at this time.
Thousands of miles away, in the south of the Yangtze River, the four seasons are like spring, and the climate is mild and pleasant. It is an excellent place to live, maintain health and relax.
Jiangnan.
official residence.
The place is heavily guarded and no one is allowed to approach. The soldiers are wearing light armor and are fully armed, always on guard. People come in and out from time to time, jogging to and fro, and even the air is filled with a heavy, depressing and serious atmosphere.
In the study.
A map of Dongling Kingdom was posted on the wall, with several routes marked on it, with circles, small flags and other signs. Zong Zhengchen supported the table with both hands and methodically described the itinerary plan for the next step.
Both sides of the long table were filled with people who listened attentively and nodded from time to time.
"All the troops have been assembled. When are we going to attack Tianshu City?" asked Wei Shouze, the prefect of Jiang Prefecture.
"Everyone in Tianshu City is our country's citizen. In order to minimize casualties, it is recommended to use wits first and then attack head-on." Jing Yi said in a deep voice.
People from Wuji Sect also joined in and contributed.
Han Ying said:
"We fought all the way here, and we wanted to resolve it peacefully, but would Zong Zhengli give in? Not only did he not want to, he even resorted to violence. In his eyes, he only cared about the result, and the lives of the people were not worth mentioning at all."
The cold wind frowned and said:
"Zong Zhengli cannot live in peace with us. It is best to evacuate the people in advance in the battle of Tianshu City."
They discussed and planned.
About an hour later.
The meeting is over.
Everyone received a task and performed their duties. Jing Yi walked out of the study. His steps were a little unsteady. He held on to the pillar, his steps were uneven, and his back looked a little weak.
Feng Ran supported him:
"You can't overwork yourself."
More than half a month ago, Jing Yi was whipped in the palace for protecting Yunying. Before he could recover from his injuries, a palace coup occurred. He rushed to Jiangnan without stopping and took part in the war.
His old injuries had not healed and he was overworked, so it took him a long time to recover.
"It's okay." He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes for two or three minutes before he raised his head. His face looked more energetic.
"The young lady is still in the Dongling Palace. We can't delay for a day. We have to find a way to save her. I will be worried until she comes back."
Everybody misses it.
When this matter was mentioned, Feng Ran was furious:
"I have never seen such a despicable and shameless person as Zong Zhengli. Such a person is still sitting on the throne. It is really a tragedy for this country and the people! With a king like him, this country will be finished in less than 20 years!"
"Well, instead of talking about these useless things, it's better to go to the army... cough, cough cough..."
Jing Yi coughed a few times with a pale face.
Feng Ran felt his pulse and said seriously:
"Your whip wounds haven't healed yet, and you haven't slept for the past few days. Don't you want to live anymore? I'm going to the army, you go get some sleep first!"
"No, it's okay... cough cough!"
He covered his lips with his fist, coughed muffledly several times, took a few deep breaths, and after steadying his breathing, waved his hand and went out.
As soon as I reached the gate of the courtyard, I ran into Yunying who was passing by.
Their eyes met in the air.
There was a moment of silence.
In just a moment, Yun Ying withdrew her gaze, lowered her eyes, held the tray in her hand steadfastly, and walked past him expressionlessly, as if she didn't see him.
He just opened his mouth.
A few words came to his lips, but then stopped, as if his throat was being strangled. He wanted to call her, but no sound came out.
He pursed his thin lips, supported his tired body, walked behind her, one step deep and one step shallow, and followed her.