Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

When Xiang Xing walked out of the tent slowly, it was already bright outside.

Some of the soldiers around were already getting up, standing in front of their respective tents with their washbasins in their arms and chatting, waiting for the sound of the drill.

Seeing Xiang Xing passing by, they greeted each other with enthusiasm and concern: "Xiao Guoshi, are you feeling better?"

"Well, much better."

Xiang Xing smiled and nodded to several people.

Soft eyes turned, suddenly remembered something, and couldn't help asking, "By the way, last night your general Yan was... um, were you busy late?"

She paused, and did not directly ask about catching the spy.

If Yan Heng was doing it in secret, wouldn't it be exposed if she asked nonsense.

Sure enough, the few soldiers looked at each other suspiciously when they heard the words.

Only scratching the back of his head, he laughed and said, "General, he seems to be busy late... We only know that he led a few lieutenants and brothers to General Wang's main tent, and it seemed that he was chatting all night."

"It seems to be talking about the Spring Search Conference... oops!"

One of the soldiers talked for a while, and was directly pinched by his brother's thigh, screaming.

Seeing Xiang Xing laugh in his heart.

Although there are military orders and regulations in the camp, everyone has the heart of gossip, even these little soldiers are no exception.

Thinking about it, she simply shook the crested cane in her hand.

[Duck duck, see if the three spies are still there last night. ]

The voice fell, and the GPS map suddenly appeared in front of the little guy.

As she expected, the coordinates of the three spies had disappeared from the entire camp.

However, there are three more red dots, and one-third more black identity.

These people, without exception, were all Yan Heng's most trusted confidants, and even included the scout team leader who was in charge of following the group of village women on the march before.

Xiang Xing blinked softly, his head tilted.

It seems that not only the Spring Search Conference was discussed last night, but someone seems to have made a trick of it...

Gee, that's really fast.

She couldn't help sighing to herself.

...

In the next few days, Yan Heng directly took Xiang Xing to live in the big tent under the well-known eyes of everyone in the camp in the name of taking care of her personally.

During the day, he stayed in Wang Hai's main tent, discussing the battle plan of the Chunsou Conference.

At night, he personally supervises Xiang Xing's diet.

Not only do I have to watch her eat it myself, I even have to take a bite before she eats it and test the poison in person...

"...Brother Yan Heng, are you making too much of a fuss?"

Looking at the bowl of meat porridge that Yan Heng had tasted with a silver spoon in advance and handed her over after confirming that it was all right, Xiang Xing could not help frowning helplessly, and laughed several times.

She tilted her head and looked at him with a little worry, her voice soft and waxy, "Besides, if it is poisonous, won't it poison you first..."

"I can handle it better than you."

The man only responded quietly, the silver chopsticks in his hand were still moving, and he tasted the remaining few dishes.

This scene inexplicably reminded the little guy that in a certain world, those eunuch father-in-laws tried poisoning for the emperor...

jerk off.

She shivered subconsciously.

Quickly get rid of the messy brain supplies in your mind.

The two of you just took a bite, and I tasted and ate it.

Sudden.

There was a slight sound of air piercing outside the window, which made the chopsticks in the two hands eat at the same time.

good night

Thank you Plush Bear - Dead Cat's reward~

It's even later hahaha... I'll make it up before the morning