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

Li Bao'er didn't dare to move, lest Peng Zizheng catch her for not standing long enough and she'd have to start all over again. She whispered to Liu Shu, "You idiot! You might not care about your life, but I do! Get out of here!"

Liu Shu lay in the grass and pouted, "No, I went through all that trouble to get in here, I'm not leaving!"

Li Bao'er was furious and had no choice but to say, "Go hide in my room first, I still have to stand here for another fifteen minutes. My room is the second one in the west wing! Hurry up! If you get caught, don't let me get caught too!"

Upon hearing that he could go to Li Bao'er's boudoir, Liu Shu was naturally overjoyed. He nodded vigorously and began to fumble his way to the room.

At this moment, Li Bao'er was truly terrified and deeply regretted making such a friend. She secretly examined herself: Is making friends that important? Is social interaction that important? Why did I make friends in this cannibalistic ancient society! And I even made a stupid friend.

The remaining fifteen minutes of horse stance training felt more unbearable than two hours. Li Bao'er's mind was filled with cruel scenes of being beheaded, beaten, or shot through the heart if Liu Shu was discovered by Peng Zizheng. As she thought about it, tears welled up in her eyes.

After finally completing two hours of horse stance practice, a guard informed her that she could rest. She rushed to her room without even having time to eat. But as she approached, Li Bao'er stopped and turned back to the canteen: Normally, she would go to eat after finishing her horse stance practice. If she didn't eat today, and someone became suspicious, and Peng Zizheng or Zheng Xi came to investigate, wouldn't that trap Liu Shu and me? After all, Peng Zizheng and Zheng Xi's skills were far beyond those of mere guards.

So, Li Bao'er, who was originally anxious, went to the cafeteria to eat some pickled vegetables and steamed buns, and then strolled back to her room as if nothing had changed.

Li Bao'er entered the room and turned on the light, but didn't see Liu Shu's shadow. Li Bao'er's heart sank to the bottom: Oh no, did that idiot come to the wrong room? Just as she was panicking and didn't know what to do, she heard a breathy voice calling "Big Brother, Big Brother". Li Bao'er bent down and looked in the direction of the voice. This idiot, the nobleman, was lying under the bed, peeking out and grinning at her.

Li Bao'er quickly locked the doors and windows. Fortunately, it was early winter, and closing the doors and windows wouldn't arouse suspicion. Then, Li Bao'er told Liu Shu to continue hiding under the bed, and she unfolded the quilt and let it drape over the bed, creating a "curtain" in the space under the bed. After thinking for a moment, she took out another quilt from the closet, covered the "curtain" with it, blew out the lamp, and crawled under the bed herself.

Liu Shu, puzzled by Li Bao'er's actions from under the dark bed, asked, "Big brother, what are you doing?"

Li Bao'er replied irritably, "Cotton is soundproof."

Liu Shu immediately put on that admiring look and said, "Big brother is indeed big brother, you know so much."

Unfortunately, it was pitch black under the bed, which was completely covered by two quilts, so Li Bao'er couldn't see his pilgrim-like appearance.

Perhaps it was the warmth of the two people huddled together that made the slightly enclosed space feel warm, or perhaps it was because men's body temperature is naturally higher than women's. Li Bao'er, who was lying next to Liu Shu under the bed, felt a burning heat where her arm touched Liu Shu. For the first time, Li Bao'er, who had been brainwashing herself since she transmigrated to ancient times, felt a little embarrassed. She realized that she was a girl, and at this moment she was huddled together with a hot young man who could sleep on a cold kang.

Li Bao'er calmed herself down and then began to berate Liu Shu: "Are you so bored that you ran to the General's Mansion? Do you really think you're the Eighth Prince? You, the Eighth Prince, climb over the wall? You're really something! Why don't you, the Eighth Prince, just walk in through the main gate with your entourage?"

Liu Shu kindly explained, "I am not allowed to use an imperial entourage due to my status."

Li Bao'er snapped, "That's not the point! Tell me! What are you doing here!"

Liu Shu, who was pressed close to Li Bao'er, felt the girl's fragrant breath and felt a blissful heat: "It's my birthday today, so I wanted to come and see you."

Liu Shu thought Li Bao'er would scold him, "Why did you come to see me on your birthday?" But to his surprise, Li Bao'er stopped talking. After a while, he heard the girl's slightly dejected voice say, "Today is also my birthday."

Liu Shu found the proof that he and Li Bao'er were destined to be together again, and couldn't help but grab Li Bao'er's little hand, excitedly saying, "We are so destined to be together, born on the same day, month, and year! We are a match made in heaven!"

Li Bao'er said again, somewhat annoyed, "Then let's become sworn brothers."