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

After leaving the steamed bun shop, Li Bao'er and Liu Shu did not return to Beijing. Instead, they booked two rooms at the inn they had stayed at before.

"Eighth Prince, please come to my room first. I have something to tell you." Since she can't go back to the modern world, Li Bao'er has to re-plan her future life.

"Is this...is this...appropriate?" Liu Shu's fair face instantly turned bright red.

Li Bao'er wasn't in the mood for flirting with him. She glared at him and went into her room on her own.

Liu Shu quickly followed.

The innkeeper's assistant on the first floor, who had once overheard a bit of a homosexual gossip story, watched the two handsome young men enter their room one after the other. He clapped his hands and exclaimed with delight, "Why didn't you just book one room earlier? Why pretend to book two? It's such a waste of money!" After saying that, he rolled his eyes, glanced at the few guests in the lobby, and grinned lewdly at the other assistant, "You hold this place while I go up and listen to what's going on. I wonder what kind of sounds two men make, hehehehe."

"Go quickly, go quickly, after you're done listening, it's my turn to listen." Another shop assistant was also very eager.

The shop assistant, who was going upstairs, tiptoed toward Li Bao'er and Liu Shu's room. When he was about six or seven steps away, a throwing knife suddenly flew past his head and embedded itself in the pillar behind him. As the shop assistant's legs went weak, a voice went straight into his mind: "Get out of the way!"

The shop assistant immediately dropped to the ground, and after a long while, he scrambled down the stairs with a pale face.

The shop assistant waiting to change shifts seemed quite surprised: "So exciting? So fast?"

The shop assistant, who had rolled to the ground, raised his face, which was as pale as paper, and said in a trembling voice, "Don't go... we can't afford to mess with them..."

Upon entering the room, Li Bao'er first unfolded the blankets on the bed and pulled them down to the floor, creating another soundproof space.

Eager to prove himself, Liu Shu quickly said, "My guards are protecting us outside; no one can get close to us."

Li Bao'er stopped what she was doing, sat directly on the bed, and casually remarked, "This does look a bit like someone from a powerful family."

Actually, Liu Shu regretted saying those words as soon as he finished speaking, hating himself for being so quick-tongued. If he hadn't said them, would he be huddled up arm in arm with Li Bao'er right now? Liu Shu repeatedly berated himself for being such a fool, letting such a golden opportunity to get close to Bao'er slip away.

Li Bao'er was already lying on the bed and said, "Can I talk to you while I'm lying down? It's tiring. I don't mean to disrespect you."

Liu Shu quickly grabbed a low stool, placed it by the bed, and sat down, saying, "It's alright. You're still injured, and you've been traveling for so long; you deserve a rest. I've already had the shop assistant prepare your medicine. Do you want me to change your medicine?"

Li Bao'er, who was lying down, suddenly started crying, which left Liu Shu at a loss. He hurriedly took out his handkerchief.

"Liu Shu, you're such a strange person," Li Bao'er sobbed. "Actually, I want to say you're really crazy. You just inexplicably fell for me? It makes no sense at all. How crazy are you? Regardless of whether you, the Eighth Prince, are favored or not, or whether you're capable or not, you still grew up with a class education that emphasizes the supremacy of imperial power. How come you're acting like a simp to me, waaaaaah? You're only sixteen! You're just a little kid! Waaaaah! How can I bear to do this to you, waaaaah…"

Liu Shu thought that Li Bao'er always said some strange things.