Chapter 162

This development was something Lu Linyuan had not expected.

His first reaction was not even to be shocked that Princess Dayue wanted to thank Chuji for marrying her, but to calmly take a look at Xie Chuji's clothes, and then look at his own.

His outfit was obviously much better looking than Xie Chuji's, wasn't it?

Xie Chuji was overwhelmed by this matter. When Hanguli looked at her shyly again, she quickly bowed and avoided the eager gaze, "Thank you for your love, but I... can't agree to your request."

Hanguli's eyes were more sad. King Dayue was obviously a protective daughter. He immediately blew his beard and glared at her, "Why, do you still think that my darling is not worthy of you?"

Xie Chuji said no, "The princess is so beautiful, I dare not marry her."

King Dayue wanted to say something threatening, but Hanguli stopped him with a gesture. She looked at Xie Chuji sincerely and said, "Hanguli admires you very much, May I ask if you rejected Hanguli because you have a lover?"

Xie Chuji shook his head awkwardly.

When Hanguli heard that she had no lover, her eyes were suddenly filled with joy: "Then why did you reject Hanguli?"

Xie Chuji thought of a excuse: "It's really... too sudden."

Hanguli said: "There is no rush to get married, you can stay in Dayue for a while, feelings are developed by getting along with each other..."

Xie Chuji asked: "Princess and I are just meeting for the first time, may I ask what you like about me?"

Hanguli was a little shy, looking at her handsome and gentle face full of bookish air, she said: "Sir, you are well-read and eloquent, I admire you very much."

Xie Chuji quickly pointed to Lu Linyuan on the side: "I am just a repeater, those words were said by this young man."

Hanguli looked at Lu Linyuan with some suspicion.

When Lu Linyuan learned that Hanguli was going to marry Xie Chuji, he fell into deep self-doubt. Now, because he couldn't understand Dayue Mandarin, he didn't know what Xie Chuji was talking to Hanguli, so he looked particularly confused. His

appearance was naturally the best, but Hanguli fell in love with Xie Chuji first, and when she looked at Lu Linyuan, she felt that Xie Chuji was better than Lu Linyuan in every way.

In addition, Lu Linyuan looked confused and shocked at the moment, as if he was the stupid son of a landlord.

She frowned unhappily and said, "Even if you don't like Hanguli, you don't have to push Hanguli to someone else with such an excuse."

Xie Chuji said anxiously, "Thank you for your kindness, Princess, but I... really can't agree to it."

King Dayue pressed him, "Since you don't have a lover, you just think that my son fell in love with you too suddenly. My son also said that he would spend some time with you to cultivate our relationship. Tell me, is there anything you can't agree to?"

Xie Chuji had been learning the teachings of Confucius and Mencius since she was a child. She couldn't learn the tricks of military strategy, but she also knew that truth would come out sooner or later. She didn't expect that she had been deceiving King Dayue and his daughter. So she untied her bun, and her three thousand black hair fell down.

She tucked her broken hair behind her ears, twirled away the makeup on her earlobes to cover her piercings, and used a silk handkerchief to wipe away the thick eyebrows she had drawn on before leaving, revealing her original slender willow-leaf eyebrows.

Dayue King and Hanguli were both surprised.

Hanguli exclaimed: "You...you are actually a girl!"

Xie Chuji nodded and said: "During the chaos of war, I had to dress as a man for convenience on the road. I hope the king and princess will forgive me."

King Dayue was so angry that he blew his beard and glared. After Hanguli was shocked, she looked at Xie Chuji with more admiration: "My teacher said that in your Daxuan, 'women without talent are virtuous'. Even if they are the emperor's daughters, knowledge is not valued. As long as they are good at needlework, it's enough. You are a woman, but you are so talented. Hanguli really admires you."

Xie Chuji said: "This sentence also has the first line 'Men with virtue are talented'. It is the teaching of the predecessors to enlighten the world For people, virtue is more important than talent. It does not mean that talent is not necessary for educating women. "

Hanguli said happily: "So this is the correct answer to this sentence. Can the lady stay in Dayue to be Hanuli's teacher for a year and teach Hanuli to learn the culture of the Middle Earth?"

Xie Chuji was a little hesitant. Hanuli said again: "If you find it difficult to refuse, it's okay. Dayue will definitely send troops to help. Hanuli still understands the principle of lips and teeth being cold. Before meeting the lady, Hanuli admired Miss Chu of your Daxuan the most. Now Hanuli also admires you. "

It's just a year, it's good to stay in Dayue to see more local customs and practices.

Xie Chuji's lips curved, hiding the bitterness very well, she said: "It is my honor to be recognized by the princess, and I am willing to stay in Dayue."

The troops were borrowed, and what remained was a hard battle. Xie Chuji could not help much if she returned, and there were many inconveniences on the way. On the way back, Lu Linyuan was alone.

When leaving Dayue capital with the reinforcements, Lu Linyuan looked at the palace in the distance, and felt that there was a place in his heart that was extremely empty, just like the day he got drunk when he learned that Jiang Yanyi married Feng Shuo.

In this life, he and Hanguli only met once, and he thought that there would be no intersection in the future.

He knew that this ending couldn't be better. Daxuan was still there, Dayue would not perish, and many people he cared about would not have to die.

But everyone had their own new life, and he couldn't start over.

He still had memories of the past. He had experienced life and death with those people, and even promised them the afterlife. They would always be a heavy weight in his heart.

It's not a good feeling to be the only one in the world who remembers an absurd past life. The people you are grateful for, guilty about, and miss are only those people in your past life. These people in this life are them, or maybe not them.

No one understands your sorrows and joys. After going around in circles and ending your life, you are still alone.

The snow fell on his shoulders. Lu Linyuan sat on the horse and suddenly smiled coldly. He turned his horse and walked into the white snow. Only a string of horse hoof prints were left on the long street.

The north wind blew and it was bone-chilling.

There was a strong snowstorm at night. It was dark everywhere. The people who went to Yuzhou for refuge had been traveling all day and had just experienced a raid this morning. They were all exhausted.

The guards of Anfu organized young men to take turns to keep watch. One was to prevent wolves from having no food in the mountains in winter, and the other was to prevent the scattered Turkic cavalry from bypassing the territory of Dayue.

An iron pot was placed above the fire, and the people boiled the snowballs directly into water, scooped up a bowl of boiling water, soaked a piece of instant noodles, picked up the prepared oil sauce from the bamboo tube with a wooden chopstick, and then had a bowl of fragrant and hot noodles.

The blacksmith was previously in charge of the noodle shop business, and he brought a lot of noodles on the carriage when he fled. After the carriage was destroyed, he distributed all the noodles he couldn't take with him to the people who accompanied him.

Therefore, when he went out to make instant noodles for Qiu Kui, he would often receive an egg from the woman who had escaped with her hen. If a man broke the ice and caught a fish to cook fish soup, he would also bring them a bowl.

Qingsong stood by the prison van with his sleeves clenched and his neck hunched, shivering with cold.

Ugusdan could speak the Central Plains dialect. He glanced at Qingsong and tried to bribe him: "Boy, give me the key now. When I return to Turkic, I will guarantee you wealth and glory."

Qingsong yawned and said, "When I follow the young master back to Beijing, I will also enjoy endless wealth and glory."

Ugusdan: "...When the Turkish Iron Cavalry come to kill us again, none of you will survive."

Qingsong changed his posture and took a nap: "I believe in my young master. If he said he could bring reinforcements, he would definitely bring them."

Ugusdan looked at the heavy snow flying in the firelight and sneered: "Do you think you can stop the Turkish Iron Cavalry with just the Wuhe people in Dayue Kingdom? ?”

Qingsong rubbed his sleepy eyes and said, “The second prince who led the troops to attack Xizhou strangled your mother, and let the tribe rob the cattle, sheep and women of your mother’s tribe, and killed the men and children in the tribe. You have a grudge against him, so why do you always hope that he will win?”

Ugusdan slammed his hand with iron handcuffs on the crossbar of the prison car, his eyes bloodshot: “Hope that he will win? The first thing I will do after I go back is to chop off his head!” Qingsong

rolled his eyes: “You have no military power, and no support from your mother’s tribe. I guess you will be killed by him when you go back.”

The speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional.

Ugusdan, who had been manic, suddenly fell silent, squatting in the corner of the prison car with disheveled hair and a dirty face, wondering what he was thinking.

The Turkic cavalry that wanted to bypass Xizhou from the border of Dayue was caught off guard by the Dayue army that had been ambushed at night, and the emperor fled.

The An family was safe, but the hard battle with the Turkic army still needed to be carried out by the Xizhou army led by An Yongyuan.

When it was almost dawn, the heavy snow that had fallen all night stopped, and the dawn even appeared in the eastern sky.

The Xizhou soldiers who had defended the city for a day were already exhausted. They sat against the frosted city wall, and their faces were so covered with soot, blood, and sweat that they could not be seen. The soldiers of

the Huotou Camp brought food, and they stuffed it into their mouths one by one with their dirty hands.

The snow-white and soft steamed buns left a black handprint when touched, but the soldiers didn't care at all and just ate as quickly as possible to replenish their energy.

The city tower was full of corpses, some of the Turks and some of their own.

The dilapidated city gate could not withstand the next impact, and all the soldiers knew that they might not be able to defend Xizhou today.

When the sun rose, the soldiers stopped swallowing and looked up at the fiery red sun.

Perhaps, this was the last time they saw the sun.

When the siege horn sounded, looking at the dense Turkic army advancing like black ants below the city tower, the Xizhou soldiers on the city tower, who had experienced several days of fighting, had only numbness in their eyes.

All the movable people from the Fire Battalion and the Injury Battalion went up to the tower and barely filled up the row of battlements.

An Yongyuan stood in the center of the tower with a grim expression. Although there were only a hundred or so remnants left, his aura was as if there were millions of soldiers standing behind him.

But his face was extremely pale and there was not much blood on his lips. Yesterday, he was fighting on the tower until his wound burst open. He waited until the Turks retreated before going down to let the military doctor treat the wound. He lost too much blood and could hardly hold the halberd this morning.

Although the Turks were accompanied by the second prince who was famous for his bellicosity, the commander-in-chief valued talent and sent the cavalry to capture An Yongyuan's family in order to force An Yongyuan to surrender.

But now an accident has happened and he did not get the hostages. The Turkic commander asked his subordinates who

could speak the Central Plains dialect to shout: "General An, our marshal respects you as a warrior and cannot bear to force you to a desperate situation. If you surrender, our Khan will definitely use you!" An Yongyuan called out the name of his deputy general: "Chen Lin." His deputy general immediately retorted: "Kneel down and call me Grandpa, and I will consider leaving you with an intact body!" The subordinate relayed this to the Turkic commander, and the commander's face turned pale in an instant. He made a siege gesture, and dozens of catapults were pushed to the front of the army. The large stones were wrapped with thick ropes soaked in kerosene. The Turkic soldiers set the ropes on fire and threw the stones onto the towers with catapults. The stones hit the walls with a loud noise, and even the solid bricks of the walls were broken. Some fell onto the towers, and the kerosene caused the surrounding houses and wood to start burning. The soldiers could only hide. With this wave of cannonballs as cover, the Turkic soldiers carrying ladders quickly rushed to the bottom of the towers, some climbed the ladders, and some rammed the city gates. The remaining Xizhou remnants could not resist at all. Seeing that the situation was over, horns suddenly sounded from the rear of the Turkic army. The flag of the Great Moon King appeared on the snow-covered plain. The silver armor on Lu Linyuan's body shone with a dazzling golden light in the morning light. He gritted his teeth and shouted: "Cut off the tail of the Turkic army." After all, he couldn't watch his former comrades bleed to the last drop on the tower while he did nothing. When the Turkic army saw the Great Moon Army coming from behind, they were stunned for a moment and quickly fought back. Both Dayue and the Turks are good at riding and shooting. However, because the Turks are aggressive, whether it is internal tribal fighting or external invasion, the fighting experience accumulated over the years has allowed them to crush the Dayue army. In addition to the numerical pressure, the reinforcements brought by Lu Linyuan were soon surrounded by the Turks and could not take care of themselves. The moment the Xizhou city gate was breached, An Yongyuan killed a Turkic soldier who climbed up the ladder. The warm blood splashed into his eyes, which was very painful. He tried to look up and look at the sun again, but he only saw a light spot glowing in the blood. In a trance, he seemed to see Madam An Shao and their newborn child in that light spot. Madam An smiled at him and called him softly, "My husband." "General!" The deputy general pushed An Yongyuan away and blocked the knife for him. He didn't care about the pain and killed the sneak attacking Turkic soldier with a sword. He wiped the blood from his mouth and said in joy, "The prince is here!" The Xizhou city behind him was shaking, and the sound of horse hooves rolled in like thunder. The horn sound of the battle was swept to the sky and earth by the howling north wind, which was murderous and dull. The Turkic soldiers who had just broken through the city gate seemed to be nailed to the spot by something, staring blankly at the long street in the distance. The bleak daylight shone through the city gate, which was more than ten meters high. From a distance, a flag seemed to be as high as the city gate. The strong wind tore at the black flag, and the scarlet word "封" on the flag made people feel cold all over.

Feng Shuo rode Wuyun in the lead, his black cape flying high behind him. The guards on the left and right wings lined up in a goose formation, each holding a sickle-shaped curved sword. The wide black cloak that protected against the wind and snow was blown up by the strong wind on the horse's back, leaving only the curved swords in their hands with a cold and menacing light. At first glance, he looked like a ghost messenger from the netherworld.

The galloping warhorse arrived in front of them in an instant, but after a face-to-face, the warhorse rushed directly out of the city gate, and the Turkic soldiers who were standing there just now had become a pile of dead bodies.

Feng Shuo came in person, and led his personal guards to charge directly into the heart of the Turkic army like a human-killing machine, and continued to advance towards the chariot where the Turkic commander was. When the soldiers on the city tower saw this scene, they were like chickens with blood, and they picked up their weapons and continued to block the Turkic soldiers climbing up the ladders.

The reinforcements from the rear were like a torrent, one stream poured out from the city gate to join the battle, and another stream went up to the city tower to fill the vacancy.

The Turkic commander saw that the situation was not good, and quickly asked his personal guard Ming Jin to withdraw his troops.

The chariot he was riding in was pulled by dozens of horses and was more than ten feet high. From the chariot, he could clearly see Feng Shuo coming straight towards him.

The moment he made eye contact with Feng Shuo, the Turkic commander felt like he was being stared at by a vicious wolf.

He had not fought with Feng Shuo before, but just from this one glance, the Turkic commander knew that he was no match for him.

He shouted: "Retreat! Take your Highness back quickly!"

Seeing that the Xizhou City that was about to be captured was defended again, the second prince of the Turkic region suddenly kicked the soldier who came forward to persuade him to retreat: "You idiots, you have been attacking a city for several days and still haven't taken it! How can I explain to the Khan when I get back?"

He raised his weapon and was about to get off the chariot, but the Turkish commander grabbed him: "Second prince, retreat first! The one coming is the King of Liaoning, we have no chance of winning! "

The second Turkic prince shook off the Turkic commander's hand and said arrogantly: "If you hadn't been so timid, Xizhou City would have been captured long ago! So what if it's the King of Liaoning who came? Do you think this prince is that waste Ugusdan? This prince will just take the head of the King of Liaoning and take it back to ask for credit!"

He cut the reins of a horse, shouted and rushed towards Feng Shuo, but it was a pity that before he could reach Feng Shuo, he was knocked off the horse by Feng Shuo's halberd, and then trampled to death by the cavalrymen who followed closely behind him.

The Turkic commander was heartbroken, but seeing Feng Shuo coming this way, his life was at stake, so he didn't care about anything else, so

he chose a horse and fled in panic. The Turkic commander fled in panic, and the rest of the soldiers threw away their weapons and armor.

The Dayue Army led by Lu Linyuan was almost trapped to death. Fortunately, Feng Shuo arrived in time and turned the defeat into victory. His tense nerves relaxed and he was almost chopped by a Turkic general. It was Feng Shuo who passed by and saved his life.

After the fierce battle, when Lu Linyuan got off the horse, his legs and feet were still a little weak. His face and body were covered with blood, both his own and others'. The number of

people he killed in his two lifetimes combined is not as many as today.

The rising sun became a little dazzling. He looked at Feng Shuo, who was standing in the distance in a black armor, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether he was more in admiration and relief, or more bitter.

He walked over and said to Feng Shuo: "Thank you for saving me, Prince."

Feng Shuo glanced at him and patted his shoulder: "You have done a great job this time."

When Feng Shuo turned around to check on An Yongyuan's injuries, Lu Linyuan, not knowing whether he was possessed or something, suddenly asked: "Is the princess okay?"

Feng Shuo's eyes suddenly became sharp and he said coldly: "Of course."

Lu Linyuan smiled bitterly and said: "Linyuan wishes the prince and the princess a happy marriage."

Feng Shuo said two words coldly: "Thank you."

At that time, Jiang Yanyi didn't know that someone had been tormenting her day and night after returning, wanting to complete the plan of having a baby with her, because he had upset the jealousy here.