Wei Ci understood her. Once she was busy, she would not treat herself as a human. She would not eat unless someone reminded her.
He could do whatever he wanted when he was young, but when he got older, his spleen and stomach would suffer.
Reminded by him, Jiang Pengji raised her hand to rub her stomach. She had not eaten for a few meals and was so hungry that she could not feel it.
"If Zixiao didn't mention it, I would have forgotten about it."
Wei Ci could not help but laugh. He pulled the food table over and opened the food box. A rich aroma assailed his nostrils.
The conditions of the barracks were poor, and there were few fruits and vegetables in the north. The soldiers either ate dried rations or marinated jerky, which tasted terrible.
There were quite a lot of spoils of war today. Wei Ci asked the cooks to leave him a few pieces of good meat with an appropriate amount of fat and lean meat, as well as some mountain dried goods that he had plundered.
Jiang Pengji watched as Wei Ci took out the food from the food box. Smelling the aroma of the food, her stomach started to rumble.
"The chef doesn't have such good skills. Could it be that Zixiao specially made it for me?"
The chef only knew how to cook in large pots of rice and dishes. He could only ensure that the food was clean and did not care about the taste.
Sometimes, the food was half-cooked, and the soldiers could only bite the bullet and eat it.
The food that Wei Ci brought out was different. Disregarding the taste, just looking at the color and smelling the aroma was enough to make one's thumb twitch.
"Other than the Lord, I have never cooked for anyone else. Eat it while it's hot. " Wei Ci filled her bowl with rice and fetched a pair of bamboo chopsticks. "I haven't cooked for a long time. I don't know if my skills have gotten rusty. If you don't like it, I'll get someone to prepare another serving."
Jiang Pengji took the bowl and chopsticks. She looked up at Wei Ci as she ate the rice.
"Why is my lord looking at Ci like that?"
Wei Ci scooped a bowl of mushroom soup for her to eat.
It's not good to always eat meat, it's easy to get sick of it.
Jiang Pengji smiled and said, "A feast for the eyes. I can only eat when I look at Zixiao."
Wei Ci could not stop smiling bitterly. Even though the knot in his heart had been resolved, his lord's seductive methods always caught him off guard.
"I didn't expect that I would be of such use," Wei Ci continued readily, "In that case, my lord, please eat a few more bowls."
Although that was what he said, in his heart, he thought — What a glib tongue.
If his face was so good at eating, why didn't His Majesty eat on time in the past? Why did he have to coax His Majesty with good words?
Now that he recalled it, Wei Ci came up with an absurd conjecture.
Could it be that Her Majesty didn't have a bad appetite and just wanted him to coax her?
"If Zixiao eats with me, I can eat with more relish."
"Ci has already eaten."
Wei Ci smiled and refilled her bowl. His gaze was as gentle as water.
Jiang Pengji finished the food prepared by Wei Ci without wasting a grain of rice or a drop of soup. Her plate was brighter than her face.
"With Zixiao's craftsmanship, he should be able to get married."
Wei Ci said, "No hurry, there are still a few more years."
Jiang Pengji looked at Wei Ci's lips and subconsciously licked her dry lips.
"Zixiao, did you prepare dessert?"
Wei Ci was stunned. Although his lord was not a picky eater, she did not like food that was overly sweet and rarely touched desserts.
"Not yet …"
Without waiting for him to finish speaking, he saw her right hand move as fast as lightning and press the back of his neck to her. The two of them directly fell onto the table.
Although Jiang Pengji had a lot of theoretical knowledge, when it came to real combat, she seemed to only know how to gnaw.
After a while, Wei Ci left the main tent with the empty food box. His originally pale lips were as red as fire, as if they could drip blood.
When he met Qiguan Rang, he bowed his head slightly and hurriedly greeted him.
Qiguan Rang was speechless.
Qiguan Rang happened to have something to discuss with Jiang Pengji. Seeing his lord's expression and thinking of Wei Ci's embarrassed look, he could not help but laugh.
Wei Ci was 26 years old, and his lord was almost 20.
At this age, if they moved a little faster, their children could go to the Golden Scale Academy.
Yet, the two of them were extremely naive.
"My lord, I've found out the identities of those two people." Qiguan Rang gathered his thoughts and resumed his official state.
"Their identities?" Jiang Pengji was stunned for a moment, then immediately remembered who Qiguan Rang was referring to. "What identities?"
Jiang Pengji had captured the two people alive. Just by looking at their armors, she could tell that they were of extraordinary status. Perhaps they were important figures in the Northern borderline … She could not be bothered to waste time and directly left the matter to Qiguan Rang to handle. She hurriedly returned to the tent to wash up and change her clothes.
"The two of them were stubborn and kept their identities a secret. I couldn't get anything out of them through interrogation. However, Zai Dao has seen them and knows their identities. " When Qiguan Rang said this, the smile on his face grew wider. "Both of them are princes of the Northern borderline. One is the seventh and the other is the eighth."
"The princes of the Northern borderline?" Jiang Pengji was shocked and said in astonishment, "The king of the Northern borderline, that old tortoise, is quite fertile."
His fertility was quite strong.
Jiang Pengji killed the second prince as a sacrifice to the flag and also slaughtered the ninth prince. She left his corpse hanging to deal a blow to the morale of the Northern borderline.
Sun Wen killed with a borrowed knife and used the ninth prince to kill the fourth prince of the Northern borderline.
In this way, she had killed three princes of the Northern borderline and now captured two more.
There were too many princes of the Northern borderline. They were not valuable at all.
Qiguan Rang was choked by his lord's description.
However … the king of the Northern borderline was indeed fertile. His lord was his nemesis. She was destined to end the royal family's bloodline.
"How does my lord intend to deal with the two of them?"
Jiang Pengji thought about it. "We're a family. We pay particular attention to reunion. Send them down to meet their other brothers."
Qiguan Rang frowned. His lord's words meant that she did not intend to let the two of them go.
"Kill them now?"
"If we kill them now, won't it be too easy for the Northern borderline?" Jiang Pengji thought about it and came up with an idea. She said, "Strip them naked, tie them up, and hang them on the arrow tower. I remember that the second prince of the Northern borderline was also treated like this. They are all brothers. We can't be biased. "
She then added, "By the way, before we do this, Wenzheng, draft a letter and tell the royal court of the Northern borderline that if they want to exchange for the two of them, they only need to tie up the royal family and surrender. If they are unwilling, then they can open their eyes and watch … "
If it was any other time, she could use the captives to exchange for benefits, but Jiang Pengji did not intend to let the Northern borderline go.
Instead of releasing them, it was better to use them to attack the morale of the Northern borderline and give them mental pressure.
Qiguan Rang said, "Yes."
In another place, the eighth prince, who had been reduced to a prisoner, finally woke up.
Seeing that the eighth prince was showing signs of waking up, the seventh prince hurriedly called out, "Eighth brother … eighth brother, wake up …"
The eighth prince slowly woke up. He only felt that his throat was dry, as if there was a fire burning there.
"Seventh … seventh brother … where is this?"
The eighth prince moved his body and found that his hands were tightly tied with ropes. A sharp pain came from his lower limbs.
In an instant, the memories from before he fainted swarmed in.
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