Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Unfortunately, what the village women didn't expect was that instead of paying any attention, these soldiers, when they heard their words, seemed to have seen a reminder, their steps accelerated.

The village women couldn't help staring at each other in astonishment.

In the end, he continued to yell without giving up, thinking that he could always touch someone with a soft ear.

The result was counterproductive. It made the footsteps of the entire support army marching team up several times. It didn't take long for the entire team to completely pass through the village...

A group of women were left in a daze.

Seeing them regaining consciousness, the little scout nodded thoughtfully, and returned to Yan Heng with light work.

In return: "Thanks to the general, those women are really tricky."

He retelled the expressions of the women to Yan Heng.

After the man listened, Feng raised his eyebrows slightly: "I see."

Then, it seemed to think of something, "Who in the line stopped and talked to the group of women, or accepted their food?"

"To the general, there is no one."

The scout answered truthfully.

"Very well, step back."

Sending off the scout, Yan Heng tightened the rein in his hand.

At the bottom of my heart, I was a little relieved.

His dark, ink eyes condensed, and he suddenly looked back at the carriage behind him and glanced at him casually.

Looking at the little guy who stuck out half his head and was looking at the wonderful scenery along the way curiously and amazingly, his heart trembled slightly.

A little suspicion arose.

...

Worried about being too close to the village of unknown purpose and causing future troubles, Yan Heng had to give an order, making the entire marching team an hour longer.

When we arrived at the next station, it was already late at night.

After the campfire was born, the soldiers were a little bit sleepy, and then they camped on the spot.

After sticking around, several little soldiers suddenly saw a small and exquisite figure, alone, going back and forth in a corner of the camp.

She puffed up her little dumpling face depressed, and awkwardly fiddled with her luxurious oilcloth tent.

Obviously it won't match at all.

Seeing the little soldiers could not help whispering.

"Speaking of which, the little teacher is so honorable, why doesn't he travel with any entourage?"

"Hey, I heard from my relatives who worked as a servant in the palace, Xiao Guoshi is lonely and has always been alone. Even in her mansion, there are no servants!"

"This is too lonely..."

"Hey, just like Xiao Guoshi, I think she won't be able to get up tomorrow morning...Shall we go help her later?"

"I dare not! You forgot what the general said before he went out..."

A few little soldiers were still discussing in a whisper, but a certain general in their mouth suddenly appeared in the sight of a few people.

Under the silent gaze, he walked straight to the back of the little guy who was sitting in front of the tent tarp, pulling his hair depressedly.

Seeing her little messy appearance, Yan Heng pursed her thin lips, and sighed helplessly.

"Get up, I'll pick it up for you."

"……Oh!"

Xiang Xing heard this, as if he had caught a life-saving straw, and quickly stood up and stepped aside.

Leaning his head, standing quietly and obediently, his soft eyes are full of expectation.

"..."

Yan Heng glanced at her, his eyes paused.

He quickly turned around and pitched her a tent silently and skillfully.