Chapter 219: The Eternal Empress, 1V4 Shura Field 57
Quan Jiu touched the tip of his nose feeling inexplicably guilty.
The war was imminent, and it was really unkind of Mo Xi to drag her out to fool around without telling a few people.
Feng Zhuo glanced at Mo Xi coldly:
"Don't guard her anymore, let her have a good rest."
Mo Xi covered her with a blanket and kissed her on the forehead in front of everyone.
"Sister, have a good sleep."
…
In the blink of an eye, it was the Battle of Changhuaipo.
Changhuaipo is a military stronghold, easy to defend but difficult to attack. If this battle goes smoothly, the war between Zhou and Yong will almost be decided.
Mo Xi was wearing ink-colored Qilin armor and had a sword hanging from his waist. When the war drums sounded, the man bowed his head and kissed Quan Jiu in front of hundreds of thousands of troops.
Quan Jiu: “…”
Most of the people in the army are single. You are going too far as a general.
"Sister, wait for me to come back."
Mo Xi's fingertips stroked her lips and finally landed on her chin.
Quan Jiu was like an old mother sending her son to school, and said:
"be safe."
Now that she has a naughty child, she is becoming more and more nagging.
But Mo Xi just loves to listen to her nagging.
"Just wait, sister."
He rode away on his horse against the fiery red sunset, and the shadows of the man and the horse stretched long on the ground. After walking ten meters, Mo Xi looked back at the people under the city wall. When he met Quan Jiu's gaze, the corners of his mouth curled up.
At the edge of the city wall, pitch-black crows flapped their wings and made hoarse calls.
Quan Jiu's heart suddenly shuddered, and he felt a sudden sense of weightlessness, as if he was walking on flat ground and suddenly stepped on empty air.
She frowned and looked at Mo Xi, but he had already turned around and was spurring his horse towards the next camp.
She murmured to herself:
"Am I really worrying too much..."
"It's cold outside, let's go back first."
Xu Zhu put a long cloak on her.
Quan Jiu gave him a grateful look, and when she saw the fiery red lotus mark on his forehead, she asked in confusion.
"Master, was this birthmark between your eyebrows there since birth?"
This fiery red lotus birthmark is lifelike, making the man's skin look as white as snow.
Xu Zhu paused for a moment, and his tone became much colder:
"no."
Feeling the change in his tone, Quan Jiu's eyes flashed with curiosity, but she didn't ask any further questions. Xu Zhu clearly didn't want to talk about it, and there was no need for her to expose other people's wounds.
She glanced again at the red lotus between the man's eyebrows. It seemed to have grown from his flesh, its color not fading, nor did it look like it was painted on...
She secretly took note of this matter and prepared to send someone to investigate secretly.
………
Five days later.
Quan Jiu went to the commander-in-chief's tent for several rounds, but still did not receive any news about the end of the Battle of Changhuaipo.
The people sent out seemed to have fallen into oblivion, and no information was received back.
She felt a little uneasy and decided to wait for another day before going to Changhuaipo in person.
However, on the second day, a fast horse rushed into the military camp.
The soldier, covered in blood, fell off his horse and someone immediately rushed over to help him up.
"Battle... Battle report..."
He only had time to utter two words before his hands drooped limply and he died.
When Quan Jiu heard the news, he came out of the military camp, snatched the unfolded letter, and began to read it with his eyes lowered.
"Deputy General Zhu rebelled, colluding with General Zhou to set a trap and lure the Third Prince and five thousand elite soldiers into the city..."
She was halfway through reading when her fingers tightened their grip on the paper.
"Five thousand soldiers, no one survived. The Third Prince was shot by several arrows and fell off a cliff. His whereabouts are unknown. The Zhou people are sending people to search for him vigorously..."
After Quan Jiu finished reading the letter, she stood there in silence for a long time with her eyes lowered. Just when everyone thought she could not bear the blow and became stupid, she suddenly raised her eyes and looked at the soldiers beside her.
"Do you know the person who delivered the letter?"
Everyone nodded, all with expressions of grief.
"He is the Third Prince's trusted confidant."
The eyes of several people looking at her were filled with pity. The kiss that Mo Xi had shared before leaving for the battle was enough to prove their relationship. But now, Mo Xi's life or death was unknown, and it was highly likely that she was in grave danger...
Quan Jiu was not as hysterical as everyone imagined. She turned around and looked at Jingchuantang:
"I'm going to Changhuaipo."
Not a discussion, just a notification.
………
Changhuaipo sounds like a slope, but it is actually a huge tiankeng canyon.
When Quan Jiu arrived at Changhuaipo, the entire Zhou army camp was bustling with activity and people were celebrating.
She stared at the spies sent out to gather information:
"Have you heard why the Zhou army is celebrating?"
The spy lowered his head and remained silent, as if he didn't dare to speak.
Quan Jiu's tone darkened, and an overwhelming sense of oppression came over him:
"explain."
The spy lowered his head even lower and saluted with both hands:
"...It's... to celebrate the discovery of the Third Prince's remains."
remains.
Quan Jiu's chest sank slightly: "Where is the body?"
She only believes what she sees.
The spy mumbled hesitantly, unable to speak:
"...The Queen of Zhou ordered the remains to be boiled, cut... sliced... and distributed to the soldiers, who then carried out the execution in public."
Quan Jiu suddenly thought of the "meat" he saw at the dinner party tonight.
She felt nauseous and walked towards the Zhou army camp.
Jingchuantang stepped forward to stop her.
"Ajiu, I know you have to go, and I can't stop you, but promise me that no matter what you see tonight, don't be impulsive."
When they came out, they only brought a guard team of 100 people, which was like an egg hitting a stone compared with the hundreds of thousands of troops of the Zhou Kingdom.
Quan Jiu felt her hands and feet were cold, and she heard herself answer:
"good."
…
Several people found some sets of Zhou soldiers' clothes, changed into them, and sneaked into the military camp.
At the execution site, there was only a blood-stained cross and a pile of bones.
The soil around the cross was soaked with blood, and the yellow soil was stained dark black.
Quan Jiu stared intently at the pile of clothes next to the cross...
The dark Qilin armor and the black robe were exactly the same as the clothes Mo Xi wore on the day he went to war.
There was a withered peach blossom tied on the belt of her robe. Mo Xi brought it from the peach forest and secretly inserted it into her hair while she was sleeping at night.
After being discovered by him, Mo Xi rested his chin on the pillow with his left hand, innocently withdrew his right hand, put the flower branch back into his waist, looked at Quan Jiu with a smile in his blue eyes filled with tiny starlight, and praised him.
"Sister is so beautiful."
The events of that night are still vivid in my mind, but the cheerful and cheerful young man has disappeared without a trace.
Quan Jiu squatted down and took down the withered peach branch. The delicate petals had already faded and turned black. The ring made of hair on his little finger was right next to the peach branch.
She maintained this posture for a long time, so long that the noisy military camp became quiet. Quan Jiu slowly stood up without looking at the people behind her.
"Walk."
That night, Quan Jiu returned to Qianqiu Kingdom.
The Zhou Kingdom was still immersed in the joy of victory when it received the news that the Qianqiu Kingdom was leading its troops to attack.
Coach Zhou's heart sank:
"Who is leading the troops, Feng Zhuo or Jingchuan Tang?"
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