Chapter 424: See the Emperor, what happened?

Suddenly she heard a faint whimpering sound coming from the pile of stones.

She paused, and listened carefully again. The cry for help was mixed with the sound of rain and was not very obvious.

"There's someone down there!"

Ji Qingwu rushed forward first. The burned bricks and stones were particularly hot, and her fingertips shivered. Several soldiers came over to help her dig.

After pushing aside the burnt bricks and stones, a young soldier with a charred face was buried underneath, holding a bag of things in his arms.

The young soldier's dilated pupils reflected the face of the woman in front of him.

"This millet seed...must be kept...the North cannot be without food..."

There was a hole on the young soldier's head from the burning bricks and stones that fell down, and Ji Qingwu felt that something was not good.

She immediately knelt down, tore her skirt into strips, and bandaged him.

The young soldier's consciousness has been scattered: "My mother said that food cannot be wasted... The seeds must be kept well..."

Ji Qingwu's eyes were sour and he responded to him loudly.

"Okay, Shuzhong is staying! You have to stay too, don't sleep!"

Ji Qingwu knelt in the mud, pressing the wound on the young soldier's head with both hands. Blood mixed with rain water seeped out and dyed her cuffs red.

"Your mother is still waiting for you to come home!"

The young soldier's breathing became weaker and weaker.

Ji Qingwu's movements became more and more agile. When rain got into her eyes, she didn't have time to wipe it away.

The fire was finally extinguished, but the rain did not stop.

The soldiers breathed a sigh of relief, their eyes focused on the frail figure kneeling down to save someone.

This young soldier had burns all over his body and a fatal wound on his head. It was obvious that he was not going to survive. Her efforts were in vain, but she still refused to give up.

The stubbornness in his bones made him look like an old friend, and Li Chengxun's expression changed slightly.

He walked forward with a complicated expression and tried to pull her up.

But someone blocked it with his arm.

Wei Ting suddenly shouted: "Don't move!"

Li Chengxun's pupils shrank and he noticed something was wrong.

At this moment, thunder roared again, and a sound of breaking air was heard in the rain.

The arrow tower next to the granary collapsed with a loud bang, and several huge round trees fell towards the direction where the young soldiers were.

When Ji Qingwu realized the danger, it was too late.

In a flash of silver, someone chopped the fallen wood with a knife and rolled her several feet away.

His back hit the millstone hard on the ground, but he held her head firmly against his chest.

The sudden change made everyone unable to react in time, and they quickly gathered around and shouted, "General!"

"General! Are you okay?"

Ji Qingwu raised his head from the cold silver armor and saw Wei Ting's half-closed narrow eyes.

He brushed the burnt ashes from between her brows with his hand.

"I'm glad you're okay."

Ji Qingwu's throat rolled, she turned her head to look at the granary that had been smashed into ruins by the huge tree, and the young soldier was still underneath!

He could have lived.

If he hadn't been trying to save the millet seeds, if the arrow tower hadn't collapsed, if there hadn't been a fire, the young soldier could have survived...

The corners of Ji Qingwu's eyes were red.

She wanted to break free from Wei Ting's arms, but unexpectedly felt the warmth emanating from the back of his collar.

She loosened her hands and looked at her bloody fingertips in a daze. The rain fell on her hands, diluting the blood.

Ji Qingwu's arms trembled slightly.

Wei Ting's face was blue and gray, and his lips had lost their color, but he stared at her and chuckled like a sigh.

"I recognized you this time."

Ji Qingwu took a deep breath and said, "Turn around and let me see the injury on your back."

The smile on Wei Ting's face widened: "You care about me?"

Ji Qingwu said: "If the injury is in the spine, it will cause paralysis, and in serious cases it will be fatal."

If a general of one side injures his back, how can he march and fight?

Wei Ting smiled nonchalantly and said, "The Fifth Doctor is very skilled in medicine. I will be fine."

Ji Qingwu glared at him and said, "If the general has a baby, I can guarantee that you will be safe, but for anything else, I can't do anything about it."

Wei Ting ignored her sarcasm, looked into her bright and lively eyes, and said softly: "I just want to hold you for a while longer."

Ji Qingwu was stunned for a moment, and thought that he was injured while saving himself, so he didn't hit him with his fist.

At this time, Wei Ting couldn't fall down, so Ji Qingwu raised his hand, went around his back and hugged him.

Wei Ting groaned in pain.

Ji Qingwu roughly felt out where his injuries were.

The robe under Wei Ting's armor had turned charcoal black, and Ji Qingwu took off his long headscarf.

She frowned and said, "The wound is very deep. Bandage it to stop the bleeding first, and let the doctor in the camp treat you later."

Wei Ting said in a pitiful and expectant tone: "Can't the Fifth Doctor treat it for me?"

Ji Qingwu pursed his lips and did not answer.

The rain gradually stopped and the sky returned to its previous sunny state. The thick dark clouds had dispersed at some point.

If there had not been puddles on the ground, everyone's clothes would have been dripping with water. Looking at the weather alone, it would have seemed as if this short rainstorm had never happened.

Here, Ji Qingwu was bandaging Wei Ting when the rapid and loud sound of horse hooves rang out.

The ground was shaking, ripples were forming in the puddles, and even Ji Qingwu's chest was trembling.

Someone is coming back, it is the sound of thousands of troops.

Ji Qingwu's hands unconsciously loosened the long scarf that was wrapped around them and he turned to look towards the camp gate.

Wei Ting stared at her face closely and saw her eyes suddenly light up and stare straight in the direction of the camp gate, as if nothing else could catch her eyes and her heart.

His eyes dimmed, and a hint of gloom flashed across them.

Ji Qingwu didn't see the change in Wei Ting, but Li Chengxun saw it clearly. As men, the emotion they both felt was - jealousy.

In the distance, mud and sand rose up, and an army in armor came like a black dragon breaking through the sand.

The warhorse in the front was completely jet black, and the gravel splashed by its horseshoes made crackling sounds.

The man driving the horse was wearing black armor. Every piece of the black iron scales was engraved with dragon patterns, and the joints were decorated with moonstones tributed from the Western Regions, which emitted a cool and clear glow as he moved.

There was a dark golden dragon pattern hidden inside the black armor, wolf hair decorated the edge of the cloak, and the obsidian inlaid on the saddle was also glowing.

The war horses stopped in front of the collapsed granary, and the breeze blew up the black silk that Emperor Wu Su used to tie his hair.

Ji Qingwu's gaze passed across the man's handsome profile and fell on the slightly open collar of his shirt with dark gold thread patterns.

Because she smelled the scent of ambergris mixed with blood and rust.

There was a wound on his neck that snaked outward to behind his ear.

He was still injured.

Ji Qingwu's nails dug into the flesh of his palm.

For some reason, the moment she saw him, all the wounds on her body seemed to wake up, and the pain was so severe that she could hardly bear it.

And all the courage that had been accumulated before disappeared at this moment.

She had planned to welcome him back at the military camp gate. On the way here, she had imagined the scene of their meeting hundreds of times, but none of them was like this.

Now she was covered in mud and her skirt was in tatters. How could she face him in such a miserable state, let alone in front of all the soldiers?

Everyone knelt to greet him, shouting, "Your Highness!"

Zhao Mingyan looked at the ruins of the granary in front of him and asked, "What happened?"