There were a lot of footprints in front of the cliff, and the wind was blowing coldly.

Bisha immediately called the military craftsman and asked him to compare the ropes of the Northern Rong people with the rattan ropes commonly used by the royal army, and asked: "The Northern Rong people used this kind of iron rope... We have rattan ropes, can we use the rattan ropes and iron hooks to build a temporary cableway for the soldiers to slide over?"

The craftsman carefully checked the terrain and shook his head: "Our vine ropes can be used to climb the city wall. Building a cableway requires stronger and longer iron cables, which takes time to prepare. It is too risky to use the cableway. If we force the use of vine ropes, many people will die!"

Tanmaraka signaled the craftsmen to retreat and turned around.

Bi Suo rushed forward, "I am willing to take the risk of crossing to chase Haidu Aling and stop him from attacking Gaochang..."

Judging from the traces on the edge of the cliff, Haidu Aling took a risk and a number of his subordinates died before he managed to escape. He could also take a risk and try to catch up with Haidu Aling as soon as possible.

Tanmaraka shook his head, "The terrain is damaged."

Bishuo was startled and turned around to look at the opposite side.

Yes, with Haidu Aling's caution, he will definitely destroy the terrain after reaching the other side to stop the pursuers. Now even if the royal court sends the best craftsmen, it will not be able to build the cableway within a day.

He was sweating profusely. "I will lead the central army south to Sand City to intercept Haidu Aling."

Tanmaraka said expressionlessly: "Too late."

The army immediately set out southward, but its speed could not catch up.

Bi Su wiped the sweat off his forehead.

Haidu Aling's troops marched as fast as lightning. If Li Yaoying had already arrived in Gaochang, Gaochang could always be defended for ten days or half a month, and the royal court would still have time to send reinforcements. If she met the vicious Haidu Aling on the way to Gaochang... the consequences would be unimaginable.

He was extremely anxious. "I can lead the elite vanguard southward and rush to Gaochang as quickly as possible, and let the reinforcements follow!"

Tanmarajiva called Yuanjue and handed him a copper talisman.

"She will take the trade route to Shuicheng. Take your men to chase her first. Once you find her, do not go to Gaochang, but take her directly back to the royal court. If she has already arrived in Gaochang, stay and protect her. If there is any emergency military information, you can ask for help from the surrounding tribes."

Yuan Jue answered yes with a serious expression, then suddenly pulled the reins and galloped south with a dozen riders.

Haidu Aling had already escaped. Gelu stayed behind to search the valley to see if there were any of his subordinates. The others broke camp and returned to the holy city, reporting in detail the military situation over the past few days on the way.

Bisa followed behind, feeling really uneasy. Several generals who were ordered to stay behind found him and asked him about the battle in Sam Valley. He answered a few questions absentmindedly and asked about the situation in the holy city.

One person said: "Although Haidu Aling failed to break out of the valley, many soldiers were killed and wounded. When the news reached the Holy City, the nobles in the city were in a panic. I don't know who took the opportunity to spread rumors, saying that Wakhan Khan personally led his troops to attack, and the army in Sam Valley was completely wiped out. They also said that you were also killed in the battle, and the 100,000 people were killed. The army is already at the gates of the city. Everyone is talking so confidently that I almost believed them! There were several riots in the city. A group of nobles packed up their belongings and cried for their parents to leave the city to avoid the war. It was a mess. Some people even sent private soldiers to attack the city gates. The inner city garrison sent people to ask for help. Haidu Aling is right under our noses. How dare we leave our post without permission? "

Hearing this, Bisha's heart skipped a beat: "Is there a riot in the city?"

The people who spread the rumors must be spies from the Northern Rong. They sneaked into the Holy City in advance and created commotion, hoping to open the city gate from the inside and lure Haidu Aling into the city. If their plan succeeds, the guards like Gelu will definitely send troops back to the city to help, and Haidu Aling will be able to drive straight in!

The man smiled and said, "It's not a big deal. I heard that the monks in the temple came out and the riot was quickly quelled."

Bisha was still worried, but luckily Bamir, who stayed behind at the royal temple, was experienced and handled the situation well, so no disaster occurred.

The army soon returned to the holy city. The sound of trumpets was heard and the people rushed out of the city to welcome the army with baskets of food and jugs of drink. Young girls came forward with bottles of crystal wine, sang songs and scattered flowers.

Men, women, old and young all dressed up in their best clothes, and the whole city was filled with joy and cheers.

Tanmarajiva took Bishā and others to avoid the surging crowds, returned to the city through a secret passage, and went directly to the palace to meet with the ministers.

The Sultan is still alive, and the common people do not find it strange at all. They believe that it is because the Buddha is blessed by God that the Sultan was able to escape death.

The ministers felt differently, they would not believe those legends.

When they entered the hall, they were horrified to see Sultan Gu, dressed in military uniform and looking murderous, standing on the steps. However, when they thought that he had defeated the Northern Rong and the nobles who had harmed him were also killed, they could not help but be overjoyed. They first sang his praises and requested a celebration and a ceremony to present prisoners. Then they tried their best to distance themselves from the former head of the Xue family, and finally hinted that they could take the opportunity to annex the territory of the Northern Rong.

Bi Suo frowned. Just after winning a battle, the ministers became more ambitious.

Tanmarajiva did not make any comment, but sent away the ministers, summoned the generals, calmly handled military affairs, assigned tasks, and directed the troop movements.

"There are many conflicts among the nobles of the Northern Rong tribe. Wakhan Khan was defeated and the coalition forces have been torn apart. Mobido is pursuing the remnants. The other armies should guard the pass strictly. Do not try to wipe out the Northern Rong in one fell swoop. Force them to fight on their own and defeat them one by one."

All the generals agreed in unison. If this were to happen, the Northern Rong would not be able to recover for several years.

As orders were issued one after another, everyone had a plan in mind and followed the orders.

During this time, Bisa looked at Tanmarajiva worriedly, but met his two gazes as cold as snow and dared not say a word.

After all the generals left, Tanmarajiva walked out of the hall, stood in front of the long stairs, and looked down at the magnificent and golden buildings below his feet.

A strong wind blew up in the afternoon, the sky darkened, clouds rolled in, and the palaces were bathed in the twilight. Outside the palace walls, the long streets of Lifang were crowded with people, and the streets were empty. The people came out of their homes to celebrate the victory, and the laughter and joy echoed throughout the holy city.

The whole world rejoices and celebrates together.

People are living happily, but she is in danger.

It was he who changed the plan at the last minute and asked her to leave early.

Because Li Xuanzhen's arrival made him realize that she would eventually leave, Mo Biduo's embrace made him unable to suppress the greed in his heart. When she was sleeping soundly with her head resting on his thighs, he couldn't control the urge to touch her hand.

He had already memorized the scriptures in the book by heart and had fully understood them. He had his own way and did not care about the world's eyes. He walked alone all his life, but in the blink of an eye, the only company he had was just an illusion.

But the bubble is so beautiful and tempting.

His initial tacit consent to let her join the army was just a momentary indulgence on his part.

If he didn't let her go, he didn't know what he would do.

All troubles are guidance, just let them go.

He let the person go, but he couldn't let go of his worry.

The sky was filled with dark clouds, covering the sky and the earth. The momentum was overwhelming, and bright streaks of lightning flashed through the clouds.

The sound of the wind was heard in every street and alley.

Tanmaraka raised his eyes and looked into the dark sky. The wind blew his sleeves, making them rustle.

She was so afraid of Haidu A Ling at first... He asked her to go to Sand City, and she left quietly without asking any questions. In the letter, she only said that she had caused him trouble and thanked him for his understanding.

Faint lights were lit up in various corners of the palace and the inner quarters. The wind was raging, dark clouds were covering the city, thunder was roaring, layers of black clouds were shrouding the city, cold lightning was dancing wildly, and the lights of thousands of homes were all dim.

Tanmaraka gripped his sword tightly and turned around in the howling wind.

A bluish-white lightning tore through the night sky, illuminating the entire sky, as if a giant was hiding in the dark clouds, brandishing a long sword, splitting the entire sky.

The snow-white lightning shone on Tanmarajiva's face, illuminating his scarred face and also reflecting the quietly surging waves in his eyes.

Bi Suo stood in front of him, looked into his deep green eyes, and said, "King, the situation has been decided. I will protect the Holy City..."

He had arranged everything except himself. Now, he should be willful for himself for once.

Deafening thunder exploded in the air, the roof tiles shook, and the earth and sky trembled.

Amid the rumbling thunder, Tanmarajiva quickly leaped down the long steps, mounted his horse, and his tall and straight figure disappeared into the dust, looking lonely and isolated, as if he was going home on the wind.

Bi Suo rushed down the stone steps, and followed him on horseback with several personal soldiers, escorting him out of the city through the alley.

The army has won, and there is no curfew in the city tonight. Bursts of cheerful laughter can be heard from behind the wall. Thunder rumbles, and the clouds are getting lower and lower. It seems that the soldiers on the tower can reach the dark clouds with just a stretch of their hands.

Several fast horses were galloping through the empty alley like sharp arrows, the sound of their hooves was like thunder, and their robes were rustling in the wind.

Bisu waved the bronze talisman towards the guards on the wall, signaling them to notify the guards on the city tower to open the city gate.

Soldiers on the wall ran back and forth holding torches, and the orders spread to the direction of the city gate.

Suddenly, a faint light appeared in front of them, and a fast horse came running towards them. The rider on the horse was dressed as a monk soldier from the royal temple.

"Regent, General!"

The monk soldier galloped in front of the crowd, and before his horse could stop, he clasped his fists and said, "Princess, we have been waiting for a long time."

Bi Suo frowned, slowed down a little, and said, "Tell Princess Chi Ma that I will go to see her tomorrow."

The monk soldier scratched his head and rode after him, "General, it's not Princess Chima...it's Princess Wen Zhao. The princess heard that the regent and the general had returned, so she has been waiting in the royal temple. Now it's getting dark, the court meeting is over, and the regent and the general haven't returned to the royal temple yet, so the princess had no choice but to come here..."

There were sounds of wind, thunder, and horse hooves, as well as flashes of lightning, and the alley was as bright as day.

After Bi Suo had galloped several horse lengths, he realized what the monk had said, and he pulled the reins suddenly, stunned.

After a moment, he whipped his mount hard and caught up with Tanmaragha who was in the front.

"The Regent Princess Wen Zhao is in the Holy City!"

This roar was drowned out by the rumbling thunder. Just when Bishuo thought that Tanmaraka did not hear it, the tall figure suddenly stopped, and the horse raised its hooves and neighed, and stopped.

Tanmarajika turned his head and saw a flash of lightning across the night sky. His face was gloomy, like a Rakshasa. His green eyes were filled with a blood-red color and murderous aura emanated from his body.

Bi Su's heart trembled slightly, not knowing whether she was helping him or harming him. She turned around and asked the monk, "Where is the princess?"

The monk pointed in the direction he came from: "The princess is behind."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of horse hooves thudding in unison came from the wind, the light of fire flickered, and a dozen personal soldiers slowly came over, escorting a woman wrapped in a cloak.

There were flashes of lightning and thunder, streaks of green light followed one after another, light and shadows floated, and the woman rode her horse slowly, as if she had descended from the sky on lightning.

The atmosphere in the corridor was heavy.

Tanmaraka stopped in the middle of the alley, holding the reins in his hands. His figure was motionless, and his presence was like towering mountains.

The woman was oblivious to the undercurrents surging around her. She seemed very happy to see Tanmarajiva and his companions. She urged her horse to gallop forward and walked towards them. The wind blew off her hood, revealing a bright and extraordinary face. Her shiny black hair was covered with a soft sheen under the electric light, as if there was a halo flowing.

She waved to Tanmaraka, her face as bright as a flower: "General Su..."

With a loud bang, a scorching thunder exploded above everyone's head, and the sky collapsed and the earth shook.

There was a sudden crackling sound from the top of the wall, clouds surged, raindrops fell heavily, and a deep rain curtain opened between heaven and earth.

The sound of rain became more and more frequent, and bean-sized raindrops rolled on the roof of the courtyard wall, splashing water in all directions.

The torches were extinguished by the rain, and the corridor was plunged into darkness.

Tanmaraka stood in the rain, letting the rain wash down his face without moving a single wrinkle.

Yao Ying let out a cry, put on her hood, and rode her horse closer to Tanmaragha.

He said nothing, staring at her with his emerald eyes, which reflected the lightning in the sky.

Yao Ying smiled at him: "I have been in the royal court for such a long time, and I rarely see it raining here..."

As she spoke, she took off the cloth bag from her waist and raised her hand to shield Tanmaragha from the rain.

"General, you must be injured, don't get wet..."

The next moment, her breath caught in her throat.

Tanmaraka suddenly leaned over and grabbed her wrist tightly, his fingers burning hot.

Yao Ying was stunned.

The rain was flowing, and he pulled her closer little by little. Yaoying looked up at him, and his hideous scarred face was getting closer and closer to her.

The thunder stopped and the cold raindrops hit Yaoying's eyelids, and she shivered uncontrollably.

Tanmaraka lowered his eyes, held her hand, raised his other hand, pushed aside her long hair, pressed his palm on her neck, and held her in his arms.

He hugged her and slowly closed his eyes.

A few raindrops gathered on his eyelashes, trembling slightly, and finally dripped from the tips of his eyelashes with a click.

Yao Ying rested her forehead against his chest. She was in a trance for a while and couldn't come back to her senses for a long time. Only after a long time did she feel her heart pounding.

His strong arms were around her back, his heartbeat was steady and slow, and his body was as stiff as iron.

The rain is pouring.

The guards in the alley stared at the two men in amazement.

The monk-soldier was shocked and was about to urge his horse forward when Bisuo's remaining light caught sight of him, and he shook his head at him and made a snorting gesture with his hand.

The rain poured down like a waterfall, covering the two of them.

Bi Suo signaled all his personal soldiers to retreat.

All love and affection are impermanent and hard to last. Life is filled with fear, and life is as dangerous as the morning dew. Because of love, there is worry, because of love, there is fear. If you are free from love, there is no worry and no fear.

Obviously, Roga already has a weakness.

It would be useless to interfere on my own, so it would be better to let Luo Jia indulge me before Princess Wen Zhao left.

Wang Ting's personal soldiers retreated, and Yao Ying's personal soldiers looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

First it was Mobito, and then the regent of the royal court... The personal guards thought secretly in their hearts that Alang would be furious.

The cold rain slid in through the collar and flowed over the warm skin, and Yaoying shivered with cold.

The arm around her shoulders immediately let go of her. She raised her head and looked at Tanmaragha who was so close to her. Her eyes were wide open and her face was full of disbelief. There were flashes of shock, confusion, bewilderment and helplessness in her eyes.

This look was just like the first time she saw him eating pure meat, his face was filled with shock, as if he had been struck by lightning.

After that, she would peek at him every time he ate.

Tanmarajiva let go of Yaoying, the bloodshot in his eyes faded away, and he took the cloth bag that she was holding tightly in her hand as if nothing had happened, put on the hood for her and tied the straps.

His movements were natural, as if he just leaned over to take something from her hand and hugged her.

Yaoying became even more dazed, wondering if the hug just now was just an illusion.

"General?"

She called him softly.

Tanmaraka looked away, his wet chin glistening with moisture: "An old injury just now flared up, and I lost my composure for a moment. Please forgive me, Princess."

The voice was dull and low.

Yao Ying frowned slightly and wanted to say something, but Tanmarajiva lightly pinched the horse's belly and drove away.

She looked confused.

When he just hugged her, she suddenly lost consciousness and her heart beat very fast, but he didn't even have a breath disorder. He was completely cold and had a murderous aura. He was completely different from the nervous passion when Mobido hugged her. There was no feeling of passion at all.

Yao Ying was distracted for a moment in the rain, then she held her tent tightly and followed him.

The rain was getting heavier, and the group returned to Wangsi in silence. They were all soaked and went back to their rooms to change clothes.

Bi Su first sent Yao Ying back to where she lived, and told the servants to remember to send charcoal fire and medicine to prevent colds, and then went to see Tanmaragha.

As soon as I walked out of the corridor, I saw a black shadow standing in front of the stone steps. He was soaked, his blue eyes were bloodshot, and there was a hint of red between his brows.

"Why is she in the Holy City?"

He withdrew his gaze, turned and walked into the corridor, asking softly.

It seemed as if he was asking Bisa, but also as if he was asking himself.

Why didn't she leave?

Bi Su followed him and smiled, "Your Majesty, I can't guess what Princess Wen Zhao is thinking. You should ask the princess in person."

Tanmarajiva said nothing. He walked and suddenly stopped, his brows furrowed.

Bi Su was startled and thought to himself that something was wrong, and rushed forward quickly.

Tanmarajiva groaned and spat out a mouthful of blood. A few strands of blood dripped down, staining a spot of his clothes red.

"The Regent..."

Bi Su looked at him, feeling both worried and relieved.

From the moment Li Yaoying left, Luo Jia had been nervous, forbearing and restraining himself, not showing any abnormality, but the blood had been accumulating in his chest. The longer it lasted, the greater the damage. Now that he saw that she was safe and sound, he finally felt relieved and spat out the blood.

Tanmarajiva looked indifferent, wiped away the blood and closed his eyes.

"Nothing."

He said lightly, took a few steps, staggered, and fell to the ground.

Bhissa's face turned pale, he rushed forward and helped Tanmarajiva up. He closed his eyes and lost consciousness.

How can he be fine? He is obviously busy.

Bisha called Bamir, took the unconscious Tanmaraga back to the secret room, and changed his wet clothes.

His body was burning like fire, he was stiff and his consciousness was blurred.

Bi Suo fed him a few pills and made him gulp down a few bowls of soothing soup, but he still had a high fever and was in a state of confusion.

The doctor who knew the situation rushed over to treat the patient overnight, shook his head and sighed, "It's not the effect of the exercise, there's no sign of infatuation."

Bisha was extremely anxious: "What's the reason?"

The doctor said, "The king may be too tired... He is busy with official duties, and he has to be careful all the time on the battlefield. He is exhausted, and he has used martial arts. His body can't bear it. It is also possible that he has been depressed for a long time and it is difficult to relieve it, which has triggered the old illness."

"How to treat it?"

The doctor frowned: "The king must stop using the skills first and take medicine to recuperate. You must rest well these days and keep your mood happy..."

Bisha asked the doctor to prepare the medicine himself, stared at Tanmaraka for a while, and called Bamir.

"Go and invite Princess Wen Zhao."

The author has something to say: “All loving relationships are impermanent and hard to last long…” The whole sentence is a quote from a Buddhist verse.