You put me in charge of the prison and turned all the female prisoners into female military goddesse

"what?"

Wen Lanxiang was taken aback: "My lord, were you... asleep just now?"

"Feel sorry."

Lu Jing chuckled: "You were so comfortable mopping the floor that you fell asleep without realizing it."

"I... I'll take it as a compliment, sir," Wen Lanxiang nodded, both amused and exasperated, then tentatively asked, "Sir, may I repeat what I said before?"

"Please feel free to speak."

"Yes."

Then, Wen Lanxiang repeated what she had said before.

"Don't let Wen Hexiang go out to study at a private school."

Lu Jing shook his head.

"So it really can't be..." Wen Lanxiang sighed softly, but her face did not show any impatience.

"I understand, sir. Then I'll have He Xiang learn some needlework from the maids in the courtyard."

"What needlework?" Lu Jing frowned. "I meant not letting He Xiang go to the private school outside. The families in this military camp must have hired a private tutor. I'll tell Fang Shengtian and let He Xiang go directly there."

"Lord Lu!"

Wen Lanxiang bit her lip excitedly, dropping the towel in her hand to the ground. After reading the instructions, she gave Lu Jing a deep bow.

"Thank you, Lord Lu."

"Good heavens, it's a funeral procession!"

Lu Jing reached out to help her up, saying, "There's no need for such a grand gesture. It's nothing, you don't deserve it."

"Yes, Lord Lu, you deserve it!"

Wen Lanxiang insisted on having the luggage. During the struggle, Wen Lanxiang pushed backward and lost her balance, twisting her ankle.

"ah--"

She screamed and fell backward, but Lu Jing reacted quickly and caught her, preventing her from falling flat on her back.

"Thank you, Lord Lu! Ah, hiss—" Wen Lanxiang winced in pain.

"Did you twist your ankle?"

"Ah, yes, yes," Wen Lanxiang groaned repeatedly.

"Come over and rest for a while, don't let your feet touch the ground."

"Thank you, ah, ah, ah—"

Wen Lanxiang held onto Lu Jing's arm with one hand, constantly letting out painful cries.

outside the house.

The two people were pressed against the window, their ears close, listening intently to the sounds coming from inside the room.

They were none other than Ji Tangtang and Mu Jiangli.

Inside the room, Wen Lanxiang's painful moans could be heard through the paper-covered window.

"I knew it!"

Ji Tangtang blushed and said indignantly, "This Wen Lanxiang, I noticed before that the way she looked at Lord Lu was wrong. Sure enough, I guessed right. This little hussy actually went to provoke Lord Lu Jing."

"Luckily, we were careful and secretly hid here to eavesdrop, otherwise we would not have known that Wen Lanxiang actually offered herself to Lord Lu."

I said…

Mu Jiangli crossed her arms, glanced sideways at Ji Tangtang, and asked with a hint of sarcasm, "Why are you reacting so strongly? This is Wen Lanxiang's own business. Why are you so angry?"

"I, I, this is, it is, I..." Ji Tangtang stammered for a long time, unable to speak.

Mu Jiangli smiled and leaned closer, then said mysteriously, "I think you also want to provoke Lord Lu like Wen Lanxiang, but you don't have the guts. That's why you reacted so strongly after seeing Wen Lanxiang succeed."

"screw you!"

Ji Tangtang immediately retorted, then quickly covered her mouth and secretly peeked through the window to make sure the person inside hadn't heard anything before she breathed a sigh of relief.

"You're talking nonsense!"

Ji Tangtang reached out and slapped Mu Jiangli, then continued, "That's not what I meant at all."

Mu Jiangli grinned: "So what do you mean?"

"I……"

"Alright..."

Mu Jiangli poked Ji Tangtang's face with one finger and said, "I understand your feelings. Lord Lu Jing is very outstanding."

"Everyone has feelings for him, didn't you realize that?"

"What did you figure out?" Ji Tangtang crossed his arms.

"I didn't realize that not only Mulanxiang, but also the others wanted to spend some time with Lord Lu Jing, especially Liu Zhezhi."

Upon hearing this, Ji Tangtang was stunned: "Liu Zhezhi? My God, I really didn't see that coming. She always seems so upright and honest, I never imagined she would have such thoughts..."

"A young girl's heart is always poetic, a willow branch broken is still a woman, so what if she's a female knight-errant?"

At this point, Mu Jiangli adopted a condescending and old-fashioned manner, much like a general pointing out the flaws in the landscape.

"Since you've put it that way..."

At this moment, Ji Tangtang came over with a malicious expression on his face.

She reached out and poked Mu Jiangli's unremarkable chest.

This prompted Mu Jiangli to immediately protest, "What are you doing?"

Ji Tangtang ignored him and asked directly, "According to you, do you also have feelings for Lord Lu?"

Once this question was asked, the roles of offense and defense became reversed.

Now it was Mu Jiangli's turn to panic. She was at a loss, and the confident demeanor she had just displayed had vanished.

"You're talking nonsense!"

After shouting, Mu Jiangli realized that her voice was too loud, so she immediately covered her mouth, looked through the window, and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Lu Jing and the others hadn't heard her. Then she looked at Ji Tangtang.

"You're talking nonsense. I have absolutely no feelings for Lord Lu."

"Really?" Ji Tangtang grinned slyly.

"Really!" Mu Jiangli said through gritted teeth.

"That's good." Ji Tangtang grinned wickedly and said deliberately, "After Wen Lanxiang, I'm going to go find Lord Lu and make my move on him. Just like you said, I like Lord Lu too."

"Hey!" Mu Jiangli quickly said, "You can't go, you can't!"

"Why not? Lord Lu isn't just yours."

"I, you, this..." Mu Jiangli stammered, her words falling flat.

Ji Tangtang patted her with a mischievous grin: "Alright, you don't need to pretend anymore, I understand your feelings."

After saying that, Ji Tangtang stopped listening and left with a smile.

Mu Jiangli sighed helplessly, looked out the window one last time with some reluctance, and then left.

house.

Lu Jing took off Wen Lanxiang's shoes and socks and carefully examined her ankles.

"here."

Pressing his ankle, Lu Jing asked Wen Lanxiang, "Does it hurt?"

"Yes, this is it."

Wen Lanxiang blushed as she looked at her pink and white jade feet being held in Lu Jing's hands, her tone becoming anxious.

"Lord Lu, I'm fine. It's just a minor injury. I'll be fine after a night's rest."

"Hmm," Lu Jing examined it carefully, "You're right, it is indeed a serious injury. But before you go to bed tonight, you should still apply a hot towel to it; that will help it heal faster."

"Yes, thank you, Lord Lu."

"You're welcome."

"call--"

Lu Jing stretched, then sat down at the table, ground the ink and laid out the paper, preparing to handwrite the next specialized training plan.

"You can rest for a while before you leave," Lu Jing said to Wen Lanxiang. "If you don't want to leave, you can stay a little longer. I'll give you a hot compress after I finish writing."

"No need, sir, I can manage on my own."

As she spoke, Wen Lanxiang was in a hurry to leave. She stood up, but her foot slipped and she was about to fall again.

Lu Jing quickly stepped forward to help him up.

He wrapped his arm around Wen Lanxiang's slender waist.

The two locked eyes, and the air in the room slowly warmed up.