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

Afternoon break.

Li Bao'er glanced at Liu Shu, who was once again peering through the school window, and walked out expressionlessly, carrying her schoolbag: "Brother, can I call you brother? The school has doors. Is it appropriate for someone of your noble birth to always be peeking through the window?"

Liu Shu stared with his big, bright puppy eyes and said pitifully, "Isn't the window close to you, brother? You don't know how beautiful it is when the sunlight shines on the fine hairs on your face! Besides, he has no real power and no imperial favor. No censor would bother to keep an eye on him and waste their time. He's very free!"

Li Bao'er shook off the goosebumps all over her body, looking at the sixteen-year-old boy who was about 1.8 meters tall. His fair face still had a little bit of baby fat, making him look both cute and cuddly. Li Bao'er scolded, "A grown man like you, always talking like that! Even my ten-year-old classmate isn't as cute as you! If I hear you say that again, do you believe I'll beat you up!"

Liu Shu stared with his wet, puppy-dog eyes and nodded frantically: "Believe it, believe it, believe it! Big brother beat me up for my own good!"

Li Bao'er threw her head back in despair: "Aaaaaah~~~ You're a masochist, aren't you?!" She then punched Liu Shu on the shoulder and asked, "What's for lunch?"

Liu Shu, who was knocked back and coughing repeatedly by Li Bao'er's punch, quickly stepped forward, took Li Bao'er's hand, and enthusiastically suggested as they walked, "Sui Jing Lou has a new type of steamed bun with fresh crab roe in the filling. Let's try it together!"

Li Bao'er stopped in her tracks. Does this world really love steamed buns that much? Isn't this food appearing far too often? She shook off Liu Shu's hand and refused, "I don't eat steamed buns."

Liu Shu was taken aback for a moment, then enthusiastically suggested, "Then let's skip the steamed buns. They also have a noodle dish topped with a generous layer of crab roe. It's so delicious it'll make your eyebrows fall off!"

Li Bao'er frowned and looked Liu Shu up and down: "If you want to eat crabs, why don't you just eat crabs directly?"

Liu Shu looked a little embarrassed and said shyly, "I... I don't know how to peel crabs..."

When Liu Shu came to pursue his wife, he naturally didn't bring any servants or attendants. As the son of an emperor, he couldn't even peel shrimp, let alone something as technically demanding as peeling crabs. He even considered asking the people in the restaurant to peel them for him.

Li Bao'er: "Oh, so you're thinking about your noble lineage persona again? Let's go, let's have some crab roe noodles."

Li Bao'er knows how to peel crabs, but she can't peel them for Liu Shu. He's not her father, so why should she spoil him?

The two rode their horses to the three-story Suijinglou Restaurant. Instead of asking for a private room, they prepared to eat noodles in the small hall on the second floor.

It wasn't that Liu Shu didn't want to put on a grand feast to showcase his royal family's power; it was just that his seemingly absurd method of pursuing his wife was devised after carefully considering Li Bao'er's every word and action.

Although his "beloved wife" tried hard to portray a man's rugged and bold nature, she was actually extremely timid and cautious. She had no ambition to climb the social ladder, feared being exposed as a woman, and even tried to minimize her presence, being careful with her words and actions. Liu Shu knew that Li Bao'er believed he was a somewhat foolish "fake prince." Perhaps it was precisely because Li Bao'er thought he was foolish and felt she had leverage over his impersonation of royalty that she was most unguarded towards him.

If his beloved wife has something to hold against him, then he should just hand it over himself; if his beloved wife wants him to be stupid, then he should just obediently show weakness.

Even if the truth is revealed in the end, he can still innocently say: "Madam, I told you from the beginning that I am His Majesty's eighth brother!"

Liu Shu was proud of his own cleverness.

As Liu Shu was happily slurping crab roe noodles with Li Bao'er, they heard a melodious voice:

"Greetings, Your Highness."