Chapter 277 Return to the City
At the city gate, a young man with sunken cheeks suddenly snatched the bow and arrow from the soldier's hand.
"Who… are you?"
The young man seemed to have not spoken for a long time, and his voice was awkward, like a broken bellows.
He said, "I am... an archer."
After saying that, he drew his bow.
The soldier lost his voice instantly: "Don't! The soldiers are not close enough, be careful not to shoot one of your own!"
But it's no use trying to stop him now.
The young man was so focused that he could not hear any other sounds.
He took the flying arrow, dipped it in kerosene, and swept it over the torch, causing it to burn fiercely.
Just like that, it dragged its burning tail and rushed straight towards Shen Tu Yu's face.
Shentu Yu reacted quickly, reining in his horse and falling backwards.
The horse fell, and the flaming arrow flew over his head and landed directly on a deputy general behind Shentu Yu.
The deputy general screamed and fell off his horse.
So far!
How did he shoot accurately?
Is there such a sharpshooter in the border town of Huaiyuan?
Shen Tu Yu's pupils widened, and he dared not rush forward any further. He shouted, "Back off! Back off!"
But the archer on the city wall was not finished yet, and he drew his arrow again.
Dip in oil, sweep fire, and shoot out.
Draw the arrow again.
He shot arrow after arrow, as if this was an action that had been deeply ingrained in his bones over the years.
The soldiers on the side were stunned.
On the other side, Shentu Yu was unable to stop Liang Xiang's private soldiers, so he could only retreat with his ordinary soldiers.
Liang Xiang's private soldiers rushed in the front and were ignited by the fire. They could not escape and fell off their horses and rolled on the ground.
Fortunately, Wen Xiang was skilled in horse training, so the horses did not panic and step on their own people.
But fire after fire is already purgatory.
"Retreat! Retreat further, retreat further!" Shen Tu Yu's throat tightened, and each cry became more heartbreaking than the last.
Losing the general was enough to make him angry and upset.
The loss of the fifth prince was even more tragic news.
Now they watched helplessly as the fleeing people of Huan Dynasty rushed into the city gate, but they could not get close at all. The unwillingness of the generals crushed their morale.
They retreated.
They had no choice but to retreat.
Fu Yi, on the other hand, grabbed Cheng Nianying's arm tightly and pulled her into his arms.
The owner's Wenxiang horse actually turned around and went back to his own camp.
Cheng Nianying didn't have time to look at the horses, nor did she have time to continue marveling at Fu Yi's swordsmanship. Her gaze passed over the fire on the ground and finally landed on the tall city gate.
The young man on the city gate collected his arrows and heard the soldier beside him say excitedly, "Oh my God! Where did you learn this archery skill? Those from the Imperial Capital are extraordinary!"
"That's amazing! That's amazing! Teach me, can you teach me?"
The boy twisted his neck stiffly.
This is the first time that the killing technique has been brought into the open.
What I heard was not the condemnation of the "assassin", but the praise and worship of him.
At the gate, Fu Yi was almost at Cheng Nianying's ear when he whispered, "When you're a killer, you always come and go alone, with no one to clean up after you, no one to greet you. When you're an emperor, everyone is at your service. You're never alone again."
Their horses lagged behind a few paces and slowly entered the city gate.
The official, not caring about his manners, rushed over with his hair loose: "Crown Prince! Crown Prince!"
He was so excited that he burst into tears.
The civilians who were brought back were helped down from their horses. Their legs were trembling and their faces were pale, but they still forced themselves to look up at Cheng Nianying.
Then he kowtowed to express his gratitude.
A young man holding a bow and arrow came down from the top of the city wall, followed by soldiers who were chattering and asking for advice on techniques.
The boy's eyes met Cheng Nianying's briefly.
Cheng Nianying recognized his figure and temperament at a glance.
It’s Xiao Dong.
Cheng Nianying looked around again and again. Even Wu Xun was standing beside his horse, his eyes red, looking at her with excitement and admiration.
She seemed to have become the center of the city.
Cheng Nianying licked her lower lip and tasted sand. She had ambushed people in the desert before. The gravel covered her chapped lips. The moment she licked them, they felt dry and puffy, and soon blood oozed out.
But at this moment, Fu Yi suddenly raised his hand to wipe her lips and brushed the dust out of her hair.
Fu Yi hasn't taken medicine for some time. The aroma of medicine on his body has long faded, leaving only a hint of the scent of soapberry after washing clothes.
Cheng Nianying suddenly remembered the incense of Schima superba.
Now that she remembered, she asked, "Did Wu Xun tell you about Mu He using poison in the incense?"
Fu Yi was slightly stunned. He had never expected that she would bring it up at this time.
She had returned victorious, and she should have been immersed in the glittering presence of the crowd. How could she still have the time to chat with him?
It was like one day I was walking on the road and saw a blue flower blooming on the roadside. There was nothing special about the flower, but after seeing him, I suddenly remembered it, so I mentioned it to him.
It's the taste of trivial daily life.
It is an instinct of longing.
This was an experience Fu Yi had never had before.
"I said it." Fu Yi responded softly.
"and you……"
"You won't die." Fu Yi smiled.
"Yeah." Cheng Nianying lowered her eyes and unconsciously touched the wrist that held the reins.
Then they watched together the civilians who had fled back, who were being helped by the soldiers in a desperate state to drink hot water and eat, and listened to their sighs of joy at having survived the disaster.
They rode their horses together through the long street and returned to the government office.
Everyone recognized the third prince.
The Huaiyuan official pointed at the fifth prince in surprise and asked, "Who is he?"
He was dressed in silk and satin, not like an ordinary person.
"The fifth prince of Wenxiang Kingdom." Cheng Nianying spoke.
He even brought back an extra one?
Everyone was so impressed that they didn't know what to say.
"Fifth Prince, is that the prince Liang Xiang wants to support?" Wu Xun reacted quickly and threw the man to the ground.
The fifth prince banged his face, feeling very aggrieved. "Wait... wait a minute... why did you throw only me? I have no intention of rebelling against the Huan Dynasty!"
Cheng Nianying nodded: "That's right."
She raised her hand and pointed at the third prince: "Capture him too."
The Third Prince's expression changed slightly, and his attendant rushed forward crying and shouting to stop him.
But who dares not listen to Cheng Nianying now?
After blocking the attendant, the third prince was pinned to the ground the next moment, accompanying the fifth prince.
The fall was so hard and painful. The third prince grimaced and asked, "Why did the crown prince want to capture me too?"
"There's something wrong with you."
When these words were spoken, everyone else was surprised.
Fu Yi turned his head slightly and waited seriously for Cheng Nianying to continue speaking.
"You and Liang Xiangcai are the same kind of people." Cheng Nianying looked at the third prince and said.
"Because you are the same kind of person, Liang Xiang cannot allow you to ascend the throne. Because you are the same kind of person, although you have borrowed the power of the Huan Dynasty, your inner thoughts are not to submit to the Huan Dynasty."
Cheng Nianying used to be rather rough in judging people, always judging the threat posed by others based solely on their fighting strength.
After stumbling over Fu Yi's problem, he was able to see everything clearly.
"When we left Liang Xiang's tent to rescue the people of the border town, you looked at me with a strange look."
As soon as Cheng Nianying finished speaking, everyone around her looked at the Third Prince, each one with a colder gaze than the other.
The third prince struggled a bit: "If you want to accuse someone, you can always find a pretext."
"Anyway, I've brought you all back to Huan Dynasty now." Cheng Nianying paused, "It's up to me to decide everything."
Hearing these words, the third prince suddenly fell silent.
He twisted his face with difficulty and met the fifth prince's eyes.
The same desire to survive as raising a parasite came over them again at this moment, and they stared at each other with their eyes wide open.
Soldiers quickly came up and dragged them away.
Cheng Nianying turned to look at Fu Yi, and caught a glimpse of the faint blue under his eyes. The words on the tip of her tongue finally turned into a "Take a break."
"good."
Everyone else was busy with their own things, and there was still a lot of things to deal with.
When they arrived at the backyard of the government office, the hot water was already prepared. Cheng Nianying walked in, took off her coat, and went to take a bath first.
Fu Yi stood outside and ordered someone to bring hot soup and food.
They went from Huaiyuan without stopping, rescued the people, and then returned to the city safely. They were so tired, so tired.
But this also further strengthened Fu Yi's thoughts.
It is right for her to be the crown prince.
She thrives in hardship, and no one loves her people more than she does.
"Aying." Fu Yi came to the inner room with a small bowl, but saw Cheng Nianying sleeping leaning against the bathtub.
He immediately put down the bowl in his hand and carried Cheng Nianying out of the bathtub.
Dry her off and change her clothes.
Fu Yi forgot about his hunger for a moment. After taking a quick shower, he lay down next to Cheng Nianying.
He touched the new bruise on her shoulder and then closed his eyes.
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The army dispatched to Huaiyuan by the imperial edict jointly issued by the Secretariat and the Privy Council arrived in the city on the third day, but found no one to greet them.
"Where are the people?"
"Has the city been breached?"
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