After the scum of the paranoid villain, I failed to escape

"doing what?"

Lou Huai avoids Zuo Weiyue's touch, his eyes flicker, as if he has something to hide from her.

"What can you do? Of course, look at your hands. Before you even sewed a small purse, your fingers were easily pricked. Now that you sew this kind of small clothes, your hands are really fine?"

Zuo Weiyue firmly grasped Lou Huai's hand with the fox's paw, and turned over the back of his hand to look.

There were no bloody wounds in sight, but some small holes that were obviously pierced by needles, and some calluses that seemed to be worn out after holding the needle for a long time.

"I'm fine, these don't hurt, the injuries I usually suffer on the battlefield are much more painful than these." Lou Huai curled up his right palm, trying to cover those injuries in vain.

But Zuo Weiyue didn't give him a chance to continue curling up, and directly opened his hand with the fox's paw, looked at those old wounds with a distressed expression, and gently stroked those wounds with the pads of his paws: "I know these are not on the battlefield without you The injury was serious, but that was different."

There is no need to suffer these injuries for her sake. He can stop working hard in this area and just spend money to find someone to customize it. If there is any need to do it himself, he still hurts himself.

After telling Lou Huai all these thoughts, and still keeping paws on the scars on his hands, Zuo Weiyue, without knowing what to think, actually bowed her head and gently kissed his hands with the mouth of a fox, asking him, Does it hurt?

Lou Huai's expression was taken aback by the soft feathery touch. He looked at the fox who was still staring at the scar on his hand with distressed eyes. While his heart became warm, the tip of his nose also felt a little sore.

It's just because he generally has to rely on his own patience to digest most of the time after he has suffered some kind of injury.

Needless to say, his biological parents, no one cared about how he was injured or how much pain he felt, but his adoptive father felt that as a man, it was normal for him to be injured a little while fighting on the battlefield, so there was no need to call it painful or something. It hurts, but it makes me look weak.

But in fact, no one knows that his pain perception is much stronger than that of ordinary people, and sometimes just a small wound can cause cold sweat to break out on his forehead.

And before he became an indomitable man, he was also an ordinary man who wanted to have someone to call pain after he was injured, but the secular world seemed to prohibit men from doing this.

Now looking at the behavior of the little fox in front of him because of this incident, the sourness on the tip of Lou Huai's nose became more and more obvious, until he couldn't hold it back, and said like a mosquito: "It hurts, but if it's for you, I can bear no matter how painful it is."

Seeing Lou Huai's silly appearance, Zuo Weiyue had a hard time associating it with the young man who was vigilant like a hedgehog and full of sinister aura when she first met.

She sighed, reached out and rubbed the fox's head against him, and said to him: "I know, but you have to know, I will also feel bad when I see you get hurt, after this kind of little clothes, it's no big deal. If necessary, just ask someone to customize it, okay?"

The little fox blinked her watery green fox eyes to look at Lou Huai, showing him a coquettish look that she rarely used.

Facing such a cute little fox, and the soul of the person he likes resides in his body, Lou Huai naturally would not refuse.

He hugged her fat fox body, stroked her pair of big fox ears, and agreed: "Okay, then I promise you, try to reduce the number of times I sew for you by myself."

Zuo Weiyue wanted to say that it's better not to sew with her own hands anymore, but after thinking about it, this might be his biggest concession, so she could only suppress what she wanted to say, and didn't say anything more.

It takes less than three days to travel from southern Xinjiang to the capital by water, let alone by land.

Lou Huai knew that Zuo Weiyue's horse-sickness was less severe than seasickness, so he changed the journey to land for her.

The carriage bumped all the way for about five or six days before finally arriving in southern Xinjiang, where the temperature is much higher than that of the capital.

It was obviously colder in late autumn in the capital city, but after arriving in southern Xinjiang, Zuo Weiyue gave Zuo Weiyue the illusion that it was still late summer.

The fox fur on her body was very thick, and she still felt hot even after taking off the clothes Lou Huai made for her, so she could only relieve the heat by sticking the fox's head out of the carriage window.

Looking outside, the leaves that have turned maple red in the capital are still lush green here, a lush greenery.

It's just that this kind of greenness gradually turned into barrenness when the carriage carrying her and Lou Huai arrived at the border between Xiding and Nanjiang. Only a large piece of yellow sand was exposed in the field of vision, and the dryness and heat of the air also increased several degrees. , the dry breath spread on her fox lips, making her extremely thirsty.

Seeing this, she finally understood why Nanjiang chose to go to war with Xiding, probably because of the harsh living environment.

Watching the carriage drive into the military camp stationed in the sand, Zuo Weiyue temporarily took the fox's head out of the carriage, and asked Lou Huai with the fetters in his brain: "Is the battle here generally easy to fight? How long will it take? How long will it take?" What if someone hid the royal robe in the bedroom of the East Palace during this period?"

Lou Huai took out the cold jade stones prepared in advance in the carriage and stuffed them into Zuo Weiyue's arms to help her relieve the heat.

Feeling that she was feeling better, Fang recalled her question: "Whether the battle here is good or not depends on whether God will help us. The enemy army in southern Xinjiang is good at fighting with fire and arrows. If it starts to rain continuously in the near future, There is at least a [-]% chance of winning this battle."

"As for the private possession of the imperial robes you mentioned, generally I am in the East Palace, and the possibility of finding and convicting me is the greatest. After all, if people are not on the scene, the space that can be manipulated by others becomes much larger. .”

Although Zuo Weiyue didn't quite understand Lou Huai's meaning, seeing his confident appearance, she didn't ask any more questions.

Soon, the carriage carrying them arrived at the barracks at the junction of the borders of Southern Xinjiang and Xiding.

Perhaps it was because the barracks was surrounded by a small area and the people were relatively dense. When entering, Zuo Weiyue felt as if she had entered a steamer.

"Your Highness, you have arrived. The general is waiting for you in the military tent. Would you like to arrange your clothes first, or go to see him directly?"

Lou Huai saw that Zuo Weiyue was extremely hot and was still covered with a thick layer of fox fur, so he told the soldiers who came to receive him to find someone to get a bigger ice mirror and bring it to the military tent where he was going to set up. He will see Gong Congde later.

After giving orders to the soldiers, Lou Huai was afraid that Zuo Weiyue would get hot if she continued to be bored in the carriage, so he carried her directly out of the carriage.

How did he know that before he walked a few steps, he bumped into a rather unexpected person.

The pair of three white eyes of the boy walking towards him is very representative. When his eyes fell on the fennec fox in Lou Huai's arms, he was taken aback for a moment, then suppressed the darkness in his eyes, and said with a fake smile on his face: "Prince! , Your pet is back looking for you again?"

Ready to do a wave of things.