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"Who is it?"

Yang Ruqing suddenly stopped her work and lowered her voice outside the tent.

There's nothing happening.

She hurriedly rushed out of the tent and looked around. The view was wide open, with tents scattered everywhere at roughly the same distance.

A little farther on, they built a campfire.

That's where the supply troops cook.

Her gaze returned, once more taking in the surroundings. Yang Ruohua glanced back at her tent and went inside.

Soon, Luofeng Tang retrieved the food for the night.

"Qing'er, let's eat dinner first, and we'll make the bed later. I made your favorite egg dumplings."

Luo Fengtang excitedly rushed into the tent and looked at Yang Ruqing.

This tent, because of his intrusion, suddenly felt a little cramped.

Well, there's nothing we can do about it. He's just so tall and mighty.

"Good," she quickly put down her work and happily came to his side.

The two of them sat on the ground, of course, it wasn't grass they were sitting on, but a carpet or something.

Then place the food on a folding table.

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“Steamed pork dumplings, sweet potato porridge, salted eggs, pickled green beans...”

“Wow, what a sumptuous dinner!” Yang Ruqing exclaimed.

Luo Fengtang, like a magician, pulled out a golden-roasted chicken leg from behind and handed it to Yang Ruqing: “Here’s this too.”

“This chicken leg is grilled so well, it’s just looking at it makes me hungry.” Yang Ruqing praised.

Luò Fēng Táng said, “The imperial chefs from the Imperial Kitchen, I estimate seven out of ten have been brought out by the Emperor. In every cargo squadron, several imperial chefs are stationed there to manage the operations.”

Yang Ruqing munched on her chicken leg while listening to him speak, occasionally nodding in agreement.

"This team might have the Nine Five Supreme from Great Qi, and also a bunch of pampered people from Great Qi." She said.

"Even if the Emperor brought his imperial chefs, I reckon they'd all bring their own cooks from home to cook separately. That's not surprising." She added.

Luo Fengtang nodded, "That should be the case. Forget about others, come, let's eat ours. This sweet potato porridge smells so good."

"Have a piece of chicken leg first." Yang Ruqing directly tore off a large piece of tender and smooth chicken leg meat and sent it to Luofengtang's mouth.

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He was forced to eat it. He had no choice but to swallow it.

"Is it delicious?" she asked.

"Hmm, so sweet!" he said.

"What? Sweet?" she was truly surprised.

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"This is chicken, bro. Are you taste-blind?"

"Delicious, I mean, the chicken my wife made is delicious!" He quickly changed his words, explaining.

Now, Yang Ruqing understood.

"Hee hee, I think this chicken is delicious too, even sweeter than honey," she said, mimicking his expression.

Both of them smiled at each other and buried their heads to eat while it was still hot.

Just a few bites in, Yang Ruqing suddenly put down her chopsticks and turned her head to one side.

Moreover, he looked wary, as if he were hunting for something.

"What's wrong, Qing'er?" Luofeng Tang asked in a little surprise.

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Yang Ruoqing frowned slightly, "Someone is outside."

Is anyone there?

Luo Fengtang immediately put down his chopsticks and dashed out of the tent.

But soon, he came back.

“It’s someone, but it was just the person from the tent next door who went that way earlier to get their dinner.” He said this as he walked over towards Yang Ruoheng.

"There are tents all around here, and people living in them, it's probably a bit noisy, but it's fine. Come on, let's keep eating."

He said, putting the chopsticks back into Yang Ruoqing's hand.

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Yang Ruqing picked up her chopsticks, but instead of taking another step, she just sat there, still frowning, looking pensive.

"Qing'er?" Luo Fengtang called out to her again.

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"Did you discover something?" He also put down his chopsticks and asked. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! ?

Yang Ruqing's gaze fell on him: "When you weren't here earlier, while I was making the bed by myself, it seemed like there was someone outside."

“I know there are tents all around here, it's not surprising to see people outside,”

“However, I trust my own feelings. That feeling wasn't something they went through, but rather someone deliberately spying on us, peering at us. This feeling is extremely uncomfortable,” she added.

"Peeping?" Luofengtang's eyebrows also furrowed.

He swept his gaze around the tent, then said in a low voice, "No matter what their intentions are, we need to be on guard at night. Better safe than sorry."

"Well, that's what I meant to say." Yang Ruoqing said.

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“In the daytime, I had a falling out with that Wang Head Coach under Qi Xingyun. Who knows what that bird-brained petty person will do to get revenge.” She added.

Luo Fengtang nodded. "I understand, don't worry too much about this, I'll handle it. Eat while it's hot."

“After you’ve finished eating, I’ll take you to that hillside to watch the moon. It’s looking especially beautiful tonight!” he said.

Hearing that she could still hang out with him after dinner, Yang Ruohui was very happy.

The slight feeling of being watched just now also dissipated, and the two people huddled together, enjoying this delicious meal to their heart's content.

Meanwhile, inside the Grand Tutor's tent.

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Han Ruyi looked at the food in front of her, her brows furrowed tightly, and she could even squeeze out bitter water from her face.

"Had I known the environment was so simple and the food so plain, I should have brought over the cook from my small kitchen in the backyard," Han Ruyi said.

On the side, maidservant Pin'er carefully said: "Miss, shall I go to the kitchen and get some other things?"

Han Ruyi waved her hand, and the maid Pin'er hurriedly stepped out of the tent.

Here, Han Ruyi's gaze fell on the Ninth Princess Qi Aoshan sitting opposite her.

Only to see Qi Aoshan holding a chicken leg in her hand, gnawing on it with gusto.

The hairpin on her cloud-shaped bun and the tassels hanging from it swayed gently with each bite she took.

Hearing this, she said with some puzzlement, "Auntie, I think this chicken leg is really good. It's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. If you don't believe me, you can try it. I guarantee you'll like it."

Han Ruyi glanced at Qi Aoshan's greasy hands, her brows furrowing even more.

"Aoshan, it's not your cousin speaking, you look at yourself, a princess as proper and dignified as you, how can you eat like this without paying attention to your image?" Han Ruyi said.

“With this mouthful of grime, thankfully there's no one else in the tent besides us cousins.”

"If someone saw this, what would they think?" Han Ruyi said.

Qi Aoshan blinked her bright eyes and looked at Han Ruoyi, saying with a touch of grievance: "Sister, you're only two years older than me, why do you speak like such an old woman?"

"You're almost as good at lecturing as my mother! Three sentences without a lesson." She said.

"I'm doing this for your own good," Han Ruyi said. "You're almost sixteen years old. Your imperial uncle and aunt probably will start arranging a marriage for you soon."

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“You say, you've been acting like a glutton all day, like a child who never grows up. Which prince or nobleman would be interested in someone like that?” asked Han Ruyi.

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