At first, Song thought his laughter would attract the attention of the guards, but unexpectedly, no one asked anything.

  "Youre just a lowly slave, even if you die laughing, no one will care." Zhang Yi retorted with cold ridicule.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, one wrapped himself in a quilt and lay down, completely ignoring his words, and lazily said, "How did you end up like this? I can see a thing or two. Not knowing the times! Without any power to fight back, you still dare to provoke me, whats good about that for you?"

  Zhang Yi was taken aback, and then lowered his eyes to think deeply. Among the more than 100 guests of the Prime Minister of Chu State, he dared say that his talent was not inferior to anyone, but he had ambitions in his heart and had been struggling to achieve them for a long time. Could it be that he failed because of these trivial matters?

  As soon as Song Chu closed her eyes, her heart was not as calm as the surface. In her previous life, she had never seen Zhang Yi, but this name was like thunder in her ears, the future prime minister of Qin!

  When Song Chuyi first heard the name "Zhang Yi", he thought it was a coincidence, but after listening to his experiences, he confirmed his identity. In any case, making friends with Zhang Yi is beneficial and harmless.

  Song Chuanyi woke up and had a simple meal, despite the bumpy carriage ride, she soon fell asleep wrapped in her warm quilt. Zhao Yilou, who had never felt such good bedding and fine grass mats before, was so excited that he couldnt sleep for a long time as he lay on them.

  Song Chuoyi didnt know how long she had slept, when she woke up the sky was dim. She slightly moved her arm, and felt a warmth in her hand, she hesitated for a moment, stretched out her hand to touch again, and suddenly her mind went blank... What is this thing...

  "Zhao Xiaochong!" Song Chuyi shouted in a cold and stern voice.

  Zhao Yi Lou responded drowsily and leaned towards her side.

  "Zhao Xiaochong!" Song Chuyi let out a loud roar, suddenly flipping open his quilt, and indeed, Zhao Yilou was stark naked, without a single thread on him. And the place where Song Chuyi had just touched was clearly his crotch.

  Zhang Yi, who was stuffing his mouth with food beside him, was startled and choked for a moment. He turned his head to take a look, and suddenly the mouthful of food got stuck in his throat, unable to swallow or spit it out, his face turning bright red from suffocation.

  Zhao Yis quilt was pulled open, and he shivered with cold, suddenly waking up to find Zhang Yis face flushed red, while Song Chus face was covered by her hair, making it impossible to discern her expression, but he could sense that her gaze was wandering over him.

  This scene was too bizarre, the men saw his body and blushed with shame, while the women saw his body and looked at him with relish! Zhao Yilou quickly pulled over the quilt to cover himself.

  "Why arent you wearing clothes?" Song Chu asked.

  Zhao Yilou wrapped herself up like a silkworm cocoon and said with her head down, "The bedding is so clean, Im afraid of getting it dirty."

  "Hmph!" Zhang Yi let out a heavy breath, finally swallowing the thing down. He panted and said, "Hes sleeping in his own quilt, what does it have to do with you? I saw clearly that it was you who crawled into that brothers quilt."

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, he let out a sigh and said, "Alas! Thank you for reminding me. Actually, Im not blaming him either. Its just that with him sleeping like this beside me, it feels somewhat unsafe."

  Zhang Yi looked at Zhao Yilou and then at Song Chuyi, puzzled, "How is it not safe?"

  "Im worried that Ill act too impulsively and he wont be able to help but lose control." Song Chuyi said calmly.

  Zhang Yi was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing, "I didnt expect my little brother to have such unique interests at such a young age, its truly... breathtaking."

  Zhao Yilous eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, he even doubted whether he was hallucinating.

  Perhaps it was the guard outside who heard that Song and Chu were awake, soon a beautiful woman brought in a food box.

  "I am Mei, responsible for serving the young master from now on." Meis appearance was only average, but she had a petite and delicate figure, with a slender waist that could be grasped in one hand. Her eyebrows were slightly lowered, giving her an endearing look that could evoke mens sympathy.

  Young master is a very respectful title, and ordinary men are generally not qualified to be called that.

  Song Chunyi felt that the woman seemed to be paying too much attention to Zhao Yilou. She shifted to the side and sent Mei over to serve, which was a sign that she was dissatisfied with her and had specifically replaced her with another servant girl. Song Chunyi secretly guarded herself, thinking that since they were doing this, it meant they thought she was useless, and getting rid of a useless female slave would only mean selling her or making her do hard labor as a beast of burden.

  She opened the lunchbox and a fragrance immediately wafted out.

  Song Chuers attention was drawn to it, and she took a look. Inside was a piece of roasted venison, with oil dripping from its surface, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The fat on top was still making a slight sizzling sound, cooked just right. Next to it was a bowl of white rice in a golden lacquer bowl, emitting hot air that whetted ones appetite.

  After removing the first layer, there is a small ceramic pot underneath, next to which is a dish of rolled endive salad with white sesame seeds. After moving another layer away, underneath is an exquisite bronze dish containing two persimmons.

  The delicate hand of Meng Cong opened the lid of the ceramic pot and said softly, "Young master, this is dog meat soup. Yu Qiao said that you are weak and need nourishment."

  As she spoke, she bent down and raised the chopsticks high above her head with both hands, exactly at a position where Zhao Yi could reach out and take them.

  Zhao Yi Lou looked at the food in front of him, eager to dig in, but the beautiful woman opposite him was so gentle and polite that he felt embarrassed to be too casual. He picked up his chopsticks, swallowed hard, but such high-level treatment made him feel a bit uneasy. "Who is Yu Qiao?"

  Yuqiao is not a surname Yu and first name Qiao. What is referred to as Yu is a performer, referring to an occupation, the two words mean: named Qiaos performer.

  "Its our team leader." Mei said, bowing her body a bit lower, "Please have some food, sir."

  Song Chu sighed and thought to herself, "Its really useful to be good-looking." She turned her head and took a glance at Zhang Yis plate, which only had a piece of ordinary pork and some coarse bean rice.

  Soon, a guard lifted the curtain of the carriage and threw a ceramic basin in front of Song Chuyi.

  Inside the bowl was only cold leftover rice, but the amount was quite substantial.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Zhang Yis joyful smile and couldnt help but scold him secretly, thinking that someone who laughs at others misfortunes will be laughed at by others in return.

  "Can I give half of this meat to her?" Zhao Yilou pointed at Song Chuyi.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, one was suddenly filled with hot tears, good boy, indeed having feelings and righteousness!

  "Young master can distribute these foods as you wish." Mei Ji said respectfully.

  Zhao Yilou immediately reached out to grab the meat, but was blocked by Mei Ji, who stretched out her hand and said, "Please forgive me for being impolite, this kind of rough work, please let me do it."

  As she spoke, she took out a small dagger from her wide sleeve and lightly cut off a small piece of hot and oily venison. She put it into Song Chuyis ceramic bowl, then quickly cut the venison into bite-sized pieces with her hands moving swiftly. After that, she placed several pieces in a gold-painted plate.

  Zhao Yilou didnt understand those complicated rules at all, he only knew that delicious food was in front of him and it wasnt real until he ate it himself, so he directly reached out to grab.

  She was taken aback, and before she could stop him, he had already stuffed all the meat from the plate into his mouth. Looking at his face, which was still pale with a hint of purple under his black hair, she could see that even in this state, he still had a hint of good looks, and it was clear that once he was properly dressed and groomed, he would be an exceptionally handsome man. Mei couldnt help but sigh inwardly, and she didnt try to stop him again, thinking that the days when he could do as he pleased were numbered anyway.

  Song Chu Yi and Zhao Yi Lou were eating with a gloomy expression, Zhang Yi lowered his head to look at his own food, but was also brought out of his appetite by them, and started eating big mouthfuls.

  Waiting for Zhao Yi Lou to finish eating the last grain of rice, Mei Ji said, "Young master, please follow me."

  Zhao Yi Lou heard that the dead soldiers were all given a full meal, and then went to perform their suicidal mission. He immediately shrank back, "Im not going!"