Chapter 15: I Should Be Tied to Him Yan Heng Brings Enough Food and Fodder...
Yan Heng brought a large army with sufficient food and fodder and slowly passed through the thick walls of Shuozhou City.
He turned back from his horse and watched the winding grain cart moving forward steadily, and sighed.
After traveling day and night, we finally returned to the city that day.
Snow began to fall from the sky. Yan Heng looked at the sun which was mostly covered by thick clouds. It was getting late.
Yan Heng rode aside, gestured for the convoy to continue forward, and shouted, "Chang Sui!"
The horse snorted and walked around in place.
Chang Sui walked forward, came to Yan Heng's side, lowered his brows and eyes, and said, "Master."
"I have to go to the West Camp immediately. You take me there and settle me down."
After Yan Heng gave his instructions, he left in a cloud of dust.
He galloped all the way, and when he arrived at the West Camp, it was snowing heavily.
"Welcome back to the camp, General!"
A group of people knelt down, and the generals' voices were like loud bells, echoing far away.
The leader was a deputy general named Zhang. Yan Heng went up and helped him up. "Thank you for your hard work these days, Deputy General Zhang." After showing sympathy for his subordinate, he said briefly, "Enough small talk. We can't miss the time for the military roll call. Let's go."
As the backbone, he walked in front of everyone, taking steady and quick steps.
Inside the camp, drills are in full swing.
After several rounds of fighting and wrestling, the drums beat faster and faster along with the soldiers' steps.
At a spear competition venue, Yan Heng stopped and watched for a moment with admiration. Seeing the general, the two soldiers became more brave. In the end, one of them was defeated and knocked to the ground.
Yan Heng nodded, patted the winner's arm, and praised: "Good boy!"
The soldiers saluted excitedly. Yan Heng was about to speak, trying to encourage others with his own words, when he saw the new officer Wang Kangan step forward and saluted Yan Heng in a pretentious manner.
Deputy General Zhang asked, "What's the matter?"
"General, there is a magnificent sight to the west of the camp. Please move there."
Before Yan Heng could speak, Lieutenant General Zhang took the lead and asked, "Oh? Is it He Jing?"
Yan Heng paused, and watched them singing the same tune without any expression, feeling a subtle dissatisfaction in his heart.
Then Lieutenant General Zhang said to him as if to seek credit: "General, why don't you go and find out what's going on?"
Stupid thing.
Yan Heng sneered in his heart, thinking that Wang Kangan was a very popular person.
It would be fine if he just took a nominal position, but he asked for money and actually put it in front of his eyes.
He gave Deputy General Zhang a deep look, which made his hair stand on end. When he felt uneasy, he saw Yan Heng readily accepting his suggestion and said, "Okay."
Then he slowly praised the soldiers who had just been rewarded, and then walked towards the west of the camp.
There weren't many competition items at the west end. Yan Heng listened to the dense drumbeats from afar and wondered what they were up to to curry favor.
The soldiers were starving, and he was exhausted from the journey, yet these people were simply trying to please him. He usually didn't reveal his preferences, so if they could really find him, he would be quite capable.
He was indeed not incorruptible, Yan Heng thought expressionlessly, but it was not the turn of these people to probe him.
As he was thinking this, he looked up and saw a group of dancers in black and red dancing with swords in front of the soldiers lined up in the distance. They actually had a certain awe-inspiring aura of decisiveness and killing.
Then I saw a person standing alone on the bulge in the middle. Her clothes were different from everyone else's, her posture was like a swimming dragon, and her movements were closely matched with the drum beats, as if they came from her. When I looked closely, I saw that there was a drum under her feet.
Yan Heng was suspicious for a moment. Was his previous show of flattery just the icing on the cake? Was it just asking a dancer to dance?
Yan Heng had excellent eyesight and he walked as he thought. After taking two steps closer, he saw that the woman on the drum was barefoot.
He frowned. He always disapproved of making trouble for servants. Seeing this scene, he felt it was uncomfortable. Just as he was about to open his mouth to scold, his heart suddenly skipped a beat and an idea came to his mind.
His breathing became rapid and Yan Heng stopped.
Seeing that he looked unhappy, everyone was in a state of confusion. Lieutenant General Zhang bravely called out, "General?"
Yan Heng turned a deaf ear and forced himself to look up.
The person on the drum was still dancing, his movements extremely passionate, like a fire burning in winter, igniting morale while also seeming to be burning his own life.
With just one spin, Yan Heng saw the face clearly.
That face that haunted his dreams, that he hated but could not get.
Ji Yunchan.
She was thinly dressed, with seductive makeup on her face, and her expression was pale and sad.
Yan Heng felt a pain in his heart and ran over so fast that he was almost in a panic.
The closer I get, the more frightened I feel.
Until they arrived in front of the drum that was as tall as a person.
The thin man was wearing thin clothes, as if he was dancing with his life. The beginning of each movement showed that he was exhausted, but he was like a dying butterfly, flapping its wings desperately.
The broken snow stirred up by the drum flew up and landed on Yan Heng.
He couldn't bear to watch this scene.
Yan Heng's voice trembled as he said in a deep voice, "Ji Yunchan... come down."
......
Ji Yunchan was in a trance when she heard someone calling her from beyond the wind and snow.
It sounded like her Ah Heng.
The rotation amplitude became smaller and smaller, and she couldn't help but sway and stopped.
It’s Ah Heng.
Her Ah Heng was right in front of her, looking at her intently.
But his expression looked a little unhappy.
For a moment, Ji Yunchan seemed to have returned to the night of the palace banquet when she was sick.
Ah Heng's brows were also furrowed because he was worried about her.
Ji Yunchan smiled, wanting to tell him that she was fine, and wanted to reach out and smooth his brows.
So she really reached out her hand.
Like a moth flying into the fire, it fluttered and fell.
......
Yan Heng's pupils shrank slightly and he caught the person.
When the person was in his arms, Yan Heng almost felt like he was holding a piece of ice.
So cool.
"Ji Yunchan?" Yan Heng called.
The person in front of him didn't react at all.
"...Ji Yunchan?"
Yan Heng waited for a moment, his heart sinking.
His fingers trembled, and he grabbed her wrist twice before reaching out.
Only when I felt the weak but still beating pulse did my heart seem to beat again.
The skirt she wore was as thin as gauze, with only a single layer of clothing underneath.
Her waist, which was already so thin that it could be grasped with one hand, felt even thinner when held in the palm of his hand. When he held her in his arms, he could feel that her body was even thinner than before.
It's so light that it seems like it will melt away with the wind.
Yan Heng took off his cloak and draped it over the person in his arms.
He just held her like that and turned around.
His face was as gloomy as water, and the air pressure around him was like the center of a storm.
Lieutenant General Zhang felt a surge of fear in his heart. At this point, he felt that he had been badly betrayed by Wang Kangan.
They said that this girl had a grudge against the general and was venting his anger...how could there be any grudge at all!
While feeling regretful, I recalled the profound advice the general gave me when he pointed this man out to be his subordinate... It wasn't about being optimistic about him, it was about being on guard against him!
Cold sweat suddenly broke out, and Lieutenant General Zhang fell to his knees with a bang.
He touched his head to the ground, regretting his decision too late: "I am guilty of capital crime. Please punish me, General."
Wang Kangan was standing to one side, and he felt the gazes falling on him were murderous.
His legs were almost shaking, and he knelt down and begged for mercy: "Please punish me, General."
"Prince Wang."
Yan Heng spoke slowly, as if the god of death had arrived.
Wang Kang'an's heart rose to his throat, and he trembled: "I'm here."
"Subordinates?" Yan Heng laughed in anger. "The prefect has repeatedly tested and provoked me. This general cannot afford subordinates like him."
All his previous disdain had turned into fear. Wang Kangan kept his head pressed to the ground, his suave demeanor completely gone, and he couldn't even speak coherently: "I didn't... I didn't mean that."
Yan Heng ignored him and condescended to ask, "Since you're asking about me, could you also ask about my temper and reputation?"
He really knew...
Wang Kangan was terrified, "Villain, villain..."
Keep your word and never suffer any loss.
But he didn't dare to say it out loud.
Now is not a good time to settle accounts. Yan Heng glanced coldly at the person on the ground.
He carried Ji Yunchan away and left, leaving a sentence as he passed by him: "Since you know she is mine, only I can move her."
Wang Kangan touched the ground with his head, and waited for Yan Heng to leave for a long time before he finally collapsed to the ground.
......
The flying geese splashed the snow, and the oncoming wind condensed into a heart-breaking sword.
The distance between the western suburbs military camp and the general's residence in the east of the city frightened him. Yan Heng hugged the person in his arms and held the reins tightly. He ran the distance of two hours in less than a quarter.
After getting off the horse, Yan Heng carried the unconscious Ji Yunchan and walked quickly towards the mansion gate, but met an unexpected person.
He was the scholar who had been very close to Ji Yunchan.
Zheng Yongru often waited in wait at the general's residence when he saw someone riding a horse. Upon closer inspection, he found that it was General Yan himself.
He was actually crouched down. His efforts paid off. He took two steps forward and said, "General Yan..."
But the man who came had a worried look on his face. Upon closer inspection, he realized that the pale person in his arms was none other than Miss Ji.
He was horrified, "Miss Ji..."
Yan Heng tightened his grip on the person, walked past him expressionlessly, and entered the mansion.
The door of the general's mansion was slammed shut from the inside, and along with it, Zheng Yong's luck and hope were also closed.
......
Yan Heng carried the person along as he hurried along, and as he walked, he ordered in a deep voice, "Come in, Doctor Li!"
Passing through the hall and the waterside pavilion, we arrived at the main house.
He gently put the person down and said to the servants and maids who came to meet him:
"Bring me some hot water bottles."
"The more vigorously the earth dragon burns, the better."
"Get some extra thick quilts."
The servants dispersed to prepare. Yan Heng grasped Ji Yunchan's hand and felt a piercing chill.
He awkwardly called her, "Yuanyuan."
No one responded to him.
The young man lowered his head, held the pair of hands covered with red and purple chilblains, and placed them against his cheeks.
He repeated as if heartbroken: "Yuanyuan."
He went to see her expression.
Ji Yunchan was lying on the bed with her eyes closed and the corners of her mouth slightly raised, as if she was dreaming from which she would never wake up.
There is no cold, no bitterness, and no pain in dreams.
The seductive makeup concealed her original face, revealing her sacrificial beauty.
Yan Heng found it dazzling.
The moon that he had held in his hand since childhood should be tied to his side even if it turned into Chang'e, instead of leaving him casually, no matter whether it went to heaven or the wilderness.
The maid gently put another thick quilt on Ji Yunchan and stuffed several hot water bottles into the quilt.
Yan Heng rubbed her cheek with his fingertips, leaving a rouge mark.
She ordered the maid who was about to leave: "Wipe her face."
The maid responded, wrung out the warm handkerchief, and carefully wiped away the heavy makeup on Ji Yunchan's face, revealing her pale little face like an orchid.
The lip balm faded and the lips turned pale.
Yan Heng's heart was torn. All the memories of Ji Yunchan in the past, such as her smiling face, frowning brows, and looking back, which he had been keeping secret, came flooding back to him.
How could I forget? I can't forget it at all.
Yan Heng threaded his ten fingers through the pair of hands that he had restrained himself from touching before and held them tightly.
Ji Yunchan should be tied to him.
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