Chapter 511 Rescue

Zhu Qingyan was the grain and fodder transport supervisor. When he was halfway along the journey with his team, he heard the news from the front line that Danzhou had fallen.

She had never been to the battlefield, let alone commanded a battle, so she immediately panicked when she heard about such a sudden change.

Zhu Qingyan took a deep breath and told himself that he should not panic at times like this.

If Zhu Lan were here, what would she do?

It is definitely too late to write back to Beijing to ask for the emperor's will now, so I can only make the decision myself.

Zhu Qingyan immediately ordered someone to bring the map.

There is one last pass between Danzhou and Yunzhou, called Qingshi Pass.

If the King of Zhenbei wants to attack Yunzhou, he must take this place first.

Zhu Qingyan no longer hesitated and immediately ordered the entire army:

"Change the route and go to Qingshi Pass!"

…

Qingshi Pass is located in Yunzhou, with flags flying on the gate tower.

Looking around, there is endless yellow sand outside the pass and the fields are vast.

Zhu Qingyan led the team and finally arrived at the garrison camp at Qingshi Pass a few days later.

Before entering the camp, Zhu Qingyan saw a group of people coming out from afar.

The leader was a man in his thirties with dark skin, tall stature and rosy cheeks, typical features of someone who has been stationed in the northwest for many years.

"Yunzhou General Long Buqi respectfully welcomes the Transport Supervisor."

Zhu Qingyan dismounted and returned the greeting, "General Long, how are you?"

As the general of Yunzhou, Long Buqi had a close relationship with Yunzhou prefect Ding Wangyuan. He had also met Zhu Qingyan several times, so they were old acquaintances.

Long Buqi ordered his men to unload the grain and fodder, while he brought Zhu Qingyan to the meeting hall.

"General Long, what is the current situation in the northwest?" Zhu Qingyan asked.

Long Buqi's expression became a little serious, and he said:

"Wang Youya, the prefect of Danzhou, surrendered the city. Now the King of Zhenbei has only left a small number of troops to garrison in Danzhou City, and he is leading the main force to attack Qingshi Pass.

Behind Qingshi Pass is the abundant Yunzhou City, so the tragic situation like that of Danzhou City will not occur there.

It’s just that… the generals sent by the rebels this time are somewhat difficult to deal with.”

Zhu Qingyan's heart tightened slightly, "Who did the King of Zhenbei send to fight?"

"There was an Uzbek general named Muza. He was extremely powerful and brutal.

To be honest, I once sent two capable young generals out of the city to fight, but they were killed by Muza in less than three rounds..."

Hearing that it was not the name he had in mind, Zhu Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief and asked again:

"Have you ever seen Princess Ning Yue among the enemy troops?"

Long Buqi shook his head, indicating that he had never seen it.

He hesitated for a moment and then said:

"But I heard a rumor...it seems that Princess Ningyue was unwilling to go along with the King of Zhenbei, so she was ordered to be imprisoned."

Zhu Qingyan's fingers suddenly tightened, but his face remained surprisingly calm. He asked:

"General Long, when do you think the next enemy attack will be?"

Long Buqi didn't even think about it and answered:

"They attacked twice before and then stopped for a while. However, yesterday our spies observed new movements by the enemy. They will probably attack the city again within two days.

But don't worry, the transport supervisor, Qingshi Pass is extremely strong, and it won't be easy for them to attack it."

Zhu Qingyan was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his eyes and said in an unquestionable tone:

"General Long, I need you to cover me while I do something."

…

Two days later.

Murong Jing tried hard to open her eyes, but there was still chaos and darkness in front of her.

It took her a moment to realize that it was now night.

There was the sound of someone in armor walking quickly outside, which was a bit noisy.

Where is this... ?

Her head felt as if it was weighed down by a thousand pounds, making her unable to think seriously about anything.

She instinctively wanted to move her body, but she could only lift her arms with all her strength, accompanied by the sound of "clattering" of the iron chains.

At this moment, her vision lit up. It turned out that someone had lifted the curtain of the tent and walked in.

Need to take medicine again?

Murong Jing only remembered that she drank a cup of tea. After that, every time she woke up, she felt groggy. When she was about to wake up, she was forced to drink something again. This cycle repeated over and over again.

However, this time, she did not smell the medicinal scent of tea, but instead felt someone hugging her tightly.

"Ah Jing, Ah Jing...what did they do to you!?"

Murong Jing's heart trembled, and she tried to raise her eyes, and a weak smile appeared on her face.

"Little Master...why are you here?"

Zhu Qingyan was wearing the armor of a Northern Frontier soldier at this time, and his face was dirty.

Murong Jing leaned weakly in Zhu Qingyan's arms. For the first time, Zhu Qingyan felt that her body was so frail, like a paper man without support.

Zhu Qingyan felt so uncomfortable that he could hardly breathe.

The Ajing she had seen before was always dressed in fine clothes and riding a horse, unrestrained and uninhibited, but now she has been tortured into this state!

With the dim light, Murong Jing noticed that Zhu Qingyan was covered in blood, and her eyes were shocked.

"Are you hurt?"

Zhu Qingyan looked down and said:

"It's not my blood. The two sides were fighting today, and I was mixed in with the wounded soldiers in the Northern Frontier. That's why I was able to come in and look for you."

Her eyes were full of pain, but her tone was unusually firm.

"Ah Jing, I'll take you away!"

Murong Jing gave a weak bitter smile, shook her head, and shook the chain on her hand.

She was about to say something when footsteps were heard outside again.

Mu'er came outside the tent carrying a bowl of food, walked straight in, and was soon slightly stunned.

Murong Jing sat on the ground, leaning against a stone pillar, looking at her quietly.

Mu'er glanced at Murong Jing's hands and feet. The iron chains on them showed no signs of being damaged, and the other end was still locked to the stone pillar intact.

Only then did she walk in with confidence.

"Miss, you woke up earlier today."

Mu'er walked to Murong Jing, put the medicine aside, took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped Murong Jing's cheek.

Just like I served her before.

Murong Jing looked at Mu'er coldly, her eyes full of disappointment and regret.

"The prince has already taken over Danzhou City, and we are now outside Qingshi Pass.

The one leading the troops now is Muza, but that guy is not very obedient and always gives the prince a headache.

The prince was still talking about it yesterday, if you could figure it out earlier, we would have taken Qingshi Pass long ago..."

Mu'er spoke in a gentle voice as she slowly recounted what was happening outside.

Finally, she picked up the bowl of medicine, blew on it carefully, and then handed it to Murong Jing's lips.

"Miss, please be good and drink the medicine.

Mu'er has been with the young lady since she was a child, and she really doesn't want to hurt her."

Murong Jing tilted her head to one side with a stubborn look in her eyes.

Muer sighed helplessly.

The young lady's physique is different from that of ordinary people. The amount of medicine in this bowl is enough to knock out three adult men, but for the young lady, it can only last for a few hours.

It seems that I still need to discuss with the prince to see whether to increase the dosage of the medicine.

Mu'er thought so and reached out to pinch Murong's jaw.

Her movements seemed gentle, but they were enough to make Murong Jing unable to move.

"Miss, I'm sorry."

Mu'er was about to force the medicine into Murong Jing's mouth, but the next moment, her hand stopped in mid-air, and her pupils suddenly shrank——

A slight chill came from the side of his neck, and a cold sword had silently crossed his shoulder without him knowing when!

Mu'er's expression froze, she didn't dare to turn around, she lowered her eyes and saw the sword blade as thin as a cicada's wing, then she recognized it.

She swallowed subconsciously and spoke to Zhu Qingyan behind her with difficulty, her voice still containing a barely perceptible hint of fear.

"How... did you get in?"