In a moment, a tent as small and lovely as its owner appeared in front of everyone.

"Wow!"

Xiang Xing's soft eyes lit up, and he let out a low cry excitedly, and circled around the finished small tent several times.

He trotted up to Yan Heng again, smiled sweetly, and bowed to him slightly, "Thank you, General Yan." ”

“……”

Yan Heng lowered his eyes slightly and looked at her, and continued to be silent for a while.

Suddenly turned sideways slightly, and a little awkwardness crossed the handsome face with perfect contours.

“…… Repay your deliverance on behalf of your brethren. ”

The voice is deep and very soft.

"Huh?"

Xiang Xing didn't hear too clearly, so he couldn't help but take two steps forward and raise his little head.

Soft eyes blinked, "General, what did you just say?" ”

“…… Cough. ”

Yan Heng coughed a little unnaturally, and glanced back at her.

The bottom of his eyes shook slightly, "It's nothing." ”

"Okay......"

Hearing this, the little guy only responded softly, and there seemed to be a little loss in his soft voice.

These two faint words deserve a cold-faced general who has been fighting on the battlefield for many years, and his heart is inexplicably confused.

He couldn't help but stare back at the past.

saw the girl pursing her pink lips, silently turned around, opened the small tent and got in.

After a while, the dim light came on in the tent, and the small figure sat alone in it, as if it had no intention of resting.

The man paused, and his heart suddenly softened a little.

He thought about it, but sighed lightly and walked to the tent door.

He leaned down and lifted the curtain slightly.

He didn't look inside, but left a very light word.

"It's getting late, you should rest early."

"Huh?"

Xiang Xing raised his soft eyes in a daze, and followed the sound to look at it.

But all I could see was the slightly swaying curtain, and I heard the sound of armor clashing as it faded away.

Soon, the noise around me gradually subsided.

Xiang Xing really didn't plan to sleep immediately.

Instead, he took out a small blank scroll from his carry-on bag and gently unfolded it in the candlelight.

Then he tilted his head and carefully recalled the difficult things that would happen next in the plot.

Then carefully write them down one by one.

Looking at her biting her pink lip and recording it carefully, the crested cane leaning on the side couldn't help but sigh and complain silently.

[Why do I think that you are doing this, not so much as prophecy, but people think that you are rebelling with intelligence......]

[Isn't that right?] ]

The little guy laughed and didn't lift his head.

The left hand was very confidently clenched, [I'm so honest, I can always influence him, right?] ]

[I don't know......]

The duck silently spread its wings and went to sleep by itself.

……

Xiang Xing was busy until the fourth watch, and finally filled the small scroll.

After some examination, she sighed a few times in satisfaction, carefully rolled it up, and put it in her arms.

Only then did he turn off the lights and fall headlong.

At that time, in the general's tent not far from the small tent, Yan Heng was still sitting by the window, studying military books.

Suddenly, the glimmer of light that had been pulling him in the corner of his eyes gradually dimmed, and the man seemed to be aware of it, and subconsciously glanced at it.

Only then did the tense eyebrows relax.

The last candle in the whole camp was finally extinguished.

……

The next morning, the whole camp gradually woke up.

The little one also got up early in the morning, and after cleaning up, ran out and prepared to collect the tent himself.