Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Unfortunately, what the village women didn't expect was that the soldiers not only ignored them, but when they heard their words, they walked faster as if they had seen a reminder.

The village women couldn't help but stared at each other for a while in astonishment.

In the end, he continued to shout without giving up, thinking that he could always impress a soft-hearted person.

The result was counterproductive, but it made the entire support army marching team's footsteps increased several times, and it didn't take long for the entire team to completely pass through the village...

Leaving a group of women in a daze.

Seeing them jumping in exasperation after they had recovered, the little scout nodded thoughtfully, slammed a few times, and returned to Yan Heng with light work.

In return: "General, those women are really tricky."

He recounted the expressions of the women to Yan Heng.

After the man listened, he raised his eyebrows slightly: "Got it."

Then, he seemed to remember something, "Who in the line stopped to talk to the women, or accepted their food?"

"General, there is no one."

The scout answered truthfully.

"Very well, back off."

After dismissing the scout, Yan Heng tightened the reins.

The bottom of my heart was a little relieved.

The dark eyes of the ink were condensed, and he suddenly glanced back at the carriage behind him, as if inadvertently.

Looking at the little guy with half his head sticking out, who was looking at the wonderful scenery along the way with curiosity and amazement, his heart swayed slightly.

A little suspicious.

...

Worrying that the distance from the village with unknown purpose would be too close, Yan Heng had to give an order, causing the entire marching team to rush for an additional hour.

When we arrived at the next station, it was already late at night.

After the campfire was lit, the soldiers were a little sleepy, and then they set up camp in place.

While they were sticking, several small soldiers suddenly saw a petite and exquisite figure walking back and forth in a corner of the camp alone.

With a gloomy little face, she clumsily fiddled with her luxurious tarpaulin tent.

Obviously it doesn't fit at all.

See the little soldiers can not help but whisper.

"Speaking of which, Xiaoguo Shi is so honorable, why did he not bring any entourage when he traveled?"

"Hey, listen to my relatives who work in the palace. Xiao Guoshi is withdrawn and has always been alone. Even in her Guoshi mansion, there are no servants!"

"It's too lonely..."

"Hey, just like Xiao Guoshi, I'm afraid she won't be able to get up by tomorrow morning... Why don't we help her in a while?"

"I don't dare! You forgot what the general said before the expedition..."

Several young soldiers were still discussing rambles, but a certain general they were talking about suddenly appeared in the sight of several people.

Under the silent gaze, he walked straight to the back of the little guy who was sitting in front of the tent tarpaulin and tugging at his hair depressedly.

Looking at her messy appearance, Yan Heng pursed her thin lips and sighed helplessly.

"Get up, I'll take it for you."

"……Oh!"

Xiang Xing heard the words, as if he had caught a life-saving straw, he quickly stood up and stepped aside.

With his small head tilted, he stood obediently and quietly, his soft eyes full of anticipation.

"..."

Yan Heng glanced at her and his eyes paused.

He turned back quickly, and set up a tent for her silently and skillfully.