The sound of ink breaking rang out, and Qin Zhaoyue suddenly came to her senses, almost stumbling.
Fortunately, there were already a dozen or so Imperial Guards waiting around the destination. They worked together to take the wooden stake and plunged it into the water with the pointed end facing down.
A deep pit has been dug underwater. We adjusted the position, pushed the pole in, filled it with soil and stones, and tamped it down.
Insert the prefabricated frame into the pre-cut slots on all four sides, and then reinforce it.
Two wooden stakes were placed one zhang apart on the left and right, and then ropes and rollers were set up, supplemented by a wooden raft, forming a simple transportation tool.
Simply place the materials on a raft on a high slope and pull the rope to easily transport them to the vicinity of the riverbank.
Four such teleportation devices are expected to be needed, so Qin Zhaoyue naturally doesn't need to do anything else. A dozen or so strong imperial guards worked together to carry them across the water.
Qin Zhaoyue didn't sit idle either; after returning, she continued to move stones.
Even the "Princess" personally took charge, so what reason did the laborers have to be lazy? Before long, they were all doing their jobs under the arrangement.
An hour later, Qin Zhaoyue could no longer hold on. Her internal energy was almost completely depleted, and her body inside the armor was soaked with sweat and river water.
"Your Highness, please rest."
This time, Qin Zhaoyue did not refuse and made her way back to the camp.
The moment the curtain closed, he fell to the ground.
Sui Mo hurriedly helped him up and immediately worked together with Mo Yi to remove the helmet.
Damp, tousled hair clung to his forehead, beads of sweat slid down his brow bone, falling between his eyelashes and condensing into tiny glimmers of light.
Her cheeks were flushed, and glistening water droplets glistened on the tip of her nose, as if the tips of a spring peach were bent low by the morning mist.
He was panting heavily, his eyes were half-closed, and he couldn't muster any strength at all.
Just then, two figures arrived together, namely two Xuanji Guards who had rushed over: Partridge Feather and Canglan.
Having just entered the camp and paid my respects to Lord Yinzhe, I was so shocked by the news that day that I rushed here to pay my respects.
"Greetings, Your Highness!"
Qin Zhaoyue, panting heavily, barely managed to lift her eyes. "Heh, you timed it perfectly, huh? Rushing to collect my and my elder sister's corpses, huh?"
Part Yu:......
Canglan: ...
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