When I opened my eyes, my fox became a yandere villain

Chapter 198 Extra Story - The Little Master and the Cold Monster 6
Seeing it, the boy's little face was a little unhappy.

He was not happy, Qingwu became even more interested, and continued: "I also heard two days ago that a very powerful young man came to the barracks. He is about the same age as you. It is said that he can even compare to the city gate."

She sighed, "If I didn't want to keep Chenglan by your side, I would have matched them up long ago."

When the young man heard this, he was really anxious, straightened his back, and asked: "What a powerful young man, why haven't I heard of it?"

Qing Wu turned his head to look at Yan Chenjue, smiled at him and said, "I heard that you intend to make that man a young general, don't you?"

Yan Chenjue nodded quickly, "Well, he is a capable person, and there is still room for promotion in the future."

Yan Muqing's face was heavy, "What's the promotion or not? Isn't he just a guy who can only wield knives and guns? What's so good about it?"

Qingwu nodded, "I think so too. They are all rough people, and they are naturally incomparable with our words. But... Cheng Lan has always been a girl who pursues high, so naturally she admires such warriors. I looked at that Life is pretty good, when the time comes..."

"No way!" Yan Muqing refused before Qingwu finished speaking.

Qing Wu said with a smile: "It's not up to you to decide, it's a predestined marriage. Anyway, you don't care much about her, don't you want to watch her get married, don't you want her to be happy?"

The boy was speechless, and after a long silence, he stood up and walked away angrily.

The moment the door closed, Yan Chenjue said: "Sister Qing is really amazing."

Qingwu smiled, "Boy, if you still don't admit it, I have a solution. You can find a good-looking boy tomorrow, put him in the barracks, and promote him. He will be busy."

At night, Yan Muqing lay on the couch tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

All I can think about is what his mother said.

The more I think about it, the more I feel panicked, and the more I think about it, the more uncomfortable I feel.

What is young and promising? Does Jiang Chenglan really like such a person?

After not sleeping all night, Yan Muqing made a decision in the morning of the next day, he couldn't just sit and wait for death like this, he had to go to the barracks to see what kind of person he was.

At noon, Yan Muqing and a few attendants sneaked out of the barracks.

Yan Muqing held two bamboo sticks in his hand, covering himself like stealing a bell.

Several soldiers passing by couldn't help casting their eyes on him, and were about to salute, Yan Muqing shouted angrily, "What are you looking at, go away!"

How dare the soldiers disobey the order of His Royal Highness, and left in a hurry.

Yan Muqing muttered, "Why is there no one here? Don't you have to train in the martial arts field every day?"

The attendants looked at each other and said, "Perhaps...it's time to eat."

In fact, they knew that the soldiers' training in the martial arts field started early in the morning, and at this hour, it was over long ago.

But they dare not remind His Highness the Prince.

After observing secretly for a while, Yan Muqing saw Jiang Chenglan walking over in a red and black outfit.

Yan Muqing hurriedly blocked the bamboo in front of her eyes, muttering: "I can't see me, I can't see me..."

Hearing his muttering, Jiang Chenglan held his forehead helplessly, "What are you doing here?"

Even if asked, Yan Muqing still wanted to pretend not to hear.

Until Jiang Chenglan moved the bamboo in front of his eyes, "Looking for me?"

Yan Muqing couldn't avoid it, lowered his head, and whispered: "No, I... I have other things."

Jiang Chenglan didn't believe him about anything else, but he didn't want to argue with him, so he just said, "It's okay, go back early."

She turned to leave when she heard the stomach growl of the person behind her.

Yan Muqing said aggrievedly, "I'm hungry."

Jiang Chenglan glanced at him, "Go back to eat when you're hungry!"

Yan Muqing grabbed her hand and said: "I can't wait to go back to eat, you take me in to eat, okay?"

"This is a military camp!" Jiang Chenglan reminded helplessly.

But Yan Muqing obviously didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but asked in puzzlement: "What's the matter? Don't people in the military camp eat?"

Although many people with cultivation bases do bigu, they don't need to eat.

But the soldiers in the Yaozu barracks are all good soldiers and good generals, and the daily practice exercises are very exhausting, so they also need to eat.

It's just... people here eat to satiate their stomachs and increase their physical fitness, not for the sake of appetite.

A little prince like Yan Muqing, how can he eat the food here.

Jiang Chenglan sighed, "I'll take you back."

But the boy refused to leave without saying anything, humming and said: "No, no, I don't want to go back, I want to eat here."

He murmured for a while before Jiang Chenglang said: "The food here is not very tasty, you can't get used to it!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Muqing smiled and said, "I'm used to eating, I'm used to eating, I promise."

After he said that, Jiang Chenglan didn't say anything else, so he had no choice but to take him in.

As soon as he entered the door of the big kitchen, Yan Muqing almost fainted.

The kitchen was full of soldiers who had trained for half a day, and the smell of sweat filled the air, almost suffocating people to death.

Jiang Chenglan saw the embarrassment on his face, and said, "There's still time to go now."

But the young man gritted his teeth, but the hands holding her arms hugged him even tighter, and he said without confidence: "I won't leave, I want to eat."

Jiang Chenglan was a little surprised, she didn't expect Yan Muqing to be able to hold on.

In the next second, Yan Muqing covered her nose with her hands, looking as if she was going to die.

Jiang Chenglan ordered a meal for Yan Muqing and placed it in front of him.

Yan Muqing looked at the dishes with clear soup and little water, and could only eat with his eyes closed.

Even if he endured it all the time, Yan Muqing spit it out as soon as the dish entered his mouth, and couldn't help complaining: "What is this, is it for people to eat?"

As soon as the voice fell, it attracted the eyes of several soldiers.

Jiang Chenglan's face darkened, and they immediately turned their heads and continued eating.

She said helplessly: "I said, you are not used to eating, and... don't speak so loudly, be careful of getting beaten."

Yan Muqing let out a low voice, and stopped talking.

Jiang Chenglan: "Okay, enough trouble, I'll take you back."

But when she stood up, the boy still didn't move a bit.

Jiang Chenglan scolded lightly, "Yan Muqing!"

The boy just lowered his head and shook his head.

Suddenly, a few people came in noisy outside.

Yan Muqing looked up, and the leader was a handsome young man.

The man was chatting and laughing with a few soldiers, and when passing by the two of them, the man greeted Jiang Chenglan politely.

Jiang Chenglan nodded to the man, but said nothing.

It was the man, who looked very familiar with Jiang Chenglan, and said, "I met Major General Jiang again today, what a coincidence."

Jiang Chenglan said flatly, "Well, it's a coincidence."

It was clear that there was nothing wrong with what the two of them said, and there was no excessive communication, but Yan Muqing felt sore when he heard it, which was especially unpleasant.

He patted the table and immediately attracted the attention of several people.

Jiang Chenglang was about to ask him what he wanted to do, but when he heard the man suddenly raise the hand that was beating the table in front of her, he said aggrievedly: "It hurts, it hurts..."

Everything in this kitchen is very casual, and the wooden table has not been strictly treated.

After all, it is something for some rough people, and no one has ever had any opinions because of this.

Not to mention, someone as thin-skinned and tender as Yan Muqing, when he slapped the table, he got several wooden thorns in his hand!
Yan Muqing looked like he was about to cry out of pain, he raised his hands, his eyes were red, he was very pitiful, he wrestled with a child, as if he wanted his parents to coax him.

The young general and several soldiers were also dumbfounded.

Even if they didn't recognize Yan Muqing, they could still recognize his clothes, such extraordinary clothes, no one except the royal family could wear them.

To be honest, Jiang Chenglan really wanted to brag to him, if it wasn't for so many pairs of eyes staring straight at him.

But when Yan Muqing saw that she had done nothing, she was even more wronged, and she was about to cry.

There was no way, Jiang Chenglan pulled his wrist and walked out, leaving the young general and the soldiers stunned.

The young general asked: "Is that... the little prince?"

The soldiers nodded, "It should be, the little prince has a marriage contract with Major General Jiang, and the one who can talk to the major general like this should be the prince."

The young general smiled and said, "I never thought that such a serious person as Major General Jiang would have such a lovely fiance."

Jiang Chenglan pulled Yan Muqing out the door and went to his room.

When finally no one else was present, Jiang Chenglan took his hand and gave him a bragging.

"Be patient, I'll help you take out the wooden splinter." Jiang Chenglan said.

The boy pouted and said, "Who was that person just now?"

"..." Jiang Chenglang was a little taken aback by this sudden question, "What's wrong with the newly promoted young general in the barracks? Do you recognize him?"

Yan Muqing snorted twice, "I don't know him, what's special about him, can people remember him?"

He thought to himself, it really was that person.

The appearance of that man appeared in Yan Muqing's mind just now, and he thought to himself: It's not very good, it's just a very ordinary guy, not even one-tenth as beautiful as me.

But in the next instant, Yan Muqing's thoughts were completely destroyed by Jiang Chenglan.

Jiang Chenglan said very justly: "He is quite special, he is a very self-motivated person, and he is very talented in cultivation."

Yan Muqing's face became gloomy at a speed visible to the naked eye. He withdrew the hand held by Jiang Chenglan and said angrily: "So what? Even if I don't have talent? You Is that why you hate me?"

This roar made Jiang Chenglan a little dumbfounded, and looked at him in puzzlement, obviously not understanding where he got his words from.

Yan Muqing was getting angry, her eyes turned red, and she said, "What's the big deal? I can also be very talented!"

After all, the man turned around and ran out without giving Jiang Chenglan a chance to say a word.

Jiang Chenglan was a little astonished, and kept thinking in his heart, what did he say just now?
But Yan Muqing's temperament is like this, he likes to mess around and think wildly, Jiang Chenglang couldn't understand him, so he just stopped thinking about him.

With that time, she should practice hard.

But three days later, Jiang Chenglan heard the news that Yan Muqing had been practicing hard every day since he returned from the barracks that day, and also lost his temper because of being too impatient.

I vomited blood yesterday, and today I am too sick to get up.

When Jiang Chenglan heard the news, he was dumbfounded.

He had always thought of what happened once, but he didn't expect to take it seriously this time?

Jiang Chenglan never thought that he really started to practice hard because of his words that day.

After thinking about it, Jiang Chenglan always felt that there was a part of her own reasons for this, so she asked her father to take a day off to see Yan Muqing.

When Jiang Chenglan left, Qingwu was feeding Yan Muqing in front of the couch.

Seeing Jiang Chenglang coming, Qingwu quickly got up and gave up his seat to Jiang Chenglang, "Chenglang, you're here, just in time, it's time for Yan Yan to eat, come and feed him."

If it was normal, at this time Yan Muqing should happily take the opportunity to toss Jiang Chenglan and make trouble for her.

But today was weird, not only did he not do this, but he also tilted his head to avoid the spoon that Jiang Chenglan fed him.

Qingwu is a sensible person, so he naturally knows why his son suddenly started practicing, and he also knows why he is throwing a temper right now.

"The doctor said that Yanyan's body is too weak and needs to be taken care of by someone. In the past few days, if Chenglan has time, I will come and see Yanyan more."

Jiang Chenglan nodded, "Well, yes, godmother."

Qing Wu said: "It's just right, I have something else to do, I'll leave it to you here."

Jiang Chenglan was obviously in a dilemma, it wasn't that he didn't want to take care of Yan Muqing, it was just that the man looked like he didn't want to see her, which made her a little at a loss.

For a long time, the way of getting along with Jiang Chenglang and Yan Muqing has been entangled in Yan Muqing's mind, she is the cold and distant one, never like today, Yan Muqing didn't even say a word.

But before Jiang Chenglan refused, Qingwu had already understood it and left.

Only Jiang Chenglan and Yan Muqing were left in the room.

The spoon in Jiang Chenglan's hand was still hanging in the air, while Yan Muqing tilted his head ungratefully.

After a long silence, Jiang Chenglan said, "Eat something first."

The boy said nothing, but turned his head to the side again, as if refusing.

Obviously Yan Muqing showed his arrogance to the fullest, no matter in his attitude or behavior, but at this moment, his unbelievable belly pierced him.

'Gurrrrr...'

Jiang Chenglan lowered his eyes and glanced at his stomach, the boy immediately covered his stomach as if his hair had exploded, and said, "I'm not hungry, you go out, I don't want to see you."

He was losing his temper, Jiang Chenglan wanted to say something, but she couldn't coax people at all.

Just when he was about to put down the porridge in his hand, Yan Muqing grabbed his wrist.

The man's eyes were red, "Are you really going?"

Jiang Chenglan sighed, and said, "I just want to put the bowl down, you can't let me keep holding it?"

(End of this chapter)