She didn't know what this person called, so she didn't dare to say a word more. She just clasped her fists and gave her a thank you. Then she opened the silk satin, broke a piece and ate it. By the way, she handed the remaining large chunk back, chewed the steamed buns, and said vaguely: "You eat some too, right?"

The man held the silk satin in her hand again, and said with a strange expression: "It's strange. On weekdays, no matter how hungry you are, you won't eat dry steamed buns. How could you actually eat it today? I thought you would refuse!"

The slag that Jiang Chengjia ate in her mouth suddenly stuck in her throat, causing her to cough violently, and her heart and lungs were extremely uncomfortable. The man hurried to her side, patted her back, and comforted her: "Eat slowly, why are you still choking?"

She imitated the expression of a rough man, waved her hands quickly, said in a relaxed voice, and said in a hoarse voice: "This bun is indeed difficult to swallow. After taking a bite, I choked me so hard that I couldn't tell the difference between the east, south, west and north."

The man laughed dryly and said, "I thought... you were willing to eat it, but I didn't expect it to be the same as before. Forget it, you will take a bite to cushion your stomach. There is no water here, I'm afraid you will have to temporarily hold back the dryness in your throat."

He seemed to let go of his doubts, walked towards the other side of the wall, and continued to stand guard.

Jiang Chengjia suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that his heart was about to pop out.

She took a break for a while before she calmed down. After a while, she suddenly thought that perhaps since the Lingyi team was imprisoned, she had never eaten any meals. She could take advantage of the opportunity to deliver food to enter the house to convey information to Bushi.

After trying to decide this, she cleared her throat, looked at the person on the side, and asked tentatively: "We are all hungry... The people in the low house are not like this? Why didn't Guard Wen give advice to his lord and get some food for the people inside?"

"When will you change your problem of meddling in other people's business?" The man shook his head helplessly, and seemed to be reluctant to mention these things: "Whatever the people in the low house is has nothing to do with us. Even if they starve to death, it is their life. Aying, do your own job well, don't ask too much about the rest."

Seeing that this person was not good at it, she couldn't help but feel anxious without finding out any information that could be used.

By the time, Mu Yun should have led Deng Ling's personal soldiers to Changqi Mountain Villa at this moment. It was time to escape, quietly withdraw from the siege and return to the forest to wait for her to turn.

When I was bored, a rumbling sound came from the stomach of the person next to me.

He muttered to himself, "I'm a little hungry when you finish eating. It's so late at night, I don't know when we will have a chance to rest." The man took out a bun of silk satin buns again and hugged them and started chewing them.

Perhaps the noise of the two of them on the back wall was really a bit loud. Wen Zhu, who was guarding the front room, looked for the voice and saw the person next to her eating steamed buns. He scolded, "When is it? Changgu... Do you still have the heart to eat? If there is any problem, I will only ask!"

The man was startled by the sudden lecture and couldn't help but tremble. He quickly put away the dry buns in his hand.

He said a little aggrievedly: "Wen Guard... You... are not hungry, but others are not hungry. You are by the side of the lord and have a chance to fill your hunger, but the brothers began to carry out the lord's transit mission since dawn, and they were hungry all the way until now. You have to give your brothers some chance to rest and eat, right?"

Wen Zhu's brows were tight, his face tightened, and said righteously: "Where do you know that I have eaten? I am hungry and hungry like you. But we have not completed the task of the Lord's bus. What qualifications are there to eat at this moment?"

The man who was called Changgu by Wen Zhu snorted coldly, as if he was very dissatisfied. Jiang Chengjia took the opportunity to say, "Wen Guard... Brother Changgu said... It's not unreasonable. The brothers are probably tired all day long. If they can eat some meals and take a break, they can nourish their energy and continue to take strict care of themselves. If... they continue like this, they may be in a state of disgust."

Jiang Chengjia deliberately covered her stomach, showed a weak and uncomfortable expression, leaning against the mud wall behind her and staring at Wen Zhu with eyes wide open.

Haguchi, who was standing beside her, was slightly stunned, looking at her with a strange expression, looking puzzled.

Her words were not unreasonable. Wen Zhu heard it and lowered her head and thought about it seriously. He was silent for a long time, and after hesitating repeatedly, he slowly said, "Forget it... you have some truth. Just as the people in the low house have never eaten since they were caught. We have eaten with them, and we can watch them all the time."

Wen Zhu thought about it and thought that eating together was the safest way, so she agreed to Jiang Chengjia's request.

The girl was delighted and couldn't help but thank Wen Zhu repeatedly in her heart, thanking him for giving her a great opportunity to send messages to the house.

She was quite happy. She did not pay attention to the Hangu standing beside her for a moment. She only focused on how to sneak out of the guard's skirt and quietly escape from the Hiramura after passing the message.

At this moment, the soldier who called Changgu was holding the hilt of the sword hanging around his waist, staring at the girl with a serious face, thinking about something, and his dark eyes kept turning.

Wen Zhu took Jiang Chengjia's opinion and ordered one person to go to the fertile rice fields to report the matter to Deng Qing, and asked the recruited peasant women from the village to go to the kitchen stove in the side room to make a fire to cook.

On the rocks on the back wall, Jiang Chengjia and Changgu were left again.

Taking advantage of the quiet and peaceful atmosphere, Changgu's feet were silently leaning towards her. When she was immersed in thinking, she suddenly asked, "Why are you so good at saying this tonight? In the past, if Wen Zhu scolded you, you wouldn't say a word."

The sudden question that came out of him made Jiang Chengjia suddenly startle in his heart. He subconsciously jumped away, retreated three meters, and looked at him with a panic look on his face and said, "Brother Haguchi... Why are you... so close to me? I'm scared..."

Haguchi felt even more strange and stared at her inexplicably and said, "Why are you shocked? And... What's the name for me, Brother Hagu? On weekdays, don't you call me Agu? Aying, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Chapter completed!