Chapter 135 Fruit Skin

In the courtyard, Xue Bing sat aside, holding a bowl of water in his hand, looking at Zhu Rong who was practicing shooting skills with a smile. Behind him were two soldiers from the Feiyu Army, one of whom was the chief of the garrison. They were responsible for Xue Bing's safety.

Half a month has passed since Xue Bing arrived in Huichuan, but his body has been getting better day by day.

Although I still can't move freely now, and even need help from walking, I can move at least two hands to hold something that is not heavy. It's much better than not being able to move the whole body.

Zhu Rong stood in the yard, first used a set of marksmanship, and then practiced a flying knife. But seeing several fruits placed far away were shot by the flying knife, Xue Bing saw him and smiled and said to the guard beside him, "It's really good to have a flying knife."

"The left and right guards nodded and responded: "Yes, yes!"

Zhu Rong had to continue practicing, but when he turned around and saw Xue Bing's appearance as if he was watching a show, he no longer had the interest in practicing martial arts. He put away his long stick and stood there and stopped moving.

Xue Bing was drinking water. When he raised his head and saw Zhu Rong standing there, he asked, "Why don't you practice anymore?"

Zhu Rong gave him a blank look and replied, "I'm not a good person to show off! If you want to see it, just go out and find a few."

Xue Bing couldn't hold the bowl in his hand, so he put it aside and said to Zhurong: "Since you don't want to practice anymore, take the fruit over there. I just took it over and let you play with the flying knife, but I forgot to leave one at my hand."

Zhu Rong was angry when he heard this, so he threw a flying knife over him.

Xue Bing's face did not change. He saw the guard behind him move his hands, and he didn't even see the shadows. Others could only hear a metal clash, and then a small flying knife fell to the ground with a clang, and the guard turned his hand.

He retracted the sword back to his waist.

Xue Bing never changed her face from beginning to end, and she always looked at Zhu Rong with a smile.

Because he felt that Zhu Rong would never harm him. Even though the knife just now came in a fierce manner, he knew that the guard beside him would definitely block it, so he made such a powerful force.

Similar situations have been happening almost every day in the past half month. From the beginning, Zhu Rong's intention to take him as a hostage, two soldiers always stood beside Xue Bing's side to protect him.

The entire house was filled with soldiers from the Feiyu Army and Xue Bing's own personal guards standing guard. As long as you hear a whirlwind, nearly a hundred elite soldiers would immediately surrounded him.

Xue Bing relied on the fact that Zhurong would never hurt him now, so he let Zhurong walk freely in the yard, but was not allowed to go out. In addition, he often asked him to do this and that, such as taking a fruit and serving a jar of clean water.

Although Zhu Rong always uses a little violence every time, he will be resolved by the guards beside him, and then Zhu Rong will obediently deliver what he wants.

It was like now. Although Zhu Rong immediately threw a flying knife when he heard this. But it was better to say that he was going to the guard beside Xue Bing. Even if no one stopped him, he would not be able to hurt Xue Bing.

But the guard said in his heart: "Who am I going to provoke whom?"

A fruit was handed in front of me, with a bright knife inserted on it. Xue Bing took a steady look and finally said to Zhu Rong: "Can you help me peel the skin?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Rong widened his eyes, and the fruit shook on her hands. He glared at Xue Bing for a while. Finally, he pulled the knife off the fruit with an angry face, pointed at Xue Bing and said, "I am just your captive, not your slave!"

When Xue Bing pointed like this, she didn't do anything. The two guards behind her quickly pulled out the sword and looked at Zhu Rong with a vigilant look. She was afraid that she would suddenly stab Xue Bing with a knife.

Unexpectedly, they had just pulled out the weapons, but they saw Zhu Rong peeling the fruit skin with anger and shouting that the two of them were not to collect them. They were holding the weapons and stood aside in vain.

Xue Bing looked around and smiled and said, "Put it, put it away. Skin it, you can't use such a big guy!" At the same time, he said in his heart: "This girl is indeed a knife-like mouth and a tofu heart.

I saved her life, but instead ate her tightly."

By the way, Zhurong is a lady from the Nanzhong clan. Although it is a small family in a remote place, it is also served by servants. He never did these tasks, but the peel was peeled for a long time before it was finished.

But he also peeled a lot of meat. Now only the core is left. Zhu Rong looked at his results, with a slightly embarrassed look on his face, then handed it forward and said to Xue Bing: "I can't peel the fruit, that's it, do you like it or not."

Not to mention that Xue Bing was stunned, even the two guards beside him couldn't hold back their laughter. They wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, and their expressions were extremely weird.

Zhu Rong saw the reactions of these people, but his face was a little embarrassed.

She lived for nearly twenty years. Not to mention peeling the fruit, she had never washed the fruit before. She didn't feel anything when she was working with her. However, she found that it was so difficult. She used great force and cut a large piece of meat in one go. The peel was not cleaned. As a result, Zhu Rong, who was still unchanged when facing the strongest opponent on the battlefield, was defeated in front of this small fruit.

Seeing that Zhu Rong's face looked a little ugly, Xue Bing hurriedly took the fruit over, opened her mouth, and threw the fruit into her mouth in one mouthful. The fruit was peeled by Zhu Rong was a little thicker than her fingers, and it was not difficult to eat it in one bite.

After chewing for a while, he spit out again, and smiled and said to Zhu Rong: "It tastes good!"

He looked up and looked at Zhu Rong, but he saw that he was lowering his head and his face turned slightly flushed. Xue Bing thought he was confused.

Rubbing his eyes and looking at him again, Zhu Rong said to her with an angry face: "What are you looking at?" After that, he turned around and looked at his room.

When Xue Bing saw Zhu Rong return to the room, she muttered, "It was indeed a dazed look just now." She was muttering, but a soldier ran over and said to him, "General, Military Advisor Zhuge is visiting." Xue Bing heard this and hurriedly said, "Come in quickly."

"Now he doesn't move all the time, so he just needs someone to support him when he gets up, so he naturally can't go to the door to greet him.

Not long after, Zhuge Liang arrived. Xue Bing saw him shaking his feather fan and walked in with a smile on his face. He joked: "How many fans do military advisor Zhuge brings? Why don't you lend me one? The weather in Nanzhong is too stuffy."

Zhuge Liang looked at his fan and said with a smile: "Zi Han wants to borrow it, but he originally borrowed it. However, he only had one hand and did not control it too much. So I hope Zi Han will forgive me.

"After saying that, he shook it a few more times in front of him, as if he was deliberately angry with Xue Bing.

Xue Bing didn't care, nor did he really want to use a fan. He just casually talked to Zhuge Liang, and gave him instructions to the left and right first, and then turned around and talked with Zhuge Liang.

Just turned his head and saw Zhuge Liang stop shaking his fan, and turned around and looked at the thing that was sitting on Xue Bing. After looking at it for a while, he pointed at it with a fan and said, "What is this?"

Xue Bing looked down and saw him pointing at the chair he was sitting on. Then he said, "This thing is called a chair."

Zhuge Liang asked again: "Who made it?"

When Xue Bing heard this, he asked his left and right, "Who did it?" The left and right answered, "It's a surname named Zhang, a man in the west of this city..." Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhuge Liang.

Zhuge Liang smiled bitterly and said, "Zihan is spending time with me again. He knew that I was asking who made this thing, but he just pulled it to the carpenter."

Xue Bing smiled and said, "This thing was something I called to Carpenter Zhang from the west of the city a few days ago. I told him orally, and he first drew the drawing with a pen and then made it according to the drawing." After that, he said.

Seeing that Zhuge Liang was still looking at this object, he said, "But I was inconvenient for the past few days and could not kneel down. I specially asked someone to make this object."

Zhuge Liang looked at it for a while and had already remembered the structure of the chair, so he said, "Zihan can enjoy it all over. Sitting like this is the same as lying down."

Xue Bing's chair was made of bamboo, with the backrest obliquely facing backwards, which was more like a recliner in later generations. It was only when Zhuge Liang came that he straightened up, otherwise it would be like lying down.

The two of them talked about it again, and then Xue Bing said, "The military advisor was originally confronting Meng Huo across the water. I think it must be that the military advisor defeated Meng Huo again, so he has the time to return to Huichuan."

Zhuge Liang smiled and said, "I first attacked Meng Huo's food and grass with Zhang Boqi. Wait until the day before yesterday. His cave master Ah Huinan tied Meng Huo and took him to our army camp while Meng Huo was sleeping."

Xue Bing heard this and smiled and said, "The military advisor will release Meng Huo again!"

Zhuge Liang said: "How can Zihan know that?"

Xue Bing said: "Meng Huo was defeated by the military advisor many times and was still dissatisfied. Now that he was tied up by his own people, how can he be convinced?"

Zhuge Liang said: "That's right. Therefore, yesterday I put Meng Huo back to the village!"

When Xue Bing heard this, she finally realized something was wrong and asked, "Since Meng Huo returned to the village and the military advisor was not on the edge of Lushui to defeat the enemy, why did he run away to Sichuan?"

Zhuge Liang said, "Zi Han doesn't know that after Meng Huo returned to the camp, most of his troops dispersed and he was unwilling to rebel with him. Now there are only 20,000 soldiers and horses left by Meng Huo, who are unable to fight against our army again.

According to Dong Tuna's words, Meng Huo was about to send someone to invite reinforcements, so I came here to ask for advice so that I could find out how many more soldiers Meng Huo could call for. "

Xue Bingqi said, "The military advisor wants to know, just send a spy to investigate, why did he come to ask me..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly thought of something and smiled and said, "Okay! It turns out that the military advisor is here to see if I am fake, but to see if others are real."

Zhuge Liang smiled, but did not refute, but said, "I heard that Zihan captured a female general of the Barbarian Army. He did not take strict supervision and kept him in his courtyard. He moved freely and was not restricted... I don't know that Mrs. Xue knew..." However, he covered his mouth with a fan and said it in a very light voice.

But no matter how small the sound is, it is enough for Xue Bing to hear it.

But seeing Xue Bing smiling at first, he coughed violently when he heard Mrs. Xue's three words, and then said to the left and right: "Go and invite Miss Zhurong out!"

The soldier asked after hearing this, "General, if Miss Zhurong asks her subordinates what they are doing? How should she answer?"
Chapter completed!