Poison doctor and crazy concubine: Please respect yourself, evil king

Chapter 154
"Look at what you look at, laugh at what you laugh at, don't laugh, don't look!"

Ye Lan glared at Qin Junlie, and sat on the small chair staring at the medicine jar.

"Miss."

"Don't call me a lady, go!"

Ye Lan was very angry, very angry, why angry...

Because when she left the camp to go to the hut, everyone looked at her very strangely. It was only later that Ye Lan realized that what she picked up yesterday was Qin Junlie's clothes.

These guys must think that something happened between themselves and Qin Junlie.

"Miss, I'm hungry for my husband."

Ignoring Ye Lan's anger, Qin Junlie held Ye Lan in his arms from behind, warming Ye Lan with the temperature of his body.

"Are you hungry? Go find the cook and don't care about me."

"Only a woman can feed her husband."

Recalling Qin Junlie's ambiguous words in his ears, Ye Lan blushed, and there was no need to explain what these words meant.

Mentioning what happened last time, Ye Lan's face turned even redder.

Damn Qin Junlie, it must be on purpose.

"Qin Junlie!"

"For my husband."

Smile evilly, laughing so that people lose their souls, laughing so much that Ye Lan's heart trembles.

This monster...

"My wife, my husband wants to eat the noodles you... made."

He deliberately paused for a while before speaking the second half of the sentence. Qin Junlie really liked seeing the shy look of the woman in his arms, she was really cute.

"Look at the medicine yourself, I'll cook the noodles!"

This product must be intentional, it must be!
Let's eat pasta, okay!kill you...

Ye Lan handed the cattail fan to Qin Junlie, motioned Qin Junlie to sit on the small stool and look at the medicine jar by himself, then turned and left the tent to go to the kitchen.

And here, when Ye Lan was leaving, Zhuyang stepped forward.

"My lord, let me come, you have a rest!"

"No, back off!"

Dressed in white clothes like snow, with three thousand blue silks standing up with a feather crown, such a handsome, domineering man is sitting on a small stool at this moment, holding a feather fan in his hand to fan the wind, looking seriously at the man in front of him. The medicine jar, this picture...is a bit weird and inconsistent.

Ye Lan, who came to the kitchen, looked around. The kitchen is huge. The soldiers had already had lunch, and there was still a while before lunch.

"My ancestor, princess, you are here, what do you want to eat?"

When the cook saw Ye Lan coming, his eyes shone with light.

He had heard about the bravery of Wang Hao's ancestors, that one man should be guarded by others, and now there is no one in the entire military camp who does not admire Her Majesty Wang Hao.

"Princess... ancestor!"

What a weird name, she looks so young.

Grinning, Ye Lan didn't care too much about what the cook called her.

"I'll make some noodles for Qin Junlie to eat. If you have noodles, prepare some green onions, eggs, and sauce for me."

"Okay, Concubine Ancestor, wait a moment!"

She didn't eat anything, and started to make medicine when she got up in the morning, until now.

Not long after, the cook brought all the ingredients Ye Lan needed.

"Go down, I'll do it myself."

"Yes, if the ancestors of the princess need to call me for something."

The cook left the kitchen, and Ye Lan started kneading noodles to make fried noodles.

Why make Jajangmyeon?Because it saves trouble.

Soon, the ingredients for Zhajiangmian were ready, the noodles were put into the pot, and the Zhajiangmian in a small porcelain basin came out of the pot, full of aroma.

Gollum~
Ye Lan swallowed, and returned to the tent with the small porcelain bottle of fried noodles.

However, when Ye Lan returned to the tent, she was amused by the scene in front of her.

The idiot Qin Junlie was sitting on a small stool with a feather fan and fanning the wind to boil medicine, while the generals behind him were talking about yesterday's battle, the style of painting was a bit weird.

Some of the generals Ye Lan didn't know, and some of them were the ones who rushed into the enemy camp with her yesterday.

"The final general has seen the princess."

"The final general has seen the princess."

"The final general has seen the princess."

There were eight people in the barracks battle, plus she was nine people.

Ye Lan Ye Lan corrected the problem of how they called themselves.

"Hey, did my lord concubine make fried noodles?"

With sharp eyes, Zhuyang saw what Ye Lan was holding in a small porcelain basin.

What's more, the look in his eyes is not so longing, like a dog that hasn't eaten for several days sees food.

"have you eaten?"

"Didn't eat lunch!"

Ye Lan was just being polite, someone took it seriously.

"My lord, I'll get the bowl!"

Ye Lan only took two bowls, one belonged to Qin Junlie and the other belonged to herself. After a while, Zhuyang came back with a porcelain bowl and a pair of chopsticks in her hand.

"My lord, my princess, you should eat first, and if you can, leave a mouthful for the general."

What he said was pitiful, what he said was miserable, the surrounding generals looked at Zhuyang in puzzlement.

In their eyes, Big Brother Zhuyang is strict and cold, but now he looks like a shameless beggar.

"Bring me the bowl!"

Ye Lan first filled Qin Junlie with a large bowl full of noodles with fried sauce, and then filled a bowl of noodles with fried sauce for herself. The small porcelain bowl was enough for two people.

Hearing Ye Lan's words, Zhuyang jumped up and brought the bowl in front of Ye Lan.

"Thank you, my lord princess."

Don't mention the grateful expression, those who know it naturally understand that Zhui Yang showed such an expression for a bowl of noodles, those who don't know think that their ancestral grave is smoking.

"My lady, I still want to eat for my husband!"

"...you eat slowly."

After eating a large bowl of noodles, Ye Lan filled another bowl of noodles for Qin Junlie, and there was still enough for one person in the small porcelain basin.

And smelling the aroma of food in the air, those generals who didn't know the situation also swallowed their saliva.

"Brother Zhuyang, is it delicious?"

"Nonsense, the Zhajiangmian made by the concubine is the best in the world."

Three times, five times and two times, Zhuyang finished the fried noodles in the bowl, and the sauce in the bowl was licked clean, and he wanted to eat the chopsticks and the bowl.

At this moment, Qingfeng, who was covered in injuries outside the door, came in.

Qingfeng was sent out to collect information, and he just came back. He didn't know that Ye Lan had come to the border, but as soon as he entered the camp, the appetizing smell came into his nose.

Qingfeng's eyes turned green, so green that it was frightening, and Ha Lazi almost bleed all over the ground.

"These... you eat!"

"My lord... my lord princess?"

Ye Lan pushed the small porcelain basin in front of Qingfeng, and Qingfeng, who had been hungry for a long time, didn't understand why Ye Lan appeared in front of him, took the chopsticks from Zhuyang's hand and sat on the ground eating the small porcelain basin up.

Qingfeng's move made the generals dumbfounded even more.

If it is said that Zhuyang is majestic in their hearts, then Qingfeng is the existence of the god of death. As the right arm of the prince, the two of them were born and died together with the prince, and their image in the hearts of everyone has long been as unshakable as a towering hill.

It can be said that besides the lord, Zhuyang and Qingfeng are the perfect commanders, but now...

The generals could no longer use their poor words to describe Zhuyang and Qingfeng.

One is like a pug, and the other is no different from a beggar. Is this still the guarding general of the two yuan in their minds!
The answer is yes.

On weekdays, the images maintained by Zhuyang and Qingfeng can definitely deter one side.

But all of this was before Ye Lan came to the border.

Sitting on the ground, Qingfeng, who was like a beggar, didn't care about his image at all, holding a small porcelain bowl to eat was delicious, but after all, there was only enough for one person, and he could eat three servings of fried noodles by himself.

Feeling unfinished, Qingfeng licked the sauce in the basin, once again refreshing everyone's three views.

Isn't it just fried noodles? As for it!
After eating half a bag, Qingfeng finally realized it.

"My lord princess?"

At first, Qingfeng thought that he was bleeding too much and had hallucinations, but now Ye Lan actually appeared in front of him.

When will the princess come to the border.

Qingfeng glanced at Ye Lan, and then at his prince, whose face was extremely dark. He felt a little bit in his heart, knowing that he was going to die.

Qingfeng was not stupid, and quickly knelt on the ground on one knee.

"Report to the lord, the wolf king has assembled an army, ready to launch a full-scale attack, and the thirteen generals of the grassland have also come to support them."

Gulu, swallowing his saliva, this time he was not hungry, but was shocked by the prince's eyes.

After a long time, the sight above his head disappeared, and Qingfeng felt as if he was wandering on the edge of life and death.

"Retire and recuperate."

"Yes, my lord."

Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that his life was saved.

"My lord, I will retire at the end!"

"My lord, I will retire at the end!"

"My lord, I will retire at the end!"

With the departure of Qingfeng, Zhuyang and others also resigned and left.

They are stupid, the expression on the prince's face has already explained everything, they are not to blame for Qingfeng Chuang's stuff.

The soldiers withdrew from the camp one after another, only Ye Lan and Qin Junlie were left in the tent at this time, and before Zhu Yang left, he also lowered the curtain of the general camp.

Nima!

"Miss, my husband is not full!"

"Come on, you've eaten two bowls, sit down, I'll see your wound and drink your medicine first!"

Ye Lan gave Qin Junlie a white look, and motioned for Qin Junlie to sit down.

"It's okay, it's recovering well!"

It seems that the medicine she got from Mr. Pei is really effective, but the swelling of the wound has subsided a lot in just one night.

Qin Junlie sat on the bed, Ye Lan sat on the small chair and looked at the wound on Qin Junlie's waist. Her jade hands gently touched the skin around the wound, recovering faster than expected.

But at this time...

In front of Ye Lan, a proud and upright thing blocked her view, and the majestic thing was standing in front of Ye Lan, which was very eye-catching.

"cough!"

Coughing in embarrassment, Ye Lan pretended not to see it.

"My lady, what should I do?"

His voice was hoarse, and Qin Junlie looked at Ye Lan with unusually fiery eyes, and the fire in those pair of star pupils became even hotter.

"What to do, break it, throw it away!"

"If it is broken, the lady will be a widow in the future."

Smiling evilly, Qin Junlie stretched out his hand and gently stroked Ye Lan's cheek. With a snap, Ye Lan knocked off Qin Junlie's palm, and quickly stood up to keep a certain safe distance from someone.

"Who, who told you that I'm going to be a widow, drink medicine!"

Ye Lan walked up to Qin Junlie with the medicine bowl in her hand, but still kept a certain distance from him. Even if this guy was injured, he was still a dangerous existence.

"My lady, my husband's hand hurts, my lady feed me medicine."

"Ah!!"

(End of this chapter)