"And Achu," Zhao Song's voice suddenly became a little deeper. He walked forward slowly and whispered, "I have a few words to say. Please help me pass them on to her."
When the soldiers saw him coming forward, everyone put their hands on the hilt of their swords and stood ready for battle. However, when Yan Xun heard this, he slightly turned sideways and even took a step forward.
"Tell her I..."
At this moment, a muffled sound suddenly came, and a huge pain came from the chest. Zhao Song suddenly pounced forward and stabbed the dagger in Yan Xun's chest!
"Your Highness!"
"Young Master!"
"Kill the assassin!"
Zhao Song's face was grim. He pulled out the dagger and swung it down again, heading straight for Yan Xun's heart!
In the distance, the other guards were still far away. Yan Xun held the short knife in his hand, tiptoed, and took a step back quickly. Unfortunately, the wound on his chest was bleeding too quickly, and his feet were weak, allowing Zhao Song to catch up with him half a body length in an instant.
It happened in a flash. Seeing that Zhao Song's dagger was about to pierce Yan Xun's heart, the man raised the dagger in his hand immediately. With just a horizontal pull, he could cut Zhao Song's throat. In an instant, all the past moments replayed before his eyes, those difficult years, the rough past, the young man in desperate situation and the pride of the royal family. In a flash, Yan Xun turned his wrist, and the blade of the dagger immediately slashed across Zhao Song's arm holding the dagger, and cut off fiercely from the shoulder!
With a crisp sound, the dagger fell to the ground, along with a gushing blood mist and a living arm!
"Ah!" A shrill scream suddenly rang out, and Zhao Song fell to the ground, his body curled up, struggling and screaming while holding his broken arm!
Yan Xun also fell to the ground, with a large amount of blood gushing out from the wound on his chest. The guards rushed forward in a panic. Miss Yu had a stern look on her face. Just as she was about to speak, a cry was heard from the grain cart. A soldier in a loose military uniform ran forward crying. It turned out to be the Princess of Daxia who had followed the Yanbei Army all the way - Zhao Chun'er!
Miss Yu's face darkened and she said sternly, "Call a doctor immediately. Someone, chop these two off for me!"
"Wait!" The deep voice said with difficulty. Yan Xun frowned, his face was pale, and he was dying. He spoke slowly, word by word, "Let them go!"
Everyone was stunned, and Ah Jing shouted, "Your Highness!"
"I said...let them go!"
Ah Jing wanted to say something else, but Miss Yu stopped him in time. She lowered her head and said to Yan Xun, "Young Master, I will arrange for someone to send them back to Zhenhuang City."
Yan Xun nodded slowly, then his head tilted and he fainted.
"Your Highness!" Ah Jing shouted, turned around and walked towards Zhao Song with his sword in hand.
Miss Yu grabbed him and said in a deep voice, "Do you want me to break my promise to His Highness?"
Ah Jing was stunned and cried out aggrievedly: "Girl?"
"Come here, prepare the carriages and horses, select ten people, and send these two back. Treat his wounds, and don't let him die on the road."
The guards reluctantly went down to prepare. Zhao Chun'er held Zhao Song, who was covered in blood and unconscious, with a look of horror and confusion on her face. This thin girl seemed to have been frightened silly.
Miss Yu followed everyone into the big tent. She no longer looked at the two people outside and walked to Yan Xun's bed. She saw that the man had a frown on his face and his face was pale. His situation was very dangerous.
The military doctor was quickly called in. The old man looked at the patient for a while, raised his head, glanced at the people in the field, and finally stopped at Miss Yu's face. He said in a deep voice: "The lung was stabbed. The wound is very deep. I am not sure."
Miss Yu looked at the old man and said firmly: "Young Master must not be in trouble. Sir, you must be sure."
The old man frowned, thought for a long time, and finally sighed, "I'll do my best."
On the official post road from Ximaliang to Liuhe County, a group of people were waiting quietly. The moonlight in the sky was dim and bleak, and the white moonlight shone on the group of people below. The team of more than 10,000 people was completely silent, without a single sound. Everyone was looking towards the official road to the east, as if waiting for something.
As soon as Miss Yu entered the tent, several men inside stood up immediately. The woman frowned, but her tone was as calm as ever, "Is there any news coming back?"
"Not yet," a man in a scholar's green shirt stood up. He had a clear face, was slightly thin, and had a slightly dark yellow complexion. He said, "Miss, don't worry. Since Mr. Wu asked us to wait here, I believe nothing will go wrong."
"I'm not worried about an ambush," the woman looked pale, with dark circles around her eyes, and it was obvious that she hadn't had a good rest for a long time. She sat on the corner of her left hand while rubbing her temple, and said in a deep voice: "We have scouts and scouts within a radius of thirty miles. I am worried about the young master's injury. Fortunately, Dao Ya arrived in time, otherwise I really don't know what use those quack doctors would be!"
The other people also had gloomy faces. Yan Xun was seriously injured, but refused to leave Ximaliang. When the team was halfway through the journey, the unconscious patient woke up, forced himself out of the car, mounted his horse and ran back to Bieyapo. This was the first time that everyone present had seen this iron-blooded master being so stubborn and willful. At this time, everyone was feeling uneasy, and no one even had the mood to talk.
Miss Yu sighed and said to the man in green, "Kong Ru, how many men and horses did Daoya bring? Have they been settled?"
"Bring 3,000 reinforcements. Actually, you have already entered the jurisdiction of Yanbei. The governor of Liuhe County is Mr. Meng, the Southwest Finance and Grain Envoy of our Datong Guild."
Miss Yu raised her eyebrows and asked in confusion, "Isn't Mr. Meng a private school teacher in the county magistrate's mansion? When did he become the county magistrate?"
Kong Ru smiled and said, "Liuhe County is a small county, no wonder the young lady didn't know about it. The last Yanbei chief sent by Zhenhuang City was a greedy guy who sold official positions and titles as soon as he took office. Sir, you spent a lot of money to buy official positions in various counties along the way from the imperial capital to Yanbei, all for today."
"Girl!" There was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the door. Miss Yu hurriedly stepped forward and pulled open the curtain of the tent. Bian Cang jumped off his horse breathlessly and said, "The master said that we should stay where we are and wait for him and His Highness to come back."
Miss Yu frowned, but finally nodded and said, "Take two hundred men and horses back. If there is anything, report back immediately."
"yes!"
Just as Bian Cang was about to leave, Miss Yu suddenly remembered something and hurriedly called out, "Bian Cang, who will A Jing arrange to escort the Thirteenth Prince of Da Xia back?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of the people behind him suddenly turned ugly, and even the guards guarding the door showed a trace of anger. The members of these major guilds all came from poor and humble families. Some were from declining clans, some were lowly commoners, and most were slaves of lowly status. Daxia had a strict hierarchy and had been practicing tyranny for years. The people and the court were alienated, and those living at the bottom of society were full of resentment towards Daxia. Now, the prince of Daxia has seriously injured his master, but left safely. Everyone in the military camp is filled with resentment.
Bian Cang knew that it was not appropriate to bring this up at this time, so he deliberately said nonchalantly: "I'm not sure either, let's wait for Ah Jing to come back and ask her in detail."
Unexpectedly, Miss Yu raised her eyebrows and said in a sharp voice: "Nonsense! If I can wait until he comes back, why would I need to ask you?"
Bian Cang’s face turned red and he rubbed his hands nervously. In front of the most prestigious leader of the Datong Guild, he still didn't dare to be too careless, so he could only mutter: "A Jing seems to have selected ten people from the twelfth battalion."
Miss Yu continued to ask, "Did Ah Jing order it herself?"
"Ah?" Bian Cang was stunned, then said vaguely, "Yes, right."
"Is it or isn't it?"
"Yes," Bian Cang said immediately, "he ordered it himself."
Miss Yu let out a long sigh and said with relief, "That's good."
"Girl, I'll leave first then?"
"Go ahead."
With the sound of horse hooves, Bian Cang's fast horses left the main tent and immediately came to the military camp. He selected two small teams and headed towards the Bieya Slope of Ximaliang.
The moon is as cool as water, and the air becomes increasingly cold and silent. Many times, what changes history is just a small lie. The person who said it didn't care, and the person who heard it didn't take it to heart. Those little things are like a grain of sand thrown into a river in the face of so many earth-shaking events, and no one will pay attention to them. However, in an ignored corner, that tiny grain of sand miraculously flowed into the gate that blocked the flood, and became the last grain of sand that broke the gate. As a result, the gate was destroyed, and the flood came. People panicked in the face of the disaster and cursed the injustice of heaven, but they didn't know that the disaster was taking root in their own hands.
Bian Cang didn't know that A Jing didn't personally select the troops to escort Zhao Song that night. He was panicked by the assassination of Yan Xun and handed this insignificant task to his subordinates in a panic. His subordinate was a warrior with extraordinary martial arts skills, who could wield a 200-jin broadsword. This skilled man felt that it was an insult to his ability that Guard Captain Ajing had assigned him this insignificant task, so he waved his hand and shouted: Whoever wants to go, go!
As a result, those warriors who had been oppressed for half their lives, whose family members had died tragically at the hands of the empire and who had deep hatred for the Great Xia Dynasty, vied with each other for this mission.
Finally, the ten warriors with the loudest voices, the most resolute attitudes, and the most tenacious eyes were awarded this honor and took on this great task, escorting Zhao Song and Zhao Chun'er all the way back to the imperial capital of Zhenhuang.
Everything took a turn here.
Career, love, and even destiny. "Young Master," Wu Daoya walked up the hillside slowly, wearing a green cape, with clear eyebrows and frosty temples. His steps were still very steady, and he said in a hoarse voice, "It's windy here, let's go back to the tent and wait."
"No need," a low voice sounded slowly, like a cold wind blowing through the forest, carrying such deep fatigue and heaviness. The weather was not that cold, but Yan Xun still wore a white fur coat, with a sable tail curled around his neck, making his face look even paler and bloodless. He leaned on a recliner made from a stretcher, his legs covered with a thick white satin quilt, and sighed softly, "It's been many years since I've been able to enjoy the Yanbei wind."
He didn't finish his words, but Wu Daoya knew what he was referring to when he said "many years ago". Mr. Wu nodded and agreed, "Yes, for many years."
Yan Xun suddenly laughed softly and said, "When we were in the imperial capital, I always told Ah Chu that the wind in Yanbei was sweet because it smelled like the snow lotus on Huihui Mountain. But now, I can't smell it anymore. If she comes, she will definitely blame me for lying to her."