Traveling through an ancient military camp: Bao'er's survival song

Murphy's Law: If you hope something won't happen, it will.

Ever since Li Bao'er learned that the wise and mighty general Bai Xiaosi had mentioned was the man who was dedicated to removing his own armor, she began to pray every day. She prayed that Peng Zizheng would forget her existence, that Peng Zizheng was not actually targeting her, and that she could quickly survive a year in the military and then "go home".

Then, Murphy's Law will wake up everyone who is complacent.

Two days after the general came to the cooks' group and had Li Bao'er scold Wu Peng'en, he transferred Li Bao'er to his side.

Li Bao'er's world has collapsed.

When she finally crept into the general's tent, she saw him painting with great interest.

Li Bao'er was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to speak or remain silent. She stood there trembling for what seemed like an eternity before the general finally finished his painting. He slightly raised his eyelids, saw Li Bao'er standing there like a quail, and without putting down his brush, sat down with an air of authority, gesturing towards his work with his lip: "Come here, take a look."

Li Bao'er quickly trotted to the table with her legs numb from standing, stretched her neck slightly to glance at the painting on the table, and saw a handsome man leaping off the paper.

The man in the painting has long eyebrows that reach his temples, which cover a pair of slightly upturned peach blossom eyes. He has a short mustache on his thin lips. His face is the gentlest kind of oval face, but he also has a nose like a hanging gall bladder and a forehead like Fuxi, which makes his face not look effeminate but rather have a kind of refined beauty.

"Is it pretty?" the general asked in a roguish voice, toying with the calligraphy brush in his hand.

Li Bao'er was incredibly nervous! She knew the other person wasn't interested in her opinion; they only wanted to hear what they wanted to hear. As a general, to be able to steal moments from his busy military camp to paint, the person in the painting must be very important to him. Moreover, this handsome man was undeniably good-looking; if she said he wasn't, she'd be accused of being blind, and who knows, she might lose her eyesight.

So Li Bao'er closed her eyes and replied in a trembling voice, "Okay, it looks good."

"Hmph!" The general slammed the pen in his hand onto the drawing paper, instantly smearing a patch of black ink on the handsome man's face.

Li Bao'er knelt down with a thud.

It's not that this good socialist youth lacks backbone; anyone who gets killed a few times by such a capricious and ruthless killer would end up kneeling like her!

There was silence for a long while. Li Bao'er kept her head down, her heart pounding like a drum, and dared not breathe. Suddenly, she heard a chuckle from above, and then that lazy voice rang out again: "Why are you kneeling? Get up and read these letters to me."

Li Bao'er stood up shakily and saw Peng Zizheng leaning back in his chair, pretending to be asleep with his eyes closed. Li Bao'er didn't have time to think about whether she, as a poor villager, could read or not. She picked up a letter from the table and prepared to obediently read it to the general.

Before Li Bao'er could carefully decipher the unfamiliar traditional Chinese characters on the letter, the general roared, "Guards! Drag this spy who was spying on military secrets away and behead him!"

Holding the letter, Li Bao'er exclaimed in disbelief: "Damn it! They're messing with me again?!"

Lee Bo-ah, ga!

……

Reborn once again, Li Bao'er stood in the tent with numb legs, waiting for the general to paint.

Two lines of clear tears silently slid down Li Bao'er's cheeks: Heavens, I am just an ordinary woman, please don't assign me such a bizarre role, okay? Every time I die, it really hurts. I have a scar the size of a bowl on my neck. The heroes of Liangshan are not afraid, but I am.

"Come here, take a look."

"Does it look good?"

"It doesn't look good!" Li Bao'er chose option B without hesitation.