The Widowed Mother, a Valiant General

Fortunately, there were still many mushrooms by the lake, so he could only take a step back.

By dusk, their group had already dug up two big baskets.

Old man Xia, who was in charge of the kitchen, didn't know that this thing could be eaten, so Lu Qing taught him how to do it. However, Lu Qing forgot that during this period of time, when the cooking hadn't started and was mainly done with stewing and stewing, he couldn't help but hang his head in dejection.

That night, Lu Qing gloomily ate a bowl of mutton stewed with mushrooms. The taste was very strange, but the soldiers were eating with relish. They hadn't eaten any vegetables for many days, right?

This included Yu Mingchuan, who looked as if his appetite was about to explode. It was unknown if it was because of the salt or the mushrooms.

Luqing could not help but feel pity for these people, thinking that in the twenty-first century, if she couldn't eat anything delicious, she could capture all of them with just a hot pot.

Sigh, I better find a time to make some tofu for myself and find a blacksmith to cook for me.

After returning that night, Yu Mingchuan was still willing to help Lu Qingshui. Lu Qing could no longer be bothered to resist, so just treat it as someone serving him.

This person seemed to be quite nice apart from this strange habit. He didn't give her any killing intent for the past two days. He looked very calm … Satisfaction.

Yes, satisfaction, especially when you bathe her.

"Yu Mingchuan, can I participate in the training every morning?"

When Lu Qing accidentally caught a glimpse of those military men practicing their weapons this morning, his hands started to itch. She currently ate a lot every day and lacked any exercise. She estimated that she would turn into a pig after one winter.

The hand that was rubbing Lu Qing's knee stopped for a moment before continuing, "Teach me your fist art first."

Lu Qing turned around from the water and faced Yu Mingchuan. Seeing such a perfect face and muscles, Lu Qing still blushed.

"Sure, and I won't stay here for free. Can you share some with me? I want to dig up some mushrooms, maybe I can get some other food."

Yu Mingchuan stared at Lu Qing for a moment before raising his legs to prevent her from falling back into the bucket. He then nodded his head.

"I won't give you the soldiers here for now. Only Fang Jiming will follow you, but Lieutenant Nong should be happy to bring people to dig with you. Just leave this matter to Fang Jiming."

As he spoke, Yu Mingchuan's fingers began to move across Lu Qing's face, especially towards his eyebrows. He rubbed them back and forth, not feeling tired of it at all.

Luqing always felt that one day her eyebrows would be bald, but their eyebrows were quite similar. Was there really a need to be so affectionate? This must be a form of narcissism...

"From now on, be sure to protect yourself with those soldiers. You are Han Shuo's older brother, my personal soldier."

Lu Qing nodded. She understood that this was to protect her. If Shi Hu's men came looking for her, she would not be a widow, nor Yu Mingchuan's wife. Instead, she would be a personal soldier named Han Bai.

She had originally thought of this method to temporarily fool others, but she hadn't thought that Yu Mingchuan would actually help her cover her back. She was very satisfied with this point.

This also made Lu Qing believe Yu Mingchuan's words. He was trying to scare her that day, and it was most likely because she had taken Zhang Mao's gold and this person was trying to trick her.

At night, the two slept together. Yu Mingchuan held onto Lu Qing. Lu Qing was powerless to struggle, so he left it to him. Anyhow, he would sleep with a warm stove. This winter would not be so hard to bear.

The next day, Fang Jiming accompanied Lu Qing to River Canyon. Hearing the words of Lu Qing, Lieutenant Feng Yi happily agreed. He immediately sent four men to pull an ox-cart away with Lu Qing.