Wang Xinyong was very angry. He ignored his lame leg and mounted his horse to give chase again. Perhaps he was not good at this kind of chase, so he failed to catch up with Shen Yangrui. However, he succeeded in keeping Shen's army behind. Because he chased too closely, Shen's army had to cover Shen Yangrui's retreat.
Shen Yangrui took away a total of 20,000 people, while Wang Xinyong left half of them. In the end, Shen Yangrui only retained 10,000 soldiers and horses. He originally wanted to go to Yizhou to regroup, but now there was no need to do so. He decided to go back to Jinling and bring back the bad news of King Zhenbei's rage.
Wang Xin squinted his eyes and looked at Shen Yangrui and the Shen family army fleeing away, he snorted coldly.
Nanyong is in a state of excitement now. The Shen family army suffered a crushing defeat, Shen Yangrui became a criminal, Sun Renluan will decide whether to protect him or not, Yang Zangyi has lost the support of the people, and Sun Renluan cannot sacrifice his relatives for the sake of justice. Now that the two leaders have problems, will the people under them seize this opportunity to fish in troubled waters?
After all, Wang Xinyong was born in Nanyong. He knows better than anyone how dark the officialdom in Nanyong is. Let it be chaotic. The more chaotic you are, the more orderly the Zhenbei Army will appear.
This way, not too many people would notice the king's abnormality. ...
Thinking of this, Wang Xinyong went back worriedly again. In the middle of the night, Gao Xunzhi arrived, along with tens of thousands of infantrymen who were ordered by Qu Yunmie to run and catch up. They had not stopped all the way, and were immediately dumbfounded when they arrived. It was not their turn to fight because the battle had already been fought, and it was not their turn to clean up the battlefield because this time the harvest was so great, with tens of thousands of prisoners in the city.
Moreover, some of the prisoners were old acquaintances. They were arm in arm with each other the last time they met, but this time they became friends and enemies. Everyone felt a little sad.
The news of Xiao Rong's capture had no impact on the soldiers. At most, they let out a worried cry, and then went on with their own business. Gao Xunzhi was not so relaxed. He sat there all night, and when dawn came, he looked like a zombie.
When the overjoyed personal soldier ran in to deliver the message, Gao Xunzhi took a second to react before asking him, "What did you just say?"
The guard immediately repeated happily: "Mr. Gao, the king has brought Mr. Xiao back. Mr. Xiao is fine!"
Gao Xunzhi was stunned for a moment, then quickly ran out.
He ran so fast that the soldiers behind him could not keep up with him. Xiao Rong had just dismounted from his horse. He asked Dongfang to go in and find a doctor. When he heard the sound of running, he turned his head and found himself hugged by Gao Xunzhi.
In front of countless people, Gao Xunzhi burst into tears: "That's great, A Rong, I knew you were a good kid, you couldn't bear to let me, an old man, give you my life!"
Xiao Rong stood there at a loss, with his hands stiffly raised in the air. Qu Yunmie was standing beside him. Xiao Rong looked at him for help, but Qu Yunmie did not move. He just looked at them quietly.
Xiao Rong closed his mouth silently and felt more at ease. He gently patted Gao Xunzhi's back and comforted him, "Don't worry, Prime Minister. From now on, I will be the first one to send you off."
Gao Xunzhi: “…………”
His crying was choked all of a sudden. He let go of Xiao Rong and burst into laughter. He pulled Xiao Rong and wanted to check his body. The bloodstains on Xiao Rong's bed really scared him. He didn't know where Xiao Rong was injured.
Just as he was about to pull up Xiao Rong's arm, Xiao Rong pressed the back of his hand and said, "Prime Minister, I'm a little tired. Let's talk about it in the evening."
Gao Xun was stunned. He looked up and saw Xiao Rong had already let him go. He turned around and gently asked Qu Yunmie, "Shall we go in?"
Qu Yunmie nodded, and then Xiao Rong walked over, took his hand, and led him inside.
Gao Xunzhi: “…”
He looked at the scene in astonishment, and after a long while he pointed over there: "What, what's going on?"
Dongfang Jin was silent for a moment. "The king barely said a word on the way back. When we arrived, the earthen building where Baifu was said to have imprisoned Mr. Xiao had been burned to ruins. We all thought..."
At this point, he suddenly shut up. After a pause, he continued, "Mr. Xiao was not in the earthen building. He must have escaped in advance. But the king doesn't know that even though Mr. Xiao has returned safely, he is still immersed in the state of last night."
This was all Dongfang Jin's own analysis, and he didn't know if it was correct. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but ask Gao Xunzhi: "Mr. Gao, has the king ever experienced such a situation before?"
Gao Xunzhi: “…”
After a moment of silence, he replied, "No."
Dongfang Jin was stunned, and Gao Xunzhi lowered his eyes and repeated, "Never."*
The doctor came over and looked at Qu Yunmie's horrible hands. He was silent for three breaths before sitting down to treat Qu Yunmie's injuries. In this era, burns are second only to external injuries such as disembowelment. Fortunately, the area of Qu Yunmie's injuries was not large. If he took good care of himself, his hands should still be usable.
The doctor carefully cut off all the dead flesh. Xiao Rong couldn't help biting his knuckles as he watched. Qu Yunmie didn't react at all. He looked at Xiao Rong and pressed down his forearm with the back of his other hand.
Xiao Rong opened his mouth, and a white tooth mark suddenly appeared on his originally intact finger. Xiao Rong pursed his lips and said nothing, but where Qu Yunmie couldn't see, he was pinching his fingers again.
After everything was done and the medicine was applied, the doctor went out and Xiao Rong asked him to close the door. There was no one else here and no one would disturb them. Xiao Rong looked at the pair of hands that Qu Yunmie placed on the table, and then suddenly laughed.
He smiled as usual: "Why does it look even uglier after applying the medicine?"
Qu Yunmie lowered his eyes and looked at his hands, but still said nothing.
Xiao Rong waited for a while, and when he found no response, he smiled even brighter: "You will no longer have palm lines, and you won't be able to tell fortunes. But this is in line with your status. The fate of ordinary people can be known by looking at their palms, but your fate is now known only to God."
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