Chapter 527

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

In an instant, the three of them arrived at the camp. Although the camp was not large, it was heavily guarded, clearly an important place.

Generally speaking, girls were not allowed into the camp, but Qianqian was dressed in men's clothing at this time, so no one objected, and no one paid much attention to her presence.

After settling Qianqian into one of the tents, Yan Wang turned around and brought Luo Shun to another tent, settling him properly as well.

Luo Shun originally felt it was wasteful for one person to occupy a tent alone, so he said to Yan Wang: "Wang, I can share a tent with Eldest Brother Ming'an, just like before."

However, upon hearing this, Yan Wang was as if his tail had been stepped on, suddenly becoming very agitated, and he shouted: "You are not to mention past matters again! From now on, stay away from my younger sister!"

After saying this, Yan Wang turned and left without looking back, leaving Luo Shun standing alone in place, dazed, with Yan Wang's words echoing endlessly in his mind.

"Stay away from my younger sister... away... younger sister... younger sister???" Countless question marks flashed through Luo Shun's mind, and he began recalling every detail of his interactions with Eldest Brother Ming'an.

"Eldest Brother Ming'an is female???" This thought left Luo Shun stunned, completely unable to accept this fact.

He recalled Eldest Brother Ming'an's various behaviors, such as having no leg hair and a slender build, and these details now seemed indeed strange.

Luo Shun walked back to his own tent in a daze, plopped down on the ground, and his mind continued to be filled with images related to Qianqian.

The more he thought about it, the more incredible it seemed—a woman actually able to hide her identity and join the army, and endure such arduous training every day, what perseverance and courage that required!

Not only that, Eldest Brother Ming'an's martial arts were so superb, which further left Luo Shun in awe. He couldn't help but exclaim: "How can there be such a formidable girl in the world? What exactly is her identity?"

Her brother indeed seemed very formidable, and Luo Shun couldn't help but secretly marvel at just what kind of thick thigh he had clung to! At this moment, Luo Shun lay alone in the tent, his mind like boiling water, with various thoughts surging endlessly.

As for Qianqian, she slept very soundly in the tent. After all, Shi Er was by her side protecting her, and Yan Wang was nearby, making her feel completely at ease.

Qianqian's breathing was steady and deep, as if the whole world had nothing to do with her, with only sweet dreams awaiting her.

Early the next morning, just as the sun rose, everyone in the Yan Family Army had already gotten up early, beginning to enjoy breakfast and conduct daily training.

Although they were in a wartime environment, since the general had made no special arrangements, the soldiers still followed convention and each performed their duties.

However, Qianqian was not so diligent. After a good night's sleep, she was immersed in a rare lie-in and could not be awakened by the outside clamor. Her snoring rose and fell in the tent, as if declaring to the world her love for sleep.

In contrast, although Luo Shun had woken up, he lay on the bed hesitating.

He did not know whether he should walk out of the tent, after all this place was completely unfamiliar to him. After going out, he did not know where to go for food, nor was he clear about what he should do.

More importantly, last night Yan Wang told him that Eldest Brother Ming'an was actually a girl, which made him feel somewhat embarrassed, so naturally he was too shy to go to Eldest Brother Ming'an's tent to find her.

Thus, Luo Shun could only lie on the bed, gritting his teeth and waiting for Qianqian to wake up, or waiting for someone to call him.,

Until he felt his body had completely stiffened, as if nailed to the bed, and he really could not lie still any longer, only then did he slowly prop himself up and sit up from that crude bed.

He rubbed his somewhat heavy head, then slowly stood up, stretched his muscles and bones, and only then stepped out of the tent.

Outside the tent, the sunshine was bright and the breeze brushed his face, bringing a touch of freshness. He stood at the tent entrance, took a deep breath, and then inadvertently caught sight of a figure standing quietly not far away.

Upon closer look, it was Shi Er. Shi Er wore a set of black tight-fitting clothes, his posture straight as a pine, his features stern, giving a feeling of dignity without anger.

Since Qianqian lived in the neighboring tent, Luo Shun naturally directed his gaze toward Shi Er and asked: "Brother, what should I call you?"

Upon hearing this, Shi Er turned his head to glance at him and replied expressionlessly: "Shi Er."

Luo Shun nodded and continued: "Shi Er brother, what exactly am I supposed to do here? Also, where did Eldest Brother Ming'an go?"

Shi Er was silent for a moment, then replied indifferently: "Wait until the Master wakes up, and she will naturally arrange things for you."

Hearing Shi Er's words, Luo Shun immediately understood—it turned out he was now allowed to move about freely first, waiting for further instructions. Since that was the case, he no longer stood on ceremony and asked directly: "Then is there breakfast?"

Shi Er glanced at him, then extended a hand and pointed not far away, saying: "Walk forward from here, turn right at the end, and you'll see it."

Luo Shun thanked him and walked in the direction Shi Er pointed. Indeed, after walking not far, he saw a tent, with several tables and long benches set up in front of it, and some people were sitting around eating breakfast.

And on one side of the tent, there was a large iron pot, in front of which stood a burly man holding a large iron ladle, constantly scooping food from the pot into everyone's bowls.

Luo Shun walked closer and discovered that the cook was actually an old man in his fifties, his face full of wrinkles, but his eyes were very sharp.

Luo Shun stepped forward and politely asked: "Sir, where are the bowls and chopsticks?",

The old man smiled and pointed to the table behind him, saying kindly: "There are clean bowls and chopsticks on the table over there; you can take whatever you want." Luo Shun looked in the direction the old man pointed, and indeed saw a stack of clean bowls and chopsticks neatly arranged there.

He walked to the table, glanced at it briefly, then casually picked a bowl and a pair of chopsticks.

Just then, the old man said to him again: "There is congee here, and also steamed buns; take another bowl to put the buns in." Luo Shun quickly nodded and replied: "Okay, thank you, sir!" Saying this, he also picked up another bowl.

Luo Shun held two bowls and walked in front of the old man. The old man lifted the pot lid, and a steaming aroma of rice porridge rushed toward him.

Only to see the rice porridge in the pot boiling, the rising steam making one feel especially warm. The old man picked up a large iron ladle, skillfully scooped a ladle of rice porridge from the pot, and slowly poured it into Luo Shun's bowl.