Chapter 59 Come back and cook for me! "Lord Li...
"Lord Li, this is a letter His Highness left for you..." Seeing that the time was almost right, Xiao Ba swiftly took out a wrapped secret letter from his sleeve and handed it to Li Funing.
Li Funing's gaze also fell on the envelope in Xiao Ba's hand. He looked at the well-preserved envelope and said sheepishly, "Is this what His Highness left for me?"
He knew that she did this to please him, but he didn't expect that she would write the letter herself and send it to the capital.
His heart, which had been frozen by everything she did, had turned back to spring water, and now it felt even warmer.
"yes!"
After Xiao Ba responded, he stepped forward until he was an arm's length away from him, bowed and handed the letter to him.
He took it and unfolded the envelope with his slender fingers in a few seconds. He moved very carefully, fearing that he would accidentally ruin the "thought" in it.
After folding the letter, Li Funing looked at the two rows of eccentric handwriting, and his face, which was originally as cold as unpolished jade, quickly turned a light shade of red.
The tip of his ear felt as if scalded by boiling water for a split second, a smile spread along the curve of his mouth, and the smile in his eyes couldn't be stopped!
Xiao Ba looked at Lord Li, whose expression suddenly changed. His cheeks were red and hot, as if they had been burned by fire.
I couldn't help but wonder what His Highness had written on this piece of paper. It was so strange that even the usually prudent Lord Li couldn't control himself!
He took a few steps forward, stood on tiptoe, and raised his head to read the contents of the letter.
Li Funing noticed Xiao Ba's small movements from the corner of his eye. He quickly and carefully folded the paper and put it in his chest. His cold eyebrows fell on Xiao Ba's face and he spoke leisurely, "Tell His Highness that this official..."
He hesitated for two seconds, wanting to say something.
"I will go and tell His Highness myself..."
"Your Highness, Feiying is ready and waiting for your order!"
Everyone hid in the cedar forest, looking at the bonfire and smoke burning in the northern border camp in the distance.
"Your Highness is truly knowledgeable! I was worried earlier. Crossing this swamp would take days. If we follow the old method of first driving wooden stakes to secure the foundation, then throwing rocks and filling the silt, it would take at least half a month. If we were discovered by people from the northern border..."
"I never expected that Your Highness could find a safe path so easily. I'm in awe!"
General Lin, under the command of the King of Zhenbei, whispered to the girl in front of him with a gleaming look of worship. He had previously been dismissive of her, thinking that she was just a pampered baby in the palace, what did she know...
Until he was sent by the King of Zhenbei to assist her, along the way, he saw with his own eyes that she carefully observed the subtle differences in the vegetation and water marks on the surface.
He found the most solid shortcut through the boggy land, which was full of potholes; then he ordered people to bring quicklime and pour it into several depressions on the path.
The lime boils when it comes into contact with water, quickly absorbing the moisture and hardening the mud. Then, gravel prepared in advance is sprinkled on it. In just a few moments, a stable passage appears before our eyes.
This shortened the time from half a month to three days. This way, the risk of being known by the North was reduced and a lot of manpower and material resources were saved.
"This is nothing, just a common trick used by some folk bricklayers!" Song Youning waved his hand, signaling him not to make a fuss so as not to alert the enemy.
She had learned this method from the southern border a few years ago. Dagan was a land of outstanding people and fertile land, while the northern border was mostly desert, so it was rare to find such swampy land, and she would not bother to delve into the method.
But the Southern Border is different from the other two. It is surrounded by mountains and is located in a low-lying area. If it rains, the rainwater will naturally flow along the mountains and accumulate in the Southern Border.
If the people in the southern border don't think of ways to save themselves, how can they continue to live?
So she learned this ancient method and recorded it in the Dagan Fengwuzhi. However, this method was of little use to the people of Dagan, so naturally no one cared about it.
She just traveled more and knew more, so it was nothing special.
The sun was just beginning to rise, and although there was some light, the surroundings were still in darkness. There was silence all around, with only the occasional sound of firewood being broken by the bonfire.
Song You looked back at the soldiers hiding in the branches in the woods and nodded slightly. Everything on his side was ready, and he was just waiting for the signal from the King of Zhenbei.
Suddenly, several ghostly black shadows flew in the air above the northern camp. They first jumped down from the top of the tent, and in the blink of an eye they flashed to the granary. Then, smoke curled up from the sky above the granary, and everything in sight was a chaotic white.
Figures leaped in the smoke, and in less than half a moment, the previously silent northern military camp was engulfed by screams and coughs.
Song Youning sat sideways on a slightly thick branch, holding a leaf or root that he had casually torn off a book in his mouth. He looked at the bursts of white eyes that were burning not far away, with a slightly amusement on his lips.
The show is about to begin!
Not long after, the ghostly Flying Shadow Army, relying on their superb lightness skills and unexpected sneak attacks, swaggered out of the Northern Border tent. Their figures were so fast that they seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, and it was impossible to catch up with them with the naked eye!
"The Gan Kingdom has gone too far, daring to attack our military camp at night. I caught them off guard!"
Suddenly, a big man holding a three-foot-long sword and riding a Ferghana horse rushed out from the fence of the northern border tent. Although his clothes seemed to be neatly dressed, it could be seen from the layers of overlapping and messy clothes that he was only maintaining calm on the surface.
It was now mostly light, and a half sun was rising slowly from the west, casting a strange red hue on the sky.
The big guy galloped on his horse, and even from a distance, it was obvious that he was completely enraged.
A chilling and murderous aura enveloped him as he rushed towards Dagan's tent in a hurry, like a wild beast out of control.
The surrounding soldiers also rushed out in droves, and millions of horses galloped forward with the sound of their hooves like thunder, shaking the earth and raising dust that covered the sky and the sun.
Song Youning lazily lay on the top of the tree branch, watching the flourishing and magnificent rare beauty in front of her. If she had not brought paper and pen, she would have drawn this scene as the prologue picture for her next scenic record.
"Your Highness, should we take action now?" General Lin, who was stuck in a tree branch, raised his head and asked Song Youning on the top of the tree. His eyes rolled and glanced at his toes hanging in the air, then he quickly closed his eyes.
What kind of surveillance is this? The supervisor saw him climbing up the tree? The prince didn't tell him to climb the tree!
If he had known that this job required climbing a tree, he would never have come!
Song Youning narrowed his eyes and looked at the northern army surging in the distance. He casually rolled a blade of grass between his teeth, and a lazy arc appeared at the corner of his lips.
There was a hint of weariness in her voice, yet it also revealed a clear understanding of everything:
"Why are you in such a hurry? They haven't gone far yet..."
General Lin, stuck in a tree branch: ...
After a while, Song Youning jumped down from the tree branch, his eyes flashing with coldness, "Let's go, close the net!"
Before he finished speaking, the soldiers on the tree branch fell to the ground like fruits, following Song Youning's footsteps.
It was already bright outside, and the huge military camp seemed empty and deserted. Only a few wounded soldiers were left, leaning against the tents in groups of three or four, revealing a sense of fatigue after the disaster.
"Is your boss gone?"
Song Youning strode into the camp with the broken leaf still in his mouth. He looked calm and relaxed, as if he was walking into his own tent.
The soldiers behind her were all on edge, following closely beside her, looking around vigilantly, fearing that there was an ambush in the dark, especially General Lin, who followed her closely.
A soldier with a broken arm was lying beside the tent, wailing loudly. He heard her movements but was unable to pay attention, still immersed in his own pain.
Song Youning walked forward confidently, stepped on the protruding boulder in front of him, and looked down at the group of remaining soldiers: "Still shouting?"
Her voice was not loud, but it was clear and cold, suppressing the groans: "I'm here to take you away."
In a short while, General Lin tied up the remaining soldiers like dumplings and threw them to the side of the tent. In order to prevent them from starving, he put several layers of naan in each of their mouths.
Song Youning paced slowly in the tent of the northern border commander, her eyes sweeping over the furnishings everywhere, and she couldn't help but feel a bit of ridicule and emotion in her heart. It would be better for her to do a big job!
Look at the northern border, the general’s station at the border, but it has nothing.
In the tent, apart from the hard bread that hurt your teeth, there was also the pungent milk wine, which was so shabby.
How could it compare to her great work - the land is vast and the products are abundant, and even the meals in the army are much more refined.
"Your Highness, the general from the northern border is leading his troops back at full speed! Should we..." Before General Lin finished speaking, a sharp light flashed in Song Youning's eyes.
At this moment, she was sitting leisurely in the enemy camp's commander's tent, looking at the border defense map spread out on the table.
She raised her eyes and turned her gaze towards General Lin standing in the corridor. The corners of her lips curled up slightly, and her voice was like an ice blade breaking through snow:
"No rush, let them come back!"
"The closer they get..."
She twisted her fingertips lightly, as if gathering an invisible noose in the void, "The tighter the noose is, the tighter it will be." Her voice was lingering.
She suddenly changed the subject and her gaze fell on Chuntao who was wearing military uniform behind her. The once pretty girl in palace dress was now wearing silver armor and had her hair tied up, and there was a hint of coldness between her eyebrows.
"Chun Tao!"
Her tone was brisk, as if they were discussing romance rather than the war situation. "Go and send an urgent letter to Lord Li. Tell him to bring back what I want without delay."
Chun Tao was startled when she heard this, and looked troubled. "Your Highness... Lord Li is furious right now. You angered him a few days ago, and they're still in a cold war. How could he come back so easily?"
Song Youning's lips curved into a cunning arc, with a determined light in her eyes. She leaned forward slightly and said in a low voice:
"Of course he'll come back..."
"After all—I've lost my appetite recently, so I'd like to eat something meaty."
She raised her eyelids slightly, and her tone was mixed with a hint of ambiguous smile:
"He has to come back... to cook for me..."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
