fish and feels very ashamed. "You know everything. You are good at martial arts, cooking and writing better than me." She used her elbow to poke the nearby Mo Qiao Sheng, "after no war, you cook for me every day, OK?" Mo Qiao Sheng bowed his head slightly and his eyes were full of smiles. But his smile suddenly froze. "Someone's coming." He said. He took Chiba's hand and was ready to leave. On the hillside appeared a group of Jiashi, with a number of as many as thirty or forty people, just blocking their way. The sergeants were not from gourong, but they were not soldiers from Jin. They were wearing strange black skin armor, holding spears and carrying bows and arrows. It's the dress of louchuanshi who fight on the water all the year round. A general at the head, seeing them, waved his hand without saying a word: "take it down!" Mo Qiaosheng draws out his waist knife and leans forward to protect Cheng Chiba behind him. "Qiao Sheng." Cheng Chiba took his arm and shook his head. There are too many people on the other side, and Mo Qiaosheng is seriously injured. Cheng Chiba can't watch him die. She stepped forward, saluted and said to the general, "is the general under the command of Wei Guowei henggong? I'm a member of the Jin army. Yesterday, my department was attacked by a dog army, so I was scattered here. You and our country are the friendly forces against the dog army. " The humanitarian: "I don't care what friendly or not, search them, tie them up, and take them back." Two soldiers came out behind him. They were very rude. They pushed Cheng Chiba and took out the hemp rope. They were about to tie Cheng Chiba up. Mo Qiao Sheng's anger surges up and he can't help resisting. A dozen soldiers rush up and finally push him to the ground. His collar spread out in the room, revealing the slave mark on his back shoulder. The leader looked at him and said coldly, "it's a slave. Kill him." "Wait a minute, don't kill him." Cheng Qianye stood in front of him. "I'm Cheng Qianyu, the Marquis of Jin and Yue. Take me to see your master." Although it's very passive to say who you are, if you don't, once you are searched, the consequences will be unimaginable. And as an ordinary slave, Hashimoto is likely to be killed casually. "Are you the Marquis of Jin and Yue?" The man looked up and down at Cheng Chiba and saw that she was well-dressed and had exquisite accessories, but he didn't dare to slack off. Finally, he reluctantly saluted her and tied her and Mo Qiao Sheng's hands together. All the way down the mountain, he came to the vortex river. There are several tall warships on the river, which are waving the flag of defending the country. Cheng Chiba and Mo Qiaosheng were put on the warship and went down the Jishui river. After a day and night, the boat entered a huge lake system and just stopped. Cheng Qianye estimates that they have arrived at Dayeze in the territory of Wei state. Along the way, the soldiers on the ship neither spoke to them nor asked her anything. After landing, she was imprisoned in a humble house, where there were bedding, gongpail and other necessities, and even some books, pen and ink, a zither and other leisure equipment. But there were thick railings on the windows, and the strong doors were locked. There is a small opening under the door. Three meals a day are delivered from that opening on time. She was apparently held as a prisoner. Cheng Chiba grabs the railing of the window and looks out, just to see the stable not far away. Mo Qiao Sheng hung his hands and was tied to a post on the stable. He could neither lie down nor sit down. He could only stand there reluctantly against the post. Cheng Chiba's diet is not very exquisite, but at least three meals a day are guaranteed. But since she was put in for two days, she has never seen anyone deliver even coarse food to moqiao.
