Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"what?!"

Wang Hai was taken aback again, and his face suddenly became solemn.

He pondered for a while, and frowned, "There is an inner ghost in the camp, but the inner ghost wants to kill the national teacher? ... Why does this sound a bit strange."

After all, he and Yan Heng had already guessed the identity of this little national teacher before.

It stands to reason that even if there is an inner ghost, it should be the same as the national teacher, right...

After thinking about it, Wang Hai couldn't help but ask Yan Heng, "What did this national teacher do to make 'those people' angry?"

"...It's a long story."

Yan Heng did not intend to inform Wang Hai about the scroll.

After pausing for a while, he finally shook his head, "General Wang should pay more attention to the matter of the inner ghost, but we must not let such a caring person stay in the camp for a long time."

"That's natural!"

Wang Hai agreed again and again, and bowed his hands to the man, "At the end of the day, I will ask the steward of the kitchen to conduct a serious investigation, and I will give General Yan and the national teacher an explanation!"

After that, Wang Hai left in a hurry.

Yan Heng took a deep breath and silently returned to the bed.

However, Xiang Xing was already awake, leaning on the head of the bed, staring straight at him with a pair of round soft eyes.

After a long while, she raised the corners of her still pale lips and gave him a shallow smile.

"Brother Yan Heng, I already have the energy."

Xiang Xing murmured, his little body shifted suddenly, as if he wanted to get out of bed.

Seeing this, the man couldn't help being startled, and hurried forward to stop her.

"Don't get up."

He couldn't help but gently pressed the restless little guy back to the bed and tucked the quilt for her again.

The big hand turned to hold the soft little hand that was still cold, and glared at her slightly, "The doctor said, you must rest!"

"……All right."

Worried that the man would get angry in the next second, Xiang Xing had to obediently go on and close his eyes obediently.

After thinking about it, he nodded firmly in his heart.

Inner ghost or something, just rely on Wang Hai to investigate aimlessly, when will we find out.

Why don't she check it out herself!

After thinking about it, the little guy suddenly opened his soft eyes, and immediately looked at the man beside the bed.

After thinking for a while, he suddenly put on a pitiful pleading look, and softly acted at him, "Brother Yan Heng, can you please come to my small tent and get my crested cane?"

After speaking, she paused and added, "I, I can use astrology to figure out who the ghost is."

"..."

Yan Heng was stunned.

"What nonsense are you talking about..."

He couldn't help frowning his delicate eyebrows oddly, and his big hand directly covered her small forehead.

Um.

Shouldn't burn your brain.

"...I'm telling the truth!"

Xiang Xing wanted to cry without tears.

After thinking about it again, she couldn't help but hold her breath hard, and she held back two pitiful tears in those soft eye sockets, which kept glistening at the man.

"You bring it to me... or I won't sleep."

Saying that, the little guy grunted and struggled to sit up.

Yan Heng was helpless, so he sighed lightly and responded, "Okay, you lie down, I'll bring it to you."

After saying that, he commanded outside the tent.

After a while, the soldier outside brought the crested cane over.

"General..."

The soldier fluttered up the curtain and seemed to be about to walk in.

But suddenly he felt a gust of wind blowing in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, the stick in his hand disappeared.

The curtain in front of him also fell heavily, shutting him out.