Xiao Liang, who had been quietly bandaging and changing the dressings on Xie Zhuangshui, finished his task with a trepidation and whispered, "General, the artillery is on the way and is expected to arrive tonight."
This artillery issue was a big deal. Without these things, not to mention the change in the current war situation with Daliang, how would he explain to the Emperor of Nanyue and the Grand Tutor when he returned to Nanyue: "Have you found a place to relocate them?"
Xiao Liang replied: "Everything has been arranged properly and is guaranteed to be foolproof."
Xie Zhuangshui gestured to Xie Miao to get him a mirror, then he looked in the mirror and said, "This is a very important matter. If there is even the slightest mistake, you will be beheaded."
"Xiao Liang understands."
At noon, Xie Miao had someone go to the medicine house to greet him, saying that Xie Zhuangshui would come to check on the situation in person. When he arrived with Xiao Liang and the others, all the medicine he needed for his face had already been packed and was just waiting for someone to pick it up.
After Xie Zhuangshui looked at the medicine in the package, he was not in a hurry to use it. He asked Xie Miao to take the things back to the camp first, wanting to let the military doctor take a look before making a conclusion.
After Xie Zhuangshui and Xiao Liang walked around the dilapidated medicine house for a while, they were about to leave when they suddenly stopped and said, "Wait."
Doctor Zhou, the owner of the medicine house, saw that Xie Zhuangshui was about to leave, so he hurriedly bowed and stepped forward to ask, "General, do you have any other instructions?"
Xie Zhuangshui glanced at Xiao Liang, who understood and said, "Doctor Zhou, when did the people in this town disappear?"
Doctor Zhou bowed his head nervously and replied, "Yes, sir, it has been a long time."
Xie Zhuangshui stood at the entrance of the medicine house with his hands behind his back. He jumped up lightly, took down the plaque, and threw it to the ground, shattering it. "A long time? Haha, I can't believe that your small medicine house has no business coming in, but you have a full supply of various medicinal herbs."
Doctor Zhou thought to himself that something was wrong and hurriedly explained, "Your Excellency, you are joking. I don't know that this town is so remote that there is no village or shop nearby. If it weren't for the passing merchants, most of the herbs would be collected by this old man from the nearby mountains. Although there are not many people in the town now, I can only diagnose and identify medicines. I can only rely on these herbs to pass the time. Please understand!"
Xie Zhuangshui stepped on the broken plaque and said, "This general hasn't said anything, but you've explained so much. Come, take this old man away and interrogate him carefully; this medicine house must have a secret."
"yes!"
Doctor Zhou was innocent too. He had only taken them in for a while because he had received some favors from the black market. How could he have encountered such a thing? If this group of unreasonable South Vietnamese people tortured an old man like him to confess, would he still tell the truth? Never mind. This could be figured out as he walked. The first thing to do was to cry out for justice: "Sir, it's unjust, sir, it's unjust!"
That night, Hong Yu followed the carriage carrying the cannon, carefully concealing his presence to avoid detection by the experts guarding the cannon. He curiously observed the massive weapons that had crushed King Qingliang. "These things have never appeared in Nanyue before. And that so-called Grand Tutor, or perhaps even Imperial Tutor? I've only been in Daliang for a few months, how come I've never heard of them before?"
After seeing them hide the artillery in the town's granary, Hong Yu walked away. She wanted to get closer for a closer look, but after only two steps, she cautiously retreated. "I thought they were all gone, but I didn't expect they'd even sent experts to hide in the dark. Well, there's really no point wasting time in a place like this. Anyway, that bastard Mo Yu doesn't remember me, so I might as well stay with Xie Zhuangshui's team. As long as he's still with King Qingliang, there's always a chance we'll meet."
After traveling for several days in a row, Tang Chen and Wang Yanzhou had clearly fallen behind the other two teams in terms of distance.
That night, after Tang Chen slowly closed her eyes, a chaotic array of images appeared before her: wind and sand, scorching sun, peach blossoms lining the trees, corpses strewn across the ground, white snow and red plum blossoms, blood-stained clothing and broken armor. Countless bright and dark images flashed through her mind. These chaotic scenes had appeared countless times in her dreams. Whenever she tried to see who the blood-stained figure, wielding a sword and wearing armor, kneeling among the yellow sand and white bones was, these images would obscure her vision like the wind and sand. The less she could see, the more nervous she became, and the more uncomfortable she felt.
This dream, which she didn't know if it could be called a nightmare, finally left her mind again with the calls.
"Achen, Achen, wake up."
When Tang Chen opened her eyes, Wang Yanzhou was anxiously calling her name. She stared at Wang Yanzhou's eyes for a long time before finally breathing a sigh of relief. The man in her dream wasn't him. So good, it wasn't him.
"Huh, what, what happened? Are there any pursuers?"
The bonfire, which had only sparks left, was now reignited. Inside the cave, Mo Yu added firewood while explaining, "It's not pursuers. Are you having a nightmare?"
Tang Chen glanced at the dark sky outside the cave, and at the people who were watching her every move with concern, before she suddenly realized that she might have been talking in her sleep or sleepwalking again. She remembered her sleepwalking symptoms, which had not appeared since high school. "Ah, did I disturb you? Sorry, sorry!"
Mo Yu put down the firewood in his hand and wiped his hands. He looked at Wang Yanzhou, but his words were fixed on Tang Chen: "Let me take your pulse."
"……Um."
Seeing that Wang Yanzhou didn't express any opinion, Mo Yu extended his hand. After a moment, his brows furrowed slightly. What Wang Yanzhou feared most was seeing someone who was well versed in the art of medicine show this expression in front of him: "How is it?"
"......" After Mo Yu withdrew his hand, he just glanced at Wang Yanzhou without saying anything.
Tang Chen said: "Whether you have something to say or not, just tell me; it doesn't matter if you say it, he won't eat you."
After Mo Yu and Wang Ruo laughed at Tang Chen's words, Mo Yu coughed dryly and put away his smile. He said with a serious expression: "The situation can't be said to be good, but it can't be said to be bad either."
Wang Yanzhou was stunned: "What do you mean?"
Mo Yu didn't explain directly, but simply said to Tang Chen, "Shen Xin and I should have told you before, worrying is the worst thing to do during pregnancy. You already had symptoms of hysteria before you got pregnant, so you should be even more careful now."
Wang Yanzhou said that when it came to worrying, Tang Chen could only count the number of people besides herself who worried her. He didn't know how she had managed to survive when she was held hostage before, and now, she had to travel around with them. He really felt sorry for her.
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