Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight

Chapter 140: A Narrow Road for Enemies

A dark-clad figure flashed over. A hand reached over and wrapped around her shoulder, helping her to stabilize her body. Through the thick fur coat, the arm wrapped around her was solid and strong, the embrace was cold and icy, without a bit of affection.

Yaoying held the bowl of soup with one hand, the rest of her body falling backward into Sultan Gu's arms. Glancing back at the stairs under her feet, her heart palpitating, she gently exhaled a breath.

If she had fallen from the second floor and broken her arms and legs, how could she still go to Gaochang?

Thinking that she had stabilized herself on her feet, Sultan Gu briskly let go of his hand.

Yaoying was staring at the stairs under her feet. Not yet back to her senses, suddenly losing her support, her body swayed along with the inertia, and she couldn't help but let out a soft whimper.

Sultan Gu's entire body paused for a moment, and his arm reached over again.

Yaoying, afraid of dropping the soup bowl, fell back into his arms. Feeling his body tense up, a little embarrassed, she turned around, faced him, and stood up quickly, standing firmly this time, still holding the soup bowl in her hands.

Holding the bowl, she raised her head and blinked at Sultan Gu, her thick long eyelashes fluttering as she said with a smile, "General Su, have something to eat?"

Sultan Gu retracted his arm, his blue eyes under the mask flickered over the soup in her hand.

Yaoying had been protecting the bowl with her sleeves. The soup was still scalding hot, the steam rising in spirals and lingering. Snow white soup, with some torn-up flatbread floating on top. Soaked in the soup, the bread pieces were white and plump.

Sultan Gu did not make a sound, yet did not look as if he intended to take the bowl of soup.

Yaoying hands held the bowl forward: "This soup warms the stomach and drives away the cold. General, have some. Further ahead, we do not know when we will reach another guest house."

Sultan Gu's line of sight fell on her fingers. She was afraid that the goat soup would get cold. She brought it over while it was still hot, and her delicate fingers and palms were scalded red.

He accepted the bowl in silence.

Yaoying also pulled out a few round pastries and handed them to him. These pastries are what she had Xie Qing bring with her. After baking them briefly over the fire for a while, the outside was crispy and crunchy, and the inside was tender and fluffy. Just now, Yuanjue and the rest of them said they were delicious.

Sultan Gu took the soup bowl and the pastries, turned around, and walked away.

Yaoying couldn't help but smile and looked to the side of the high platform. The goshawk stood with drooping wings being blown by the wind, its sharp eyes staring coldly at her.

It had scared her just now!

She softly asked Sultan Gu, "General Su, can I feed it some jerky?"

She had seen Yuanjue, Sultan Gu, and other soldiers feed the goshawk. Although the hawk was arrogant, it would not randomly injure anyone.

Sultan Gu glanced back at her. She did not know what his expression was under his mask.

Yaoying had already pulled out a small piece of dried meat from her sleeve and stood in front of the hawk with an expression of eagerness, her dark eyes shining.

It was as if this wasn't the eagle that scared her just now.

Sultan Gu said, "He almost made the princess fall just now."