The reborn girl always wants to escape, but the abstinent marquis hugs her and coaxes her!

Chapter 105 What Dreams Did You Have?

Some green herbs are growing under the rubble at the bottom of the cliff.

At first glance, I can't tell its name.

But Xu Rongrong still picked them out one by one in the light of the fire, gathered them together, picked out the ones she needed, and then carefully put them in her arms.

Mu Rong stood behind her, holding a torch for her. "Blood-draining grass?"

Xu Rongrong: "..."

She looked at Mu Rong speechlessly: "Do you think that blood-drying grass is cabbage? It can be found everywhere."

Mu Rong smiled faintly. He knew it, of course; it was just intentional. After two lifetimes, this was the first time he had spoken to Xu Rongrong so openly and calmly, without any suspicion.

Naturally, you have to put a lot of thought into it.

"What are these? I haven't seen them in the army," he asked.

Xu Rongrong picked up a bunch and held it under the firelight: "This is banyan grass, it needs to be ground together with the wood ash."

After saying that, Xu Rongrong sat back down beside the fire and used a clean branch to pick out some burnt wood ashes: "If you don't have any grass ashes, these can also make do."

She mixed the banyan grass and wood ash together, picked up a thicker branch, and ground it vigorously.

Mu Rong said, "Your hand was just reattached after being dislocated. It's not advisable to use too much force. Let me do it."

Xu Rongrong glanced at his bloody right hand, shook her head, and lowered her head to concentrate on dealing with it.

Mu Rong didn't insist any more. He smiled at her serious expression and felt a surge of joy in his heart.

Rongrong looks very different tonight.

He also recalled that in his previous life in the Marquis' Mansion, she had devoted herself to learning how to make his favorite dishes from the cook in the kitchen.

This is how he lowered his head and was serious.

He stood outside the kitchen window for a long time without her noticing.

At that time, he was thinking, how could such a silly girl give her heart to the wrong person?

I fell in love with myself, someone I shouldn't love.

For decades, whenever he tossed and turned, he would think of that serious girl, hoping that she would wake up from her dream one midnight and meet him in his dream.

Now, I finally see it.

When Xu Rongrong raised her head, she saw Mu Rong looking dazed.

She frowned. "My Lord, please extend your arm." Mu Rong finally came to his senses. He looked at the gray-green object and asked, "Is this all right?"

Xu Rongrong didn't answer, but applied the cool ointment on Mu Rong's wound bit by bit.

When it was first applied, it felt a little cool, but soon it became hot and painful. Mu Rong thought to himself, this medicine is really effective.

Xu Rongrong stood up, walked to a big tree nearby, tore off a long strip of bark, and used it to bandage his wound tightly: "This is really okay."

Mu Rong looked at his arms, which were originally fair and now looked as ugly as elm bark.

He wrinkled his nose in disdain: "Where did Rongrong learn these skills? She has so many weird tricks."

Xu Rongrong paused and said vaguely, "It's boring in the boudoir, so I just read some idle books occasionally."

As she spoke, her stomach made a muffled rumble.

This made her blush. Mu Rong couldn't help laughing: "Are you hungry?"

When he went up the mountain, he brought a water bag with him. He rolled down the cliff just now, and the water bag was not damaged, so there was no problem for the two of them to drink water.

But Xu Rongrong had only eaten one meal since morning, and was already starving.

Mu Rong stood up and tapped her nose with his finger. "Why didn't you tell me you were hungry? I'll find a way."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Xu Rongrong subconsciously reached out and grabbed his collar, looking around with a hint of panic, and whispered, "Just bear with it for a while, we can leave the mountain at dawn."

Seeing this, Mu Rong knew that she was afraid of being left alone.

Then he smiled and said, "There is a bird's nest in a tree not far ahead. I have been eyeing it for a long time. I will come back soon."

Xu Rongrong followed his gaze, but it was pitch black all around, and she couldn't see anything. But she didn't want to appear too timid, so she let him go and stopped talking.

Seeing her obviously afraid but pretending to be forbearing, Mu Rong's heart almost melted.

He calmly took her hand and said, "I'll take you with me."

Mu Rong's intact left hand wrapped around her smaller right hand, and while she hesitated, they clasped hands tightly.

Xu Rongrong: "..."

Mu Rong moved quickly and took Xu Rongrong to the tree. Before she could react, he took down the returning bird and its nest.

Returning to the fire, a few hands quickly removed the internal organs with their knives, and then began to roast them over the fire.

The firelight reflected on Mu Rong's face. His face, which looked resolute and resolute during the day, now looked much softer.

Xu Rongrong asked, "How can you, a great general, do this?" Mu Rong laughed and said, "What do you think a great general is like? Sitting in the center of the army, watching the soldiers point and attack wherever they want?"

Xu Rongrong shook his head: "I know you want to take the lead, but this kind of skill..."

Mu Rong tore off half a bird and handed it over. "When we're on the march, food and fodder aren't always available. Sometimes, during a rapid march, the rations we bring run low, so naturally, we have to catch birds, rabbits, deer, and the like to eat. It's only natural for us to do this."

Xu Rongrong took a bite. Although there was no seasoning, perhaps because she was hungry, or perhaps because the previous fragrance was so tempting, she didn't find it unpalatable.

After eating the half in his hand, he stared at the ones that were still roasting in the fire.

Seeing this, Mu Rong curled up the corners of his mouth.

Smiles filled the corners of his eyes and eyebrows: "I'll give them to you later, don't worry... these are all yours." Xu Rongrong lowered her head, and in the light of the fire, her head was so red that it seemed to be bleeding.

Mu Rong didn't laugh at her, just looked at her without blinking.

This night was filled with panic and fear.

It was cold, but beautiful.

After finishing her midnight snack, Xu Rongrong, who had been tossing and turning for a whole day and night, finally felt exhausted.

She curled herself up into a ball, dozing off by the fire.

Looking at her head, which was moving bit by bit like a shrimp, Mu Rong came over and gently covered her sleeping hole.

Xu Rongrong finally fell into his arms and fell into a deep sleep.

Mu Rong held her in his arms and wrapped her tightly with his outer robe.

He lowered his head and leaned on her neck, sniffing the girl's fragrance, and fell into a deep sleep.

……

Half asleep and half awake, he seemed to see Xu Rongrong opening her sleepy eyes and looking at him with affection.

"Brother Mu." She called softly, then snuggled into his arms and offered her red lips to him.

This was exactly the feeling he had longed for, and he immersed himself in it wantonly, tossing and turning.

The girl's cheeks flushed and she panted softly.

It made him chase after her endlessly and couldn't let her go.

Just when he was immersed in it and reluctant to leave, a cold voice sounded.

"What is the Marquis doing?"

Mu Rong opened his eyes, and the girl he saw didn't look shy or timid at all.

Only then did he realize that it was already dawn!

Is it...

Xu Rongrong stared at Mu Rong coldly: "My Lord, are you dreaming?" When she woke up just now, Mu Rong was hugging her tightly. She could feel the warmth of his lips on her neck.

Sitting in his arms, how could she not know the changes in his body?

Angry and annoyed, but unable to break free, she had no choice but to wake her up with a cold face.

Watching her face darken little by little.

Mu Rong felt bad. He raised his injured right hand, frowned, and said with a hint of pity: "It hurts..."

Xu Rongrong: "..."