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

It's either good-looking or bad-looking, it's either A or B! Standing there, Li Bao'er's nerves were on edge; the cost of trial and error was too high!

But terrified, she still witnessed the general slamming his pen down: "Are you blind? What a load of nonsense! Guards!"

As Li Bao'er was being dragged out, she argued vehemently: "General! Even if I'm lying, I don't deserve to die, do I? If you want to kill me, just say so! You hypocritical villain! You bastard! Did I kill your whole family? Why are you bullying me like this! You're the bastard!!"

The general hadn't originally intended to behead Li Bao'er, but this soldier dared to shout that his whole family would die! The words "kill your whole family" suddenly ignited a surge of violent rage within him: "Want to behead me? Fine, I'll grant your wish!"

Li Bao'er, Ga.

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"Does it look good?"

"General, why don't you force-feed me a bottle of poison? At least that way I won't bleed. Can you please let me die a little easier this time? I beg you! Beheading isn't something that happens with just one cut! It's like being chopped into several pieces! Several pieces!!" Li Bao'er, who had returned again, hardened her heart and resigned herself to death, finally breaking down in tears.

Peng Zizheng frowned, looking at the soldier in front of him who was crying with snot and tears streaming down his face. He suddenly felt that the soldier no longer resembled the person in the painting at all. Moreover, he was disgusted by Li Bao'er's snotty face: "Get out and cry!"

Li Bao'er's crying stopped abruptly, and she immediately rolled out of the general's tent without stopping.

Thanks to the environment of ancient times, even wealthy people didn't have mirrors like those of later generations that allowed them to see their faces clearly; they only used blurry bronze mirrors. Li Bao'er, a commoner from a mountain village, had even less chance of seeing what her body looked like. If she knew what she looked like now, the first thing she would notice upon seeing the general's portrait was how similar the handsome man in it was to her: the same long eyebrows, the same captivating eyes, and the same gentle, oval face. The only difference was that Li Bao'er had a delicate, slightly upturned nose.

Having narrowly escaped death, Li Bao'er wandered aimlessly through the military camp, carrying her simple bag. She had been kicked out before even being assigned a new post or lodging, and having escaped death, she didn't want to go back and ask where she should go.

Before she knew it, Li Bao'er habitually walked back to the cooks' group and went to the place where she and Bai Xiaosi had chopped wood together. Sure enough, she saw her little brother Xiaosi enthusiastically chopping wood.

Bai Xiaosi seemed to sense something and stopped, turning around to look: "Hey, Xiao Wu, didn't you just leave? Why are you back again?"

For Bai Xiaosi, only an hour had passed since Li Bao'er left the cooks' group that morning, but for Li Bao'er, it felt like three lifetimes had gone by. She held back her tears and forced a smile: "Fourth Brother, let me help you chop wood!" With that, she threw down the small bundle in her hand, naturally found the axe, picked up the firewood, and began chopping wood with great concentration.

Bai Xiaosi was stunned. He noticed Li Bao'er's red eyes and nose, and heard her mumbling, nasal tone. He didn't dare to say anything more and could only continue to swing his axe, chopping wood while secretly observing Xiao Wu.

Like him, Xiao Wu was a child from a poor family who joined the army as a recruit to earn more food for his family. But unlike them, Xiao Wu was always polite and well-mannered, like a child from a scholarly family. Yet he was also very hardworking. Despite his small stature, he worked diligently and without any sloppiness. If someone was slow, he would work longer; if he was weak, he would make more trips. Bai Xiaosi still remembered that after Xiao Wu chopped firewood for the first time, his small hands trembled so much that he couldn't even hold his rice bowl, but he didn't utter a sound. The next day, he wrapped layers of cloth tightly around his hands and called out to him with a smile, "Fourth Brother, let's go chop firewood!"

What happened this time?