Quick Transmigration: Help! What to do when my husband is obsessed with love?

Chapter 285 The Little Nun 13

"Give me, let me!"

A little lamb, running amok, darted through the orderly crowd, shouting, "Senior sister, I'm here!"

The laborers were all frightened by the little girl. Although the adults in the rebel army were approachable, she couldn't be so unrestrained, calling herself "senior sister"...

As they were silently cursing, they saw the little girl, like a silly rabbit that had run into a tree, bump into the adult's arms and burst into tears, crying, "Thank goodness, Senior Sister isn't dead!"

Ling Yi felt a weight on her chest and instinctively pulled the person into her arms, finally letting go of some of the heavy worries that had been weighing on her heart.

She gently wiped the little girl's cheek and said softly, "Don't cry, I'm fine. Where are Master and the others?"

"Master," Lingxiu raised her head in a daze, looking blankly behind her, "It's right behind me..."

But with her reckless and headstrong manner, squeezing into any crack she could find, how could an adult possibly keep up?

Master Jing'an is currently leading his two young apprentices, making their way this way with difficulty.

The moment she saw Ling Yi, a smile finally appeared on her calm face: "Amitabha, it's good that you're alright, it's good that you're alright!"

She looked at the girl, who had become noticeably stronger, and kept stroking her slightly wrinkled collar, saying repeatedly, "May Buddha protect you, I knew you were alright, I knew you were alright."

Ling Yi stood obediently in place, letting her master check her over from head to toe, her voice much softer: "Master, I'm really fine."

For a young girl who hasn't even reached the age of marriage to speak so calmly and composedly is truly...

Master Jing'an's smile froze for a moment before he suddenly realized, "Our Lingyi has already come of age."

If she hadn't disappeared on the mountain, her coming-of-age ceremony would have been in half a month.

The clever young girl thought of the hairpin she hadn't given to her senior sister, and her lips trembled as she was about to cry again.

Fortunately, at this moment, the fifth brother stuck out his head and bit Ling Yi's hair, chewing it.

"Ouch." Ling Yi's scalp ached from being pulled, so she pressed down on its large head and pushed it aside: "If you keep making trouble, I'll stew you!"

The fifth brother, Xilulu, cried out in dissatisfaction and stomped his hooves incessantly.

It's time for it to eat, why don't these foolish humans feed it?

"Senior sister, is this your horse?" Lingxiu finally remembered the amazement she felt when she saw the warhorse earlier, and tentatively reached out to touch Lao Wu, but the warhorse disdainfully avoided her and looked at her with contempt.

This dead horse.

Ling Yi patted its head, then hugged the two well-behaved junior sisters behind her master, and said with a smile, "Let's eat first, then we'll talk."

There was no such thing as extra meals in this labor camp; if you missed this meal, you just had to wait for the next one.

The three young girls, not very old, showed obvious anticipation on their thin faces when they heard the word "eat".

Ling Yi led her warhorse and followed them to the end of the line, refusing the offer of passage from those in front.

She had just seen several men whose auras were clearly different from those of the laborers; they were obviously Xue Zhen's personal guards sent to monitor the area.

Breaking the rules set by the boss right after joining the company is clearly not a smart move.

As they gradually disappeared into the crowd, leaving only the fifth brother's horse's head swaying high, the corner of the tent behind the cooks' camp was finally lowered.

The general, who was neglecting his duties and instead rushing to the labor camp to kill people, said, "She's quite lucky."

People who get lost in chaotic times may never meet again in their lifetime, but she was able to find her relatives on the very first day she arrived in this place. What else could it be but luck?

Upon hearing this, the old man who managed the labor camp chuckled and scratched his head: "Isn't it all thanks to the Queen's good work? Without you saving these people, where would she have found anyone?"

“Don’t waste your energy on flattery,” Xue Zhen glanced at his old friend with disdain. “You’re not suited for this.”

The old man slumped his head for a moment, then straightened up again, saying confidently, "I'm telling the truth, it's not flattery!"

"Hmm, he's showing some talent now." Xue Zhen nodded in satisfaction.

"Let's not talk about that. Let's talk about whether anyone has embezzled again."

Although his laws were strict, people in this world would risk their lives for a bowl of rice, let alone mountains of gold and silver that were related to the food and clothing of hundreds of thousands of laborers.

The honest-looking old man grinned, his smile carrying the cruelty of his bandit days: "Yes, of course there are! I killed them all!"

There were veterans they had brought with them, as well as relatives of generals who had surrendered. He killed them all, regardless of their status, wealth, or kinship!

He sat on the long bench, seemingly unconcerned, and said nonchalantly, "Yesterday, Shunzi's mother hanged herself in front of my tent because of this. I just hung her up in the camp to keep her son company."

Shunzi was his former fellow villager, and he even had to call Shunzi's mother "aunt." Now, because of these things, they were all killed. It was a terrible feeling.

Xue Zhen patted him on the shoulder and said coldly, "Be careful next time, or someone will die at your doorstep."

Both men spoke with extreme coldness. This man was his old brother who had fled to the mountains with him to resist taxes years ago, and one of his only three remaining old brothers.

Others were either killed in battle or were killed by his own hands.

Zhao Zhuang chuckled and said, "Okay, I'll be careful."

He went up the mountain because his family—his parents, wife, and children—were either driven to their deaths by taxes or starved to death. As long as he was alive, he would never allow such things to happen to his subordinates.

"Alright, I'm going back." Xue Zhen thought about the loyal horse that had followed him so devotedly, and stroked his whip: "I need to go train some new warhorses."

Zhao Zhuang immediately perked up upon hearing this: "Your Majesty, didn't you like the fifth one the most? Why did you give it away?"

He even gave it to a girl. Could it be...?

Xue Zhen slapped Zhao Zhuang on the back of the head: "What nonsense are you thinking? That strong woman beat me in the horse race, so I gave her the horse!"

Brave warrior?

Zhao Zhuang twitched his lips. Although he wasn't very smart, he knew that his old man's brain might really not be enough.

"Alright, I'm leaving. Don't go to the main camp unless it's absolutely necessary!"

After saying that, Xue Zhen lifted the curtain and left.

Zhao Zhuang was a timid kid since he was a child, and he wasn't cut out to fight when he grew up. After Xue Zhen got enough manpower, he put him here to manage the laborers.

Surely at least one of his old buddies must still be alive.

Zhao Zhuang's good-natured smile froze for a moment, and he scratched his head as he sat back down in his chair: "I'm not some cowardly coward, okay?"

While Xue Zhen was leaving, Ling Yi and her master started eating.

Her porridge wasn't much different from others, but because of her warhorse, the cook made it extra thick.

"Wow, thanks to my senior sister, I haven't had such good porridge in so long!" The clever and beautiful girl's eyes lit up after taking a sip of the porridge.