Fight
Zhong Yingqi looked back and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Why is she here!
Zhong Yingqi shouted at Yuan Ming: "Go!" It seemed that his wound was involved. After shouting, Zhong Yingqi covered his chest, supported the ground with one hand, and his face was full of pain.
Yuan Ming didn't react to Zhong Yingqi's words. She walked closer, a look of ignorant curiosity in her eyes.
Who was injured? Hey, that guy was also holding a knife. Who was he? So many questions swirled around in Yuan Ming's mind that she felt like she was going to explode.
She desperately needed to have a big fight with someone to dispel this nameless and annoying feeling.
Yuan Ming looked like an innocent little deer wandering into a battlefield, at least that was the impression she gave him. But as she drew closer, Zhong Yingqi sensed something amiss. Under the moonlight, on the official road, the first time he saw Yuan Ming again, she was clutching a blood-stained dagger, her eyes cold yet naive, as if at that very moment—she had taken a tantrum.
Hua Yuan coldly regarded the lone woman and came to a conclusion: plainly dressed and beautiful, but not very bright. Was this the right place for her? Oh, could this be General Zhong's confidante, a pair of desperate lovers? Their bond was profound.
Hua Yuan smiled playfully, "Miss, I don't kill women. If you're worried about your general being alone on his way to the afterlife, why don't you take care of yourself? I'll be so kind as to let you two be buried together."
"Shut up!" How could His Highness be teased like this by the enemy's dog king? Zhong Yingqi gritted his teeth and stood up, but his whole body was staggering.
Hua Yuan sneered, "This is the first time I've heard someone tell me to shut up. General Zhong, if you really want to die, I'll grant your wish."
Hua Yuan just raised his hand slightly, and an arrow shot out from the cavalry behind him, breaking through the wind and pointing directly at Zhong Yingqi's eyebrows.
In an instant, Yuan Ming flew in front of Zhong Yingqi, gripped the hilt of the knife tightly with his right hand, turned his wrist, and accurately faced the oncoming arrow with the back of the knife. In a flash, the arrow hit the back of the knife, making a crisp sound.
"Oh, he carries a knife." Hua Yuan's eyes darkened slightly. "He knows Kung Fu."
Yuan Ming brandished her broadsword, her expression calm, neither happy nor sad. She pointed the sword at Hua Yuan, a gentle breeze ruffling her hair, sending a wave of murderous intent towards him.
Hua Yuan raised his eyebrows and smiled, signaling the cavalry to step back. He wanted to fight alone today. If he didn't fight a few more times, the world would not know that he was a belligerent.
He swung out the long sword he had just wiped and pointed it against Yuan Ming's blade.
"Girl, on the battlefield, there's no difference between men and women. Storytellers always tell of heroes dying in battle, their deaths glorious and glorious. In reality, broken limbs and burns are common, and after death, maggots crawl through the body, creating a horrible stench. Many even die without a glorious halo, only fear and despair."
Hua Yuan looked at Yuan Ming with regret: "Miss, I was kind enough to let you leave this world with dignity. What a pity, your kindness was taken for granted."
Yuan Ming smiled strangely, her eyes swept over the man in front of her, and she tilted her head and said, "I have killed many people, and they are all fresh."
The moment he finished speaking, Yuan Ming rushed towards Hua Yuan and struck him with a clean and sharp knife, trying to win the battle in one fell swoop. Hua Yuan did not retreat and swung his knife to meet the attack.
Both were skilled swordsmen, and every clash was accompanied by the crisp clink of blades. Yuan Ming's attacks intensified, each blow laced with determination, a reckless abandon, a reckless abandon. Hua Yuan, seemingly less formidable than Yuan Ming, possessed far more precise and deadly agility.
The two men stared at each other as their blades crossed. Hua Yuan was surprised to find that the woman's eyes were red, her pupils unfocused, and her face expressionless, like a puppet.
It's really weird.
The moment Hua Yuan was distracted, Yuan Ming suddenly smiled crazily and thrust his knife straight into Hua Yuan's chest. Startled, Hua Yuan moved to avoid the blow, but the distance was only enough for him to turn slightly sideways.
The tip of the knife pierced his chest, and Hua Yuan felt his heart stop for a moment. He was utterly stunned, staring at Yuan Ming in disbelief. The "weak woman" he had initially dismissed was the one who had nearly brought him to the brink of death.
Even after so many years, he could still clearly recall the surprise and the woman's brilliant smile when she stabbed him with a knife.
Beautiful smile, hateful smile!
The emperor fell to the ground, and the Liang soldiers rushed over, firing arrows to force Yuan Ming back. Yuan Ming drew his sword and retreated, the smile on his face instantly fading as he glanced at Hua Yuan expressionlessly. Hua Yuan, clutching his wound and panting, glared back at Yuan Ming with a fierce look, like a wounded tiger, eager to crush her and devour her.
The injured Zhong Yingqi looked at all this in surprise, and Yuan Ming saved him again.
Hua Yuan was almost unable to hold on. The world seemed to darken in his eyes, and the edges of his vision began to blur. Only the "culprit" was left, standing where the fire had gone out, looking at him without pity. He tried to reach out and grab her, but in the end, there was only darkness.
Hua Yuan was unconscious, and the morale of the cavalry he brought with him was in chaos.
The new emperor of Liang State was arrogant and looked down on everything. He went to the battlefield in person, but was stabbed by a woman who suddenly appeared and fell into a coma.
Should they leave now and send their emperor to seek medical treatment, or use their numbers to capture the murderer? This was a difficult question for the Liang army. Or perhaps, they could do both.
The Liang soldiers consciously divided into two teams, one team escorted Emperor Liang away, and the other team drew their bows and aimed their arrows at Yuan Ming and Zhong Yingqi.
The air was once again tense, and Zhong Yingqi was at a loss. How could he dodge the arrows fired at him? As for Yuan Ming, her thoughts seemed to be in another time and space. Facing her impending death, she was in a daze.
The arrow of death was about to leave the bow, when suddenly, a bunch of fireworks exploded in the sky, illuminating everyone's faces in a flash of splendor, and also illuminating the tears flashing in Yuan Ming's eyes - she was crying, and the bean-sized tears were like pearls that had fallen off the string, carrying a hint of soft sadness.
"It's Qi Nation's signal flare! Qi Nation's reinforcements have arrived!"
I don't know who shouted this, but since there was no order requiring the Liang soldiers to take the lives of the two men, they retreated without hesitation.
In a very short time, Yuan Ming and Zhong Yingqi were the only ones left in the huge ruined camp.
No matter how fierce the flame is, it will eventually calm down.
The firelight gradually dimmed. Zhong Yingqi called out softly, "Your Highness!" Yuan Ming didn't respond. Zhong Yingqi then inched closer to Yuan Ming, his blood-stained hands reluctantly touching the hem of her clothes.
"Your Highness, are you okay?"
Yuan Ming turned her head slightly and asked in a tearful voice, "Are you here to kill me?"
Zhong Yingqi shook his head, his eyes gentle: "Why should I kill you? Your Highness, you are ill. Don't let nightmares blind you."
Zhong Yingqi endured the pain and touched Yuan Ming's cheeks with both hands. He knew this was inappropriate, but Yuan Ming's voice was thin and broken, his eyes were red, and his shoulders were slightly shaking, like a broken moon.
He didn't want to see Yuan Ming like this, so he imitated the way his mother used to comfort him, and without a trace of blasphemy, he comforted the sick Yuan Ming.
Jiang Kai once said that Yuan Ming's illness was caused by too much unrelieved pain accumulated in his heart.
Why is she so sad?
"Don't cry, Your Highness."
Her words were pale and powerless, but the warmth of her palms gradually warmed Yuan Ming's cold cheeks. She slowly raised her head, the bright red in her eyes no longer visible, and smiled at Zhong Yingqi with a smile as light as a feather.
Yuan Ming felt like a wind blowing aimlessly across mountaintops and valleys, up and down, constantly suspended in mid-air. At the peak, she feared the next step would lead to a bottomless abyss; at the bottom, she longed for the next step to soar to the sky. Excitement, worry, joy, and sadness bombarded her mind in turn, and exhaustion took over.
The life-saving flare was fired by Jiang Kai. The fireworks were real, but the reinforcements were fake.
Jiang Kai watched the fireworks gradually dissipate into the sky, feeling unusually calm. Zhong Yingqi had used the reinforcements Yuan Zi had brought to escort the princess back to the capital. Now, there was no one behind them.
This surprise attack wiped out most of the troops in the northern border camp. Since the late emperor established the Qi State, the days when the Qi State and the Liang State had kept to themselves were probably coming to an end.
What will happen next? Jiang Kai thought, the two countries are at war, the lives of the people are in ruins, the flames of war breed death, the times create heroes, and a new era begins.
Will he have a place in this era? Will the general he favors survive?
Rulan, holding the medical book, gazed into the distance with him, quietly waiting for a miracle to happen. At dawn, finally, two figures, supporting each other, slowly walked towards them from the ruins of the military camp.
Rulan ran forward first, calling Yuan Ming's name. Jiang Kai followed closely behind, looking at the two of them with a worried look on his face.
Yuan Ming raised his head wearily, and the first thing he said was, "I'm sorry, my illness seems to be getting worse."
Zhong Yingqi glanced at Yuan Ming silently, then turned his gaze to the two doctors in front of him.
Jiang Kai and Ru Lan were not too surprised, as if everything was within their expectations.
After saying this, Yuan Ming could no longer hold on and fell into a deep sleep. As Yuan Ming's body collapsed, Zhong Yingqi's injured body also fell to the ground. Under the hazy sky, Ru Lan and Jiang Kai were in a tangle, frantically checking on the two men's injuries. After this incident, they could be considered a life-or-death friendship.
…
A carriage was like a gust of wind, raising a cloud of dust. Behind the carriage, the soldiers running in step didn't feel anything about the dust they inhaled into their mouths and noses, they were already used to it.
Yuan Zi was inside the carriage, looking at the scrapes on her body with a lingering disgust in her eyes. Song Lan, also inside the carriage, was dying. The blood on her clothes had dried, and the pain washed over her like a tide.
Yuan Zi glanced at her out of the corner of her eye and saw that she was gritting her teeth, trying not to show the pain that was about to overflow from her eyes.
Yuan Zi sighed softly, "You really want to live."
An idea struck her, and she continued, "If you can hold on until you return to the capital, I'll find the best imperial physician to treat you. How about that?"
Song Lan raised her weary eyes. Yuan Zi's innocent question made her want to curse the eighteen generations of the imperial princess who had amused herself with her. But no matter how furious she was, she dared only let it flash in her eyes for a moment.
Yuan Zi had an air of "I knew you'd do this!", her white teeth bared, the corners of her mouth slightly raised. Combined with her elegant and bright appearance, she seemed harmless. But if you looked closely, you'd notice a cold glint in her eyes, like a child running toward you, with no idea whether the hand behind them was holding candy or a knife.
The anger in Songlan's heart died down, replaced by fear. Perhaps the princess had returned to save her not because she had a change of heart—this guy had no conscience at all—but because she knew something.
What did Yuan Zi know? Song Lan's eyes suddenly widened, and her strong instinct for survival reminded her of her conversation with Yuan Ming.
Songlan didn't dare to look at Yuanzi, while Yuanzi looked at Songlan coldly and didn't speak along the way.
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