A piece of Japanese incense

Chapter 201 Orange Flavored Fireworks

"I can't... breathe..." Zhi Yihe stretched his neck and pushed Hefeng away with all his strength.

Hefeng stared at her intently. Zhi Yihe's face flushed red. He didn't know where to put his eyes. He quickly diverted his attention: "Um...you...you know anything about paintings?"

He Feng's expression faded a little, and with a faint smile on his face, he said softly, "I know a little bit, what can I teach you, Ah He?"

Zhi Yihe shook her head, cleverly avoiding his gaze, and gestured: "Then do you know there is such a painting? It depicts the Eight Immortals, mythical beasts, mountains and rivers, and even more flowers."

He Feng frowned and pondered, then hesitated for a moment, "There are so many elements. I am really ignorant and have never seen them before."

Zhi Yihe pouted, his eyes rolling around, and muttered in a low voice: "Isn't it a painting?"

"What are you mumbling about? Why are you still interested in the art of painting?"

"I had a dream, so there must be some deep meaning. That's why I want to find it and take a closer look to unravel the mystery." Zhi Yihe hesitated for a moment and decided not to tell him, so he made up a few excuses.

"Then I'll keep an eye on it for you these few days."

"Okay! Okay! Can you expedite it?" Zhi Yihe's eyes were full of anticipation, but he immediately realized that he had overreacted and laughed, "If it's too late, I'm afraid I'll forget it."

"Okay, but you have to follow me into the military camp. I promised my father that I would eradicate the hidden dangers in the army."

Zhiyihe stood up and said firmly, "No! I will never go!"

"It's just a pretense."

Zhi Yihe said sternly: "That won't work! I won't be a traitor!"

"Father sent someone to bring out Yuzhu and the others. In less than half an incense stick of time, they must have been imprisoned in the palace. The only way is to dispel father's doubts first, and then secretly investigate and find them."

Zhi Yihe still refused flatly: "That won't work either! How can you hurt innocent people because of my family?"

He Feng sighed helplessly and compromised: "In this case, how about we go to the military camp tomorrow?"

"Well, whatever! We have to put on some show!"

On the second day, in order to prevent someone from recognizing her, Zhi Yihe drew thick straight eyebrows and dotted many moles on her face. She couldn't let her own reasons expose others' years of undercover work.

When Hefeng saw her, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and rubbed away a mole on her right cheek with his hand.

Zhi Yihe said angrily, "Hey! Don't move! This is my makeup for today!"

Seeing his evil smile, Zhi Yihe asked him in a stern tone, "Did you change the gauze today? Why are you in such a hurry? Can't you go in two days? Your father is really something. He doesn't allow anyone to treat you. He only has you as his son, and he's not afraid..."

Seeing the increasingly solemn expression on Hefeng's face, Zhi Yihe stopped talking and sat quietly aside, peeling an orange.

Hefeng took the orange from her hand, carefully peeled off the white orange peel, and put it into her mouth.

Suddenly he approached her mysteriously and said leisurely: "Ah He, do you want to see the fireworks?"

Zhi Yihe raised his eyebrows playfully and tilted his head in interest in response: "Hmm~"

Gently picking up the orange peel in the breeze, a thin stream of water burst straight towards her like a small fountain.

"Ah!" She didn't have time to dodge before her eyes were hit by the sour juice, and a stinging and sour feeling immediately spread in her eye sockets. At the same time, some juice also splashed on her face, which was icy and cold, with the unique fragrance and sourness of oranges.

The skin on her face felt as if it had been pricked by many tiny needles, and it was slightly numb. Zhi Yihe closed her eyes, a sour feeling spreading in her eye sockets, and tears began to well up in her eyes uncontrollably. She didn't want to ruin the atmosphere, so she frantically tried to find something to wipe them away.

He Feng immediately noticed something was wrong and asked nervously, "What's wrong? Are you not allergic to citrus? What do you need me to do? Do you want to smell the scented sachet? Or drink the scented water? Do you have any with you?"

Zhi Yihe covered his face, picked up a piece of orange peel from the table, and squeezed it towards the wind. The juice burst into water splashes in the air and then dispersed into countless tiny water droplets, falling like stars.

"You! How dare you tease me!" Hefeng pinched her cheeks and rubbed them.

"Ahhhhhh!" Zhi Yihe took two more pieces of orange peel and held them in his hands. The two of them played with each other while pinching the orange peels. The whole car was filled with the unique fragrance of the orange peels.

Arriving at the training ground, the soldiers were conducting their daily drills and the shouts of killing were deafening.

Zhiyihe stood aside and watched for a while. Feeling bored, he walked alone in the camp.

She walked to the front of the tent, lifted the door curtain, and peeked inside. In the tent, the soldiers' beds were neatly arranged, the bedding was folded neatly, the weapons were neatly placed on the shelf, and at the head of each soldier's bed, there were letters from home or small items from their loved ones.

"This should be their spiritual sustenance on the battlefield." Zhi Yihe Zheng said to himself.

"It only takes a moment for you to slip away."

"I've been here before, I'm just curious!"

"This is a place for men, why are you running around?"

Zhi Yihe ignored her. She stopped in front of each tent out of curiosity and lifted the door curtain to look.

"What catches your eyes!"

"Oh! By the way! Do you still remember Xige'er? He and the children in the village admire you very much and regard you as a hero! I wonder if they are in this military camp. If they knew that you came to visit them, they would be ecstatic!"

He Feng was quite proud: "Where did they come from? I must let them see it and make their dreams come true!"

Hefeng summoned the captain, and the captain summoned the captain of a thousand men, and so on. After a long time, two soldiers finally entered the tent.

They knelt on the ground without raising their heads, trembling with fear.

"You don't have to be afraid. Do you still remember Xi Ge'er? He has mentioned many times that you should take His Royal Highness the Crown Prince as a role model. Look! He is it!"

Zhi Yihe pointed at Hefeng, but the two of them were still kneeling on the ground, huddled together, not daring to look up.

"Don't be nervous, the prince is easy to talk to! There is an empty seat, you can sit down and have a cup of hot tea."

They still didn't move. Zhi Yihe tried to ease their tension by chatting casually: "Are you the only two people in your village? Which one is Brother Dianzi? I heard from Brother Xi that you added sesame and fennel to the earthen steamed buns you brought. I wonder if you have finished eating them?"

After hearing this, the two seemed even more panicked. Their backs were hunched like a frightened shrimp, their heads buried deep in the ground, not daring to look at what was around them.

Zhi Yihe looked at He Feng with dry eyes. He Feng suddenly threw the teacup in his hand on the table and shouted, "My appearance makes you dare not raise your heads?"

The two finally raised their heads tremblingly, their faces pale, and after just one glance, they quickly lowered their heads again.

He Feng looked slightly displeased and said seriously, "Stand up and answer the question!"

Zhi Yihe looked at them and suddenly felt as if he had done something wrong. These common people had never seen such a scene before. The people were so gentle and yet so fierce. Wouldn't it break the heroic filter?

She tried to smooth things over, "Don't worry about it. His Royal Highness is very approachable. It's just that you guys haven't said anything, so he's a little embarrassed."

He Feng was dissatisfied and slammed the table and shouted: "How dare you go to the battlefield with such courage!"

One of them finally mustered up the courage and stammered, "Your Highness, my name is Liu Shui. Dian Zi is my cousin."

Zhi Yihe asked: "Is it the one next to you?"

"No... not..."

The man lying on the ground had his eyes wide open, almost popping out of his sockets, filled with fear. Empty yet filled with fear of the unknown, the corners of his eyes twitched unconsciously: "Prince, spare my life! Prince, please have mercy!"

"Liu Xiang!" A bearded man suddenly rushed in and said, "Your Highness, the Crown Prince! These two men had previously escaped from the military camp, so they are extremely terrified. It is because I failed to discipline them properly, and I am willing to accept the punishment."

Zhi Yihe and He Feng looked at each other and both felt that something was suspicious. Zhi Yihe asked, "They are the only two from the same village?"

The bearded man replied, "That's right. The rest of them have all escaped from the barracks and have not been recovered yet."

"We are from the same village, and they ran away together?" Zhi Yihe was surprised.