Yang's mother looked at her and shook her head slightly.
Song Ning remained silent, standing behind the crowd, trying to minimize her presence.
There are quite a few people at Xianleju today. If we keep checking everyone, Zhang Ping and Uncle Yang will be in danger...
Many people were taken away ahead, all screaming as they were led away; everyone was trembling with fear.
"What is this for?"
A dignified voice rang out. Looking up, a middle-aged man walked in from outside, followed by Qi Liangyuan.
Qi Liangyuan successfully found her in the crowd and nodded slightly.
Song Ning was sweating profusely, and the moment she saw Qi Liangyuan, she finally let out a breath she had been holding in.
Qi Liangyuan brought in the prefect of Qingyang, and although everyone present was from Beiliang, they still gave him face.
However, as they left, their tone was very unfriendly: "Lord Qi, we're giving you face today. If there's a next time, don't blame me for arresting you too."
How much respect can someone who betrays their country for personal gain receive in an enemy nation?
In the eyes of the people of Beiliang, the prefect of Qingyang was not a trustworthy person.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief as soon as the people from Xianleju left.
Song Ning then took a closer look at the prefect of Qingyang, who appeared to be quite scholarly.
It's true that you can't judge a book by its cover. This seemingly gentle and polite gentleman turned out to be a traitor.
Even if he regrets his actions now and tries to atone for his crimes, the imperial court will not let him off the hook once this matter is resolved.
"Alright, let's leave as soon as possible, or something else might happen if we stay any longer."
The city was just about to transport grain and gunpowder out of the city, so Prefect Qi arranged for them to be in the grain transport team.
Once you leave the city, it's not a problem to slip away halfway.
Song Ning turned to look at Qi Liangyuan: "Boss Qi, aren't you coming with us?"
Qi Liangyuan shook his head: "No, if I leave, my brother will be left without anyone."
Although his elder brother had done such a thing, since things had come to this point, as a brother, he could not stand idly by.
"Take care on your journey, I'll be waiting for your good news."
Song Ning didn't try to persuade him further. As long as the grain supply in Yuezhou was secured, the rest would be a matter of time.
The grain delivery team they were following was heading to Yuezhou, presumably to launch a major attack on Yuezhou.
They broke away from the group halfway and were led by Zhang Ping along a side road, speeding towards Yuezhou.
Before they even reached the city gate of Yuezhou, a small group of people approached them.
Upon seeing Zhang Ping, he immediately dismounted and bowed.
Several people's eyes immediately welled up with tears: "General Zhang, you're finally back."
A group of people led them through a hole hidden by grass and quickly led them toward the military camp.
Song Ning pulled Zhang Ping aside and asked, "Do you still have the things I gave you last time?"
Zhang Ping said embarrassedly, "At that time, we couldn't get out of Qingyang. Fearing that the thing would fall into the hands of the enemy, I poured out everything in the bottle."
Upon hearing this, Song Ning didn't say much. She handed him some more and told him to go see Xie Linzhou first while she went to put out the grain in the other tents.
Zhang Ping was taken aback: "Miss Song, aren't you going to see the young master?"
Song Ning shook her head: "I won't go. I still have important things to take care of. I'll talk about it after I finish these important things."
The most important thing right now is the army's food supplies, so Zhang Ping immediately sent someone to take Song Ning to the reserve camp.
Song Ning entered the tent and looked at the man: "Sir, please wait outside for a moment."
The man didn't know what Song Ning was going to do, but since he was brought by General Zhang Ping, he naturally had to treat him with respect.
As soon as the person left, Song Ning quickly released the items from his spatial storage. These included not only the grain that had been intercepted earlier, but also the supplies from the Northern Liang army, all of which Song Ning had taken.
With these, we should be able to last for about six months.
Emerging from the tent, Song Ning pointed inside: "The provisions are all prepared; go and take inventory."
The man was taken aback, then lifted the tent flap and looked inside. The place, which had been empty just moments before, was now filled with grain.
Many people gathered around to watch, their faces filled with disbelief.
Song Ning put these things down and was finally able to catch her breath.
Although she didn't suffer much hardship along the way, she was constantly on edge, fearing that these things wouldn't be delivered.
Now that these things have been safely delivered, she can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Meanwhile, Zhang Ping entered Xie Linzhou's tent and immediately saw his young master lying unconscious on the bed. He immediately began to shed tears.
His young master has really suffered.
"General Zhang, the young master is seriously injured and has been unconscious for some time. He has only been awake for a short while during the day in the last few days."
"What did the doctor say?"
"The doctor said that the wound on his chest was just two inches away from damaging his heart and lungs. Fortunately, our young master is very lucky and survived the injury."
"His life is saved for now, but these injuries will probably take at least a year or two to heal."
Zhang Ping cried his eyes out, tears streaming down his face, and collapsed onto the bedside, sobbing as he said he was late coming home.
However, Xie Linzhou didn't hear a word of his sincerity.
"General Zhang, did we bring back our supplies? The soldiers haven't had a proper meal in a long time."
Zhang Ping quickly wiped away his tears before saying, "Don't worry, the people who came back with me just now brought back food."
Although he never saw any grain or fodder, he trusted Song Ning's abilities.
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a shout came from outside: "Everyone come over here and line up to get the food!"
Cheers erupted outside, instantly creating a lively atmosphere.
The young soldier quickly ran out to check and found that he had indeed brought back grain.
The army cook, looking at the grain, grinned from ear to ear, saying as he set up the pot, "Don't worry, don't worry, we'll have hot food to eat soon!"
The soldiers excitedly scooped up a handful of rice, wishing they could just chew it raw.
Song Ning took out a lot of food that she had stored in her space before, so that everyone could have a little something to eat first.
In addition, he specially took out some milk and gave it to Zhang Ping, asking him to save it for Xie Linzhou to drink.
Song Ning and his companions sat on a slope not far away, watching the soldiers wolf down their food, not even having time to speak.
Da Zhuang sighed, "I used to think that these soldiers were all tough men with iron wills. They were so impressive to go out with their military ranks. But now, seeing them again, I feel quite uneasy."
They're not even as well-fed as they are.
"They look impressive when they fight, but they risk their lives to win those battles. They might lose their lives at any time. They're not as good as us ordinary people."
......
As the group chatted, Zhang Ping walked over.
He hesitated, then asked, "Miss Song... are you really not going to see the young master?"
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