Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Chapter 183: Lord General, fortune telling (27-28)

"what?!"

Wang Hai was shocked again, his face suddenly serious.

He pondered for a while, frowning, "There is an inner ghost in the camp, but the inner ghost wants to kill the national teacher?... Why does this sound strange."

After all, he and Yan Heng had already guessed the identity of this little country teacher before.

It stands to reason that even if there is an inner ghost, it should be a group with the national teacher, right...

After thinking about it, Wang Hai couldn't help asking Yan Heng, "What did this national teacher do to make ‘those people’ angry?"

"...This is a long story."

Yan Heng did not intend to inform Wang Hai about the scroll.

After a pause, he finally shook his head, "As for the inner ghost, I ask General Wang to pay more attention to it, but you must not allow such people to stay in the camp for a long time."

"That's natural!"

Wang Hai repeatedly agreed, and bowed his hand at the man, "In the end, I will find the steward of the cooking house to investigate carefully, and I will definitely give General Yan and the national teacher an explanation!"

After that, Wang Hai hurriedly left.

Yan Heng heaved a sigh of relief before returning to the bed in silence.

But seeing Xiang Xing awake long ago, he was leaning against the head of the bed, with a pair of round, soft eyes staring at him.

After a while, she curled up the corners of her pale lips and smiled lightly at him.

"Brother Yan Heng, I am already energetic."

Xiang Xing whispered, his body moved suddenly, as if he wanted to get out of bed.

Seeing this, the man couldn't help being startled, and hurriedly stepped forward to stop her behavior.

"Don't get up."

He couldn't help but said, and gently pushed the restless little guy back on the bed, and tucked the quilt for her again.

The big hand turned to tightly squeezed the soft, cold hand, and gave her a slight angrily, "The doctor said, you must rest!"

"……Ok."

Worried that the man would get angry in the next second, Xiang Xing had no choice but to obediently coax him down, closing his eyes obediently.

After thinking about it, he nodded firmly in his heart.

The inner ghost or something, just rely on Wang Hai's purposeless investigation, when to find out.

It's better for her to check it herself!

After thinking about it, the little guy suddenly opened his soft eyes, and immediately looked at the man beside the bed.

After thinking for a while, he suddenly put on a pitiful look of pleading, and acted softly at him, "Brother Yan Heng, can you please come to my small tent and take my crested cane?"

After that, she paused and added, "I, I can use astrology to figure out who the ghost is."

"..."

Yan Heng was taken aback by the mistake.

"What nonsense are you talking about..."

He couldn't help but furrow his delicate eyebrows weirdly, and his big hand directly covered her little forehead.