The Widowed Mother, a Valiant General

It seemed that this time she would no longer be a widow, but that the great monster before her was going to be a widower, if he had to kill her.

Just as Lu Qing was thinking about how he was going to survive, Yu Mingchuan asked the old man who had prepared the dishes to come over with a large tray.

"Lieutenant, that's all."

Yu Mingchuan was expressionless. Lu Qingqing's eyes swept across the dish and found a large plate of steaming mutton, a small plate of something black that looked like pickled vegetables, a few of which seemed to be steamed cakes held together with a plate of beans.

This was the welcoming banquet?

Xue Yan was also stunned. He stared at the items on the tray and then looked at Yu Mingchuan.

"Brother Mingchuan, we're brothers after all. Even if I work under Zhang Mao, aren't you being too ungrateful? "You're already so short on money?"

"Hehehehehe …"

Yu Mingchuan suddenly laughed. His entire body was trembling. Lu Qing clenched his fist. Her arm was already clenched so hard it was hurting.

"Mom, I'm hungry, can I eat?" Han Shuo carefully tugged on the corner of Lu Qing's clothes, then sneakily glanced at Yu Mingchuan.

Lu Qing didn't reply to Han Shuo, but simply stretched out his hand to cover his mouth. She was afraid that Han Shuo would pinch him to death if he said anything wrong.

"What do you think?" Xue Yan stepped forward and grabbed Yu Mingchuan's arm, hoping he would stop laughing. That's not right, everything here was different from when he came here half a year ago.

"Xue Yan, what do you think Zhang Si would do?" Lu Qing finally stopped laughing. Yu Mingchuan's voice seemed to have been tempered with ice, making Lu Qing shiver uncontrollably.

"Did you cut off the supplies for the Jade Gate?" Xue Yan hastily asked.

Yu Mingchuan raised his long and beautiful eyebrows, revealing an expression as if he had finally understood something.

Xue Yan's face was full of anger. Just as he was about to curse a few times, he saw Yu Mingchuan's icy eyes and sat back down. However, his expression became a lot more dispirited.

"How long more can we last? What are your plans? "

"At most, you can only hold out for a month. As for my plan, you still haven't returned to the Xue Clan. Even Zhang Mao's people won't benefit from knowing about it."

The ice-cold aura disappeared once more. Lu Qing's wriggling wrist loosened up.

Xue Yan frowned. He was sure that Zhang Mao would not make things difficult for Yu Mingchuan like this, but Zhang Shizhong might not be so sure. However, since Zhang Shiwen did this, Zhang Mao could not not not know, then …

Wasn't this a trap that was purposely deceiving Jade Gate?

With a sigh, Xue Yan fiercely punched the ground.

"If you don't wash your hands, you're not allowed to come in to eat. Scram!"

A long leg suddenly stretched out. If Xue Yan had not reacted quickly, he would have been kicked in the face!

"This desert is full of wind and sand, what's wrong with eating a few grains of sand?" Xue Yan mumbled to himself, but still stood up and walked out.

Han Shuo hastily moved his hands behind his back, but Yu Mingchuan didn't dare to move when he was caught by Yu Mingchuan's eye. He let go of the corner of Lu Qing's shirt and quickly followed Xue Yan with his short legs.

Lu Qing struggled for his arm again, but was held even tighter.

"I didn't wash my hands either."

"Go wash here." With that, he saw Yu Mingchuan pull Lu Qing up, and from the corner of the room, he took out a kettle and poured the water into a pottery pot.

Lu Qing rolled up his sleeves and carefully placed his hands into the basin. He discovered that the water was actually warm, and wondered if Han Shuo used ice water to wash his hands outside.

As he was washing himself, a small plate appeared in front of him. Inside the plate were some white objects that Lu Qing recognized. These were the beans used in baths.

It seemed like Yang Qiang was right. This person loved cleanliness too much. However, she was in favor of this habit.

Lu Qing grabbed a few pills and started rubbing them together. There wasn't any foam, just something slippery. It was probably made from soaphorn or something like that.

When she was done, Yu Mingchuan took out a soft and exquisite linen cloth to wipe her hands.