Chapter 433 Clothes Make the Man, Ambiguous Traces
Ji Qingwu turned around and said, "Eunuch Li, please wait here for a moment. I'm going out for a walk."
Li Yuzong said with difficulty, "However, His Majesty specifically instructed this old servant to stay by your side at all times and never leave your side."
Ji Qingwu said, "I don't need anyone to accompany me, and this is in the military camp, so there won't be any problems. Eunuch Li, I just want to go out for some fresh air, I won't go far."
Li Yuzong wanted to say something more, but he couldn't stop Ji Qingwu from leaving quickly. After speaking, her graceful figure disappeared from sight.
As soon as Ji Qingwu stepped outside the tent, he was shivered by the cold wind.
She didn't feel cold inside the tent. Fortunately, the steamed buns she was holding were still hot, and the oil paper kept them warm.
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The drill ground in the Northern Army camp.
Spears stood like a forest, their cold light gleaming, bathing the training ground in a golden-red hue under the rising sun.
At a command given by Vice General Feng Xiang, his voice booming like a bell, he shouted, "Form ranks!"
The soldiers responded in unison, the clanging of their armor like rolling thunder, instantly filling the training ground with a chilling atmosphere.
Ji Qingwu hid in the corner of the training ground, took a bite of the braised pork bun in his hand. It was salty, fragrant and juicy. One bite dispelled the chill of the morning and made him feel alive again.
She secretly rejoiced because, during her elder sister's last childbirth, she had forcibly activated the "off-duty" childbirth system. Fearing that the system might crash and cause her points to become invalid, she had exchanged for a large number of skills.
This includes physical rehabilitation techniques.
Therefore, even after the intense lovemaking last night, Ji Qingwu walked as usual, showing no signs of fatigue.
Ji Qingwu's gaze swept over the soldiers and landed on the imposing figure on the high platform. A slight smile appeared on her lips and a hint of pleasure flashed in her eyes.
Looking at such a handsome face, even the meat bun in my hand seemed to smell even better.
Emperor Wusu was not wearing a cloak today, but a black armor, the coiled dragon on the armor looking lifelike in the sunlight.
Ji Qingwu had to admit that clothes make the man, and even the emperor was no exception.
Donning this armor, he became a majestic and awe-inspiring emperor in the Northern Army, a completely different man from the one who had held her and whispered tenderly to her the night before.
A morning breeze blew by, and a strand of hair at Zhao Mingyan's temple fluttered gently in the wind. Although he was not wearing a cloak, his imposing presence was in no way diminished.
He asked in a cold voice, "What will we practice today?"
Wei Ting was still recovering from his injuries and was not on the battlefield, but rather standing below the emperor.
He stepped forward, clasped his hands in greeting, and replied, "Your Majesty, today we practiced breaking formations."
Zhao Mingyan nodded, casually picked up a long spear from the weapon rack, and with a flick of the spear tip, a cold glint appeared.
At the same time, the soldiers erupted in uncontrollable cheers, as if they had been eagerly anticipating this moment.
Ji Qingwu looked in surprise at the sea of people below the stage, their faces filled with excitement and exhilaration.
Seeing this, Wei Ting smiled helplessly, not because he was practicing breaking formations, but because Emperor Wu Su had picked up a spear.
Wei Ting said, "Your Majesty, everyone has been eagerly awaiting your personal guidance."
Unexpectedly, Emperor Wusu was in such high spirits today. After a moment's thought, Wei Ting realized that it was most likely related to Ji Qingwu. Thinking of this, his breathing became heavier.
Zhao Mingyan casually twirled his spear, and the soldiers below watched him intently, their eyes gleaming.
He said calmly, "Set up the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation."
The Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation was created by combining the Bagua diagram. It has extremely strong defensive and counter-attack capabilities and is especially suitable for long-term stalemate battles.
The generals and soldiers knew that the two sides were evenly matched in the battle against Xijin, and Xijin even had a slight advantage. This battle was bound to be a protracted one.
Upon receiving the order, the commander waved the command flag, the war drums beat, and the soldiers quickly changed formation.
Zhao Mingyan leaped into the formation, his spear moving like a dragon, and wherever it passed, the dummy targets fell to the ground.
His movements were fluid and graceful, his black armor leaving afterimages in the morning light, like a dragon weaving through the formation.
Hiding in the corner, Ji Qingwu was so engrossed in watching that he forgot to chew the bun in his mouth, turning himself into a bun-faced mess.
Zhao Mingyan turned his gun around, his gaze sharp as lightning, and shot it straight in the direction where Ji Qingwu was.
She saw the cold, murderous look in his eyes, her heart tightened, and she was caught off guard by the steamed bun she was eating.
Ji Qingwu quickly patted his chest, finally managing to catch his breath.
She had once thought that the emperor's power was merely an extension of authority. But at this moment, she realized that true majesty stemmed from within him; his awe-inspiring presence inspired awe in all who beheld him.
She had never seen Emperor Wusu on the battlefield, but she imagined that his movements were even more ruthless than in drills, and that a single glance from him could terrify the enemy.
It's been a long time since I've seen him like this.
Ji Qingwu couldn't help but recall the scene when he first met Emperor Wusu in the Empress Dowager's Cining Palace.
At that time, she didn't dare to look up just by hearing his voice, and her whole body trembled.
It's understandable that she would be afraid of such a ruthless emperor who had fought bloody battles on the battlefield and was full of killing intent.
She comforted herself, finding a reasonable explanation for her previous pathetic reaction.
When the bun in her hand was almost cold, she took another bite, her eyes still fixed on Zhao Mingyan's agile figure breaking through the formation, chewing slowly.
As the sunlight bathed the sandy ground of the training ground, Zhao Mingyan put away his gun and stood up, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.
He gazed at the perfectly aligned military formation, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"good."
Upon receiving such praise from the emperor, the soldiers cheered excitedly, and the morale of the Northern Li army soared.
Upon seeing this, Ji Qingwu couldn't help but smile, her eyes crinkling with laughter.
The soldiers were not afraid of hardship or fatigue, nor were they afraid that their efforts would go unnoticed. What they were truly worried about was that their suffering would not benefit the people.
The Liang king of the previous dynasty is a bloody example. He not only ceded territory and paid in real money, but also sacrificed the general who fought to the death to defend the city to the enemy, which completely chilled the hearts of the soldiers.
If you were to ask which part of Northern Li held the emperor in the highest esteem, the answer would undoubtedly be the Northern Li army.
However, among the entire army, only Wei Ting did not show any joy on his face, but was instead lost in thought.
The commander stepped forward and asked, "General, shall we practice the Wild Goose Returning Formation again?"
Normally, Wei Ting would give the orders during drills, but at this moment, he was squinting and staring at the back of Emperor Wu Su's neck.
Wei Ting felt a tightness in his chest, and almost vomited blood again.
There were scratch marks there; yesterday there was only one, caused by the wolves driven by Xijin.
However, at this moment, two faint red marks have appeared on the left side of the old wound.
The person who could get close enough to the emperor and leave a mark on him is self-evident.
Under what circumstances could such an ambiguous mark be left?
Wei Ting's eyes widened in shock, and his heart surged with indescribable emotions.
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