"Wanwan."
Seeing Ye Wanshu leaving with the people from Yongning Palace, Gu Tingchen anxiously wanted to stop her, but was stopped by Ji Yuan.
"Gu Erlang, have you thought it through? Should we retreat to Yuzhou, or go to Qizhou for rescue? Of course, you can also choose to kill me."
Gu Tingchen glared at Ji Yuan fiercely, then had to compromise and shouted to the troops of the Pacification Commissioner's Office, "Send an order to help Qizhou immediately."
After saying that, he put away his sword and chased after Ye Wanshu.
The quiet Qizhou official road became lively again. The sound of horse hooves broke through the clouds, and the endless cavalry galloped in the rain all night. At dawn, the troops led by Ye Wanshu finally arrived outside the city of Qizhou.
What caught the eye was the blood-red water flowing out of the city. It was all bloody red at a glance. The pouring rain could not wash away the blood spreading out of the city.
Looking at the piles of corpses in front of the city gate and in the water fort, Ye Wanshu felt a pang of pain in her heart.
In her two lifetimes, she had never seen such a tragic scene. It was also the first time that she personally felt the cruelty of the battlefield. Everyone said that Lin'an was good, but they didn't know that the prosperity there was built on piles of corpses like this.
At this moment, she could probably understand the mood and pride that Xiao Zhang had felt when she said that she would go to the northern border in person to safeguard the glory of the old Marquis Mu for half his life.
"Fu Mingchi."
She shouted anxiously in her heart, jumped off her horse in panic, and rushed into the city.
The scene in the city was even bloodier and more tragic. There were human walls made of corpses everywhere. If you look closely, you can hardly find a complete body. Some of the bodies had their arms chopped off or their waists cut off.
Ye Wanshu led everyone to search hard among the pile of corpses, and suddenly saw a familiar figure at the gate of the inner city.
The man held a silver spear in his hand, his feet seemed to be rooted, standing firmly in the rain, motionless. His slender figure was facing the towering mountain of corpses in front of him, almost blocking Ye Wanshu's entire view.
The scene of the first time she saw him echoed in her mind. Ye Wanshu's eyes kept getting sore. She moved closer step by step and called out with a sob.
"Fu Mingchi."
He seemed to have not heard the movement behind him at all and continued to stand quietly in the same place.
Ye Wanshu walked up to him and looked at his paper-white face, which had already been wrinkled by the rain. His dark eyes remained open and stared straight ahead, and there was no trace of life in his whole body.
"Your Highness."
Zhu Wencai supported Fu Mingchi with a hoarse voice, and He Yanjin had already cried hysterically.
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