I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 106 - 81: A Dispute Arises

Gu Lan was angry because he didn’t eat the noodles she brought?

A quick flash of amusement crossed Rong Heng’s eyes; this person had become addicted to bringing him food.

He picked up a chopstick full of noodles and began to eat, chewing while saying, "What’s so special about the ribs? They’re nowhere near as delicious as what you brought."

Gu Lan laughed, her lips red and teeth white, radiant and captivating.

Rong Heng’s heartbeat involuntarily sped up a little, and then he watched as Gu Lan naturally took his ribs and bun.

"Then I’ll eat the ribs, and you eat the noodles."

Rong Heng: ... His meat was just gone like that.

He watched with wide eyes as Gu Lan’s red lips pressed against the white bun; the boy’s skin was fair, with delicate features, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his nose, exuding a peculiar allure.

Rong Heng thought, he had just been tearing it apart to eat, but if he were to eat it like Gu Lan did, wouldn’t it be...

He almost ate the noodles up to his nose and stopped his thoughts immediately.

After a while, Gu Lan, who inadvertently ate an extra meal, rubbed her soft belly and took the empty noodle bowl from Rong Heng to bring to Tang Zhan.

Then, Prince Rui found out that the soldiers in the camp had meat today, and his personal aide made him scallion oil noodles.

He glared at Tang Zhan: "Tang Zhan, are you expressing dissatisfaction with me?"

Tang Zhan replied innocently, "Prince, how would I dare to be dissatisfied with you? Eating too much pork gets cloying. I was thinking about your health."

Rong Shuo laughed in exasperation, "So I should thank you?"

"You’re welcome!" Tang Zhan said seriously with a cupped fist salute.

"How come these soldiers are eating so well today? Do they eat like this every day?" Rong Baoyi also learned of this and asked.

Tang Zhan replied, "How could soldiers not eat meat? These elite warriors gain their strength from long-term meat consumption."

"I thought the state treasury was empty, and the soldiers were starving, eating chaff and wild vegetables."

Gu Lan thoughtfully said, "Without being well-fed, they wouldn’t even have the strength to lift a knife. Charging into battle would be sending men to their deaths. These soldiers train so hard daily; they need more meat to grow stronger."

Rong Shuo said, "Exactly."

Tang Zhan further explained, "It’s not like this every day. They’re back in the capital now, and the camp will dissolve tomorrow. Today is sort of a farewell."

"Uncle Wu is eating the same as them? Tang Zhan Uncle, did you deliver the meal to him on purpose?" Rong Yunhao asked.

Tang Zhan quietly said, "How many times have I told you? Call me Brother Tang Zhan."

"Alright, Tang Zhan Uncle."

In the young prince’s heart, anyone with a dark face automatically aged twenty years older.

"There are a few in the army who were once Xiao Family Army; they recognized Fifth Young Master Rong, which is why they invited him to eat with them," Tang Zhan explained, twitching his mouth.

Fifth Young Master Rong was the grandson of the former Marquis Nan. Since none of the true heirs of the Xiao Family survived, those in the Xiao Family Army who remembered old favors treated Rong Heng as their young master.

However, this only applied to private matters; truly commanding them would be impossible for Rong Heng.

Just then, a commotion arose in the distance.

It seemed that two soldiers were having a dispute, and Gu Lan saw someone push Rong Heng, causing him to stagger and fall.

Without warning, she shot forward like an arrow leaving the bowstring.

Rong Shuo watched and sighed, "No wonder they’re sworn brothers."

Their bond was such that his biological brother envied it.

"Brother Hang, are you alright?" Gu Lan quickly asked, extending a hand.

Rong Heng calmly shook his head.

He looked at Gu Lan’s slender hand, so close, and remembered the day he moved out of the Imperial Court, when Gu Lan had picked up books for him, but he had refused her without hesitation.

Soon after, Rong Heng took Gu Lan’s hand and stood up, "I’m fine."

Gu Lan’s fingers were long and fair, appearing soft but were actually quite strong. He had once held this hand to write her name.

Now, Rong Heng also didn’t know how Gu Lan had gradually entered his heart, becoming a brother he didn’t want to entangle but couldn’t help caring for.

"You useless fool, why should you get extra rations?" In front of the wooden shelf distributing buns, a burly soldier was coldly staring at a shorter soldier.

Each had a few people standing behind them, seemingly comrades who were on good terms, but undoubtedly, the burly soldier had more people behind him.

It was he who had just pushed Rong Heng.

The shorter soldier angrily said, "The Fire Head Army said we could take more if we weren’t full today; I came first, why can’t I eat?"