While Mo Yu was writing a prescription in the main hall, he quietly instructed Lian Qiao, "I have some things to take care of for the time being, so I'll leave the decoction to you. She's recovering well, so if she feels unwell in the future, please come to me immediately. According to the current time, the child will be born next spring."
Lian Qiao looked at Tang Chen's door and said, "Then, what happened in the valley..."
Mo Yu suggested, "Qingliang Valley is big, but it's also small. If there's something serious going on, you can't hide it. Rather than letting her speculate and exhaust herself, it's better to just answer whatever she asks."
"clear."
After leaving Tang Chen, Mo Yu rushed to the military camp to meet Li Xinzhai. The deafening sound just now was the sound of war drums assembling the troops in the valley. The drums sounded, and the smoke rose.
Wang Yanzhou, wearing a silver helmet, rode on Baima Mountain, leading an army of ten thousand men to gather at the entrance of Qingliang Valley. Directly in front of them stood the 70,000-man Nanyue army. Today, with the glory of both nations at stake, the first battle was about to begin.
"Finally, is it about to begin?"
Li Xinzhai glanced at Wang Yanzhou, then turned his attention to Mo Yu, who was lying on the horse's back and trying to keep his balance. "You better be careful, don't lose track of friend and foe and end up hurting your own people."
While communicating with the disobedient horse under him, Mo Yu replied angrily: "You don't want to care about me, but you care about others first. You really are a close junior brother. If you want me to take it easy, then you'd better keep an eye on me. I have always been willful."
After the two of them argued for a while to ease the tense atmosphere, Wang Yanzhou turned around and whispered, "Achen, are you okay?"
Mo Yu replied: "She's fine, don't worry. The one you should worry about now is you."
Wang Yanzhou smiled helplessly: "Actually, this is my first time on the battlefield, so I'm a little nervous."
Zhong Qin was just about to say something to Wang Yanzhou when a melodious flute sound came from Qingliang Peak behind everyone to the entrance of the valley.
As both sides were on high alert, the sudden sound of the flute caught everyone's attention. Wang Yanzhou looked back and saw Tang Chen, dressed in a striking red dress, standing on the plank road halfway up Qingliang Peak, playing the flute and looking at him: "Why is she here?"
Mo Yu said with a smile, "Of course I will accompany you to the battlefield. Your Highness, be careful, your wife and children are right behind you!"
Behind the Qingliang Valley army are not only Tang Chen, but also the wives, children and parents of many soldiers. At this moment, they are guarding the land under their feet together with their husbands, brothers and sons.
After Wang Yanzhou calmed himself down, he unsheathed the sword at his waist, raised it above his head, and shouted, "All soldiers, listen to my orders. Protect those behind you to the death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Qingliang Valley army took the initiative and launched the first attack. Seeing this, the archers waiting at various points at the valley entrance raised their arrows and aimed at the enemy coming from Nanyue to invade their homeland.
Tang Chen, standing high above, could clearly see the overall situation of the battle between the two Liang armies, but she had never read military books, and even if she had, she only understood the general idea. She was now regretting it. She should not have come out earlier. It would have been better to wait for news in the mansion. Now that she had appeared, not only did she not understand the situation, but she also made Wang Yanzhou even more worried. On the battlefield, life and death were unpredictable, and the most important thing to avoid was distraction.
In the dense forest not far from the battlefield at the valley entrance, a group of men in black took advantage of the chaos to sneak into the valley. Now, they were hiding in the forest, staring at the figure in red from where the flute sound came from.
The leading black-clad figure confirmed again and again that the woman in red with her escort was none other than Princess Tang Chen of Prince Qingliang. A bloodthirsty smile appeared on his face. "Just when we were worried we couldn't find the real one, she showed up on her own initiative."
The subordinate beside the black-clothed man whispered, "The troops of Qingliang Valley are all on the battlefield now, so we can take advantage of the situation."
The leading man in black waved his hand and said, "Be careful, don't alarm King Qingliang."
"yes."
...Tang Chen also knew that the situation was not peaceful at the moment, so she brought a lot of guards with her when she came out. But what she didn't expect was that her vision in selecting people was really not good.
Although the palace had many elite guards, with so many people, there were always a few who seemed unqualified, and she picked all of them out for fate. These people followed her out of the palace with a lucky mentality, and thus, lost their lives here.
Tang Chen was standing on the plank road, craning her neck to search for Wang Yanzhou in the chaotic crowd, not paying attention to the movements behind her. When she heard some unusual noises and turned around, Lian Qiao suddenly stretched out her arms to protect her behind her: "Madam, be careful!"
The guards who were supposed to be standing beside her were now lying on the ground covered in blood, breathless.
Just as the black-clad man's sword was about to chop Lian Qiao's head, a stone flew out from nowhere and knocked the sword to the ground. Seeing this, Tang Chen quickly hugged Lian Qiao, who had fainted on the ground with his eyes rolled back, and said, "Lian Qiao! Lian Qiao, wake up, Lian Qiao!"
By the time Tang Chen recovered from his shock, the group of black-clad men who had appeared from nowhere had collapsed to the ground. Amidst the corpses on the ground, there was only one chivalrous man wearing a bamboo hat, a coarse linen shirt, holding a jade flute in his hand, and a piece of mutton-fat white jade on his waist.
The knight took off his bamboo hat, wiped the sweat off his head casually, and slowly squatted down in front of Tang Chen, saying: "Huh, am I considered a timely rain?"
Tang Chen pulled his hand out and pinched his thigh hard to make sure that the person in front of him was not a daydream. Then tears fell down: "You, you are back!"
After Yan Shaoqing put the jade flute on his waist, he examined Lian Qiao and said, "Yes, she's back. Lian Qiao just fainted. She'll be fine after a rest."
"I'm glad you're okay," Tang Chen hadn't finished her words when her stomach started churning. If she hadn't reacted quickly, she would have vomited all over Yan Shaoqing.
Yan Shaoqing quickly patted her on the back and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"
Tang Chen wiped his mouth, took a deep breath, and said, "No, it's okay."
Yan Shaoqing glanced at the corpse-strewn plank road and immediately carried the unconscious Lian Qiao on his shoulders. "The bloody smell is too strong here. I'll take you two back first. Do you still have the strength to walk?"
Tang Chen nodded and said, "No problem, ahem!"
"There is no time to lose, let's go back to the palace first."
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