Chapter 84 Chapter 84 Deep Love, Knowing and Sharing the Same Heart
Jiang Hexue's half-conscious brain was awakened by the call, and then exploded with a "boom".
What did Shen Qingchen call her...baby?
She recalled it silently, and her cheeks, which had lost their heat, turned red again. She almost wanted to curl up and hide in the quilt in a panic.
But Shen Qingchen did not allow it.
With his palms resting on her cheeks, he leaned down even lower, and lightly touched the lips that had just rested on the corner of her lips, then moved them to the center of her lips.
He traced the shape of her lips tenderly and lovingly, and when she took a breath, he took advantage of the opportunity to enter and entangle his tongue with hers.
He was neither fierce nor impatient, nor did he show any lust. He considered her feelings and stepped back when her breathing became disordered, then came back after she had calmed down for a moment.
It was so tender, his wet and cool eyelashes brushed her cheek, and Jiang Hexue realized belatedly that he might have cried.
She raised her eyes and saw the red corners of his eyes, but at this moment she couldn't tell whether it was out of grievance or emotion.
It should be both.
She then stretched out the hand that was not clasped with his and gently put her arm around his neck, running her fingers upwards and gently stroking his hair.
Shen Qingchen pressed the tip of his nose against her cheek and rubbed it.
After a while, she stepped back slightly, with a clear look of emotion in her peach blossom eyes.
"Come and get warm in bed." Jiang Hexue calmed her breathing and shook her hand. "Come and hug me."
Shen Qingchen took off his coat, lay down on the warm bed she had moved out, and hugged her tightly with his arms.
Jiang Hexue buried her face in the crook of his neck, rubbing it like him, and kissed his collarbone before softly saying, "Don't be afraid."
"Why don't you be afraid?" Shen Qingchen held her shoulders, his voice hoarse but unable to hide his grievance. "The person had fainted, how could I have known that you were just tired..."
All sorts of messy thoughts ran through his mind uncontrollably, until the medical officer checked his pulse and told him that he was safe, and he felt much relieved.
But he was also afraid that something might go wrong again, so he stayed by her side, waiting for her high fever to subside and for her to wake up so that he could be the first to know.
"Don't scare me again." Shen Qingchen hugged her tightly and rested his chin on her forehead. His tone should have been fiercer, but the feelings of grievance and fear were so strong that there was nowhere to hide, which made him look somewhat pitiful and cute.
"No." Jiang Hexue patted his shoulder and coaxed him patiently. "I swear to you."
There was no conversation between the two, they just hugged each other tighter and tighter for a long time.
"Sleep a little longer." Shen Qingchen finally let go, kissed her brow, and was about to turn over and get out of bed. "Rest well."
"He is gone. Yi En's spirit in heaven would not want to see you like this." He knew that her recent fatigue was a kind of escape from reality, so he comforted her in a gentle voice.
"It's still dark, where are you going?" Jiang Hexue grabbed his clothes. Knowing what he said hit the nail on the head, she was even more reluctant to leave him.
“The Liang family has sent troops.” After a moment of silence, Shen Qingchen whispered.
"Don't worry, we are here on the front line. If you are still in good spirits during the day, go and comfort the people after the disaster." He comforted.
Jiang Hexue loosened his clothes, but Shen Qingchen did not leave.
"Can you tell me..." She really had something to ask, raising her eyes to look at him. "How many fewer troops do we have than them?"
"Over 100,000." Shen Qingchen told the truth. "Liang Li has 150,000 soldiers guarding the border, and together with the private troops of Zhenbei Hou and Bei Xuan, there are about 60,000 to 70,000."
"I have 50,000. My brother sent 30,000 from the Jingkou army, Prince Xiang sent 20,000, and Prince Jin sent 5,000 formation soldiers." He explained in detail. "It's better than I originally expected."
Jiang Hexue frowned, "It's more than double..."
"It's okay. In the previous Battle of Feishui, the force was ten times greater, yet the few still managed to defeat the many." Shen Qingchen raised his hand and gently smoothed her furrowed brow. "Now the force is only one-to-one. Don't be afraid."
However, the army of the Former Qin Dynasty in the Battle of Feishui was composed of soldiers from various ethnic groups, making coordination difficult. The soldiers of the Liang family had been guarding the border for many years and were elite and brave. How could they be compared with them?
However, Shen Qingchen wanted to comfort her, so Jiang Hexue followed his wishes and relaxed her brows, saying softly, "Be careful about everything."
The young man beside the couch curled his lips slightly and leaned forward: "Don't worry."
"I will definitely return safely," Shen Qingchen said softly, kissing her brow. "I promise you, let's go to Jiangzhou together."
"Go to sleep, my dear."
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Liang Li's army was stationed on the outskirts of the city. The enemy was numerous and we were few. Shen Qingchen did not lead his troops to fight them in the field on the outskirts of the city. Once the city gates were locked, he fought a defensive battle with them to consume his troops.
Jiang Hexue really couldn't help in this regard. He barely managed to gather some strength and went to comfort the people with Fu Xian.
The flood had subsided, and Tian Yu, who was leading the laborers in rebuilding the house, smiled apologetically when he saw her: "Thank you, Princess, for your forgiveness of my mistakes."
Jiang Hexue waved her hand, asked him a few questions, and then listened to his suggestion: "The Anshan Temple in the west of the city was newly renovated a few years ago. The peace amulets they pray for are the most effective. If the princess has time, you might want to go there."
After hearing his detailed report, Jiang Hexue knew there was nothing he could do, so he happily agreed and went out on a sunny day.
Anshan Temple has a history of a hundred years and is crowded with pilgrims. Jiang Hexue counted the number and bought a few amulets, one for each person.
When it was time to consecrate the statue, she went to take a look at the brand new Buddha statue inside.
"It was Princess Yi'en who restored it three or four years ago..." the abbot explained, his expression downcast. "When I first met her, she was delicate and frail, but gentle and kind. Even though the entire temple couldn't scrape together enough money, Mengniang took no notice and meticulously restored it for half a month before leaving."
Jiang Hexue's eyes were slightly moist, and he suddenly remembered Wei Shutan's light and smiling voice before leaving Beijing.
She said that when they returned, the statue of Princess Renshu would be restored, and she had promised to eat roasted deer with her, but now she had broken her promise.
It was clear that everything was getting better at that time. Her attitude returned to its previous positive state, and her frail body also improved.
But in just one month, she passed away.
"She's a hero," Jiang Hexue whispered after a long silence. "If she hadn't swallowed the military token, and Prince Ling had arrived with 50,000 troops, Liangzhou City would probably be in dire straits right now."
"She is gone, but we must always remember her."
She took a few amulets that had been consecrated and knelt down devoutly in front of the Buddha statue.
"Shutan, may you have a peaceful next life."
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Jiang Hexue was not in a hurry to deliver the amulet. Firstly, the war was about to break out and the situation on the front line was tense. Secondly... she wanted to make one.
She had learned how to embroider purses from Shen Chuning, and now when it came to embroidering other patterns, she couldn't be said to be very skillful, but her work was passable.
Besides embroidery, she also needed to combine incense. Prince Jin Chen Zeyuan was skilled in formations, and she remembered seeing the magic incense in ancient books before. The two combined should be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort.
Whenever I have nothing to do, I will stare at the embroidery picture.
The codeword that Shen Chutang translated was very clear.
The general who was guarding the south with Yan Beixuan was the childhood sweetheart of the Marquis’ wife. He had elite soldiers and everything they needed.
But Jiang Hexue hesitated again and again and did not ask him to mobilize troops.
Because the battle with Liang Li and Jiang Tao is an internal affair of Longlin State, if Bei Xuan is involved, there will be too many variables and it will be difficult to resolve.
He only knew that if Liang Li asked Beixuan to send troops, he would be guarding the border between Beixuan and Longlin, hoping to help stop them.
But I never received a reply.
By the time of the last month, the summer heat was rising. Shen Qingchen never took the initiative to fight. Liang Li's troops attacked the city several times but failed. Their morale was gradually discouraged and the battle situation was tense.
Jiang Hexue's magic incense was finally made. He happily took it with him and went to the military camp.
Compared to the Liang soldiers whose groans and complaints could be heard through the city gate, the army on Shen Qingchen's side looked energetic. A team of martial arts practitioners even greeted her when they saw her.
Jiang Hexue got their directions and almost ran towards the main tent with her skirt lifted up.
She hasn't seen Shen Qingchen for ten days.
Looking back at the beginning of our marriage, he was busy with disaster relief work, going out early and coming back late, and I hadn't seen him for ten days. At that time, I didn't feel any discomfort.
Now she truly experienced the feeling of "one day without seeing you is like three months", but even so, she trotted to the front of the tent, slowed down her pace with dignity, and ordered the soldiers guarding the gate not to make a sound.
But before the curtains were drawn, Xie Junyi's anxious voice could be heard from inside the tent: "If we don't take the risk tonight, the reinforcements Bei Xuan will send to the Liang family will arrive tomorrow. With over 200,000 soldiers missing, how many days can we hold out?"
Jiang Hexue paused for a moment, his steps and breathing stopped, and he pricked up his ears to listen.
"Tonight at midnight, with a northeasterly wind, we can set fire to their food supplies. Our chances of success are about 50%." Shen Qingchen said calmly. "Are you sure?"
"We can all go." Xie Junyi said.
"I will go." Shen Qingchen made the decision.
"This humble general greets the princess." Jiang Hexue was listening when he suddenly heard the scout's greeting behind him.
Before she could reply, the curtain was drawn aside. The young man was still holding the tortoise shell in his hand, and his cold eyes showed an emotion that she didn't want to delve into.
They looked at each other in silence.
"When did the Imperial Aunt arrive?" Xie Junyi's question broke the silence. "Come in and sit down."
"Just arrived." Jiang Hexue walked around Shen Qingchen and entered the tent, smiling. "Did I disturb your meeting?"
"Just finished speaking." Shen Zeyuan smiled lightly.
"What's the matter?" Shen Qingchen asked the scout without entering the tent or leaving.
"Bei Xuan's reinforcements may arrive tonight," the scout replied sternly. "One hundred and fifty thousand."
As soon as these words were spoken, the relaxed atmosphere froze again.
"This king understands." Shen Qingchen responded calmly and entered the tent behind the curtain.
“In that case, tonight…” Shen Zeyuan said worriedly.
"As usual." Shen Qingchen looked at Jiang Hexue. "What's the matter?"
Jiang Hexue handed the magic incense to Shen Zeyuan and explained it in detail before taking out two amulets from her purse and handing one to each of them.
"Thank you, Auntie." Xie Junyi curled her lips. "Don't worry."
"I'm just here to take a look. I won't bother you any more." Jiang Hexue stood up and said goodbye. "I wish you all the best."
She didn't pay any attention to Shen Qingchen's gaze, she just lifted her skirt and left without looking back once.
When they reached the outskirts of the military camp, the silent young man behind them finally spoke: "I heard everything."
Jiang Hexue stopped, did not respond, and did not turn around.
After a moment of stalemate, she was about to take another step when a shadow suddenly fell in front of her and her hands hanging by her sides were grabbed at the same time.
With their fingers intertwined, Shen Qingchen leaned down.
"Nothing to say to me?" he asked softly. "Nothing to give me?"
Jiang Hexue raised her eyelashes and looked at him.
The young man was wearing black armor and had a scimitar on his waist. He looked thinner and more shabby than the last time we met.
There was a faint gray-black color under his eyes, and a faint blue stubble appeared on his jaw.
All of Jiang Hexue's anger just now disappeared.
"Yes." She opened her purse and took out a amulet.
On the same red thread as the others, there is an extra woven magnolia and a plump red bean.
"Everything goes well," Jiang Hexue blinked hard, suppressing the soreness in her pupils. "There's another poem, guess it."
"Do you know that I miss you so much?" Shen Qingchen chuckled.
He held the amulet tightly and said seriously, "I know it in my heart, and I feel the same way."
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