After a brief pause, Yan Qing resumed his previous conversation: "From being a virgin to being a wife and a mother, my mother has never suffered like this."

"I originally wanted to prepare some long-lasting pastries so that she could change her taste on the way, but she insisted on having the same three meals as us."

Yan Qing said this with a bit of helplessness, "My mother said that although she was born as a general, she didn't know what kind of life the soldiers lived during the march. She said that even just this time, she wanted to experience... those things she had experienced

The days when my absent father, brother and I..."

Yan Qing originally wanted to reassure Meng Shulan that she didn't have to blame herself, but for some reason she couldn't finish talking. The sourness in her heart clogged her throat like a tide, making her have the urge not to vomit.

She considered herself not a sentimental person, but at this moment she seemed to be filled with sadness to tell others.

Probably because too many things have happened in this short period of half a year, so much so that when I feel a little relaxed, I lose control of my emotions.

Aware of the accumulation of negative emotions in himself, Yan Qing took a deep breath and suppressed all the surging emotions.

This is not the time to vent one's negative emotions without breaking into tears.

Especially as a general, she has a group of brothers behind her who take her as the leader and listen to her orders.

"If you can't sleep, just walk around and do some exercise."

Yan Qing jumped off the carriage, patted his war skirt, turned his lips and said to Meng Shulan, "I'm going to see if Old Zeng's night watchman arrangements have been made."

Looking at the soothing smile on Yan Qing's face, Meng Shulan felt as if a heavy stone was weighing on her heart.

If it were a peaceful and prosperous time, she would have been high-spirited, riding her horse and singing happily, drinking and having fun with her comrades, father and brother.

Maybe she has already chosen her in-laws at this time, it may be herself, it may be someone else, but there will always be someone who loves her and protects her, allowing her to do whatever she wants and be that young and free-spirited little general Yan.

Instead of being like now, carrying tens of thousands of burdens on one shoulder, having to smile despite the pain in my heart.

Just because she is a general, she is a flag that cannot be fallen.

Meng Shulan also smiled slightly and said softly: "Okay."

Yan Qing turned around and left, and Meng Shulan's gentle and gentle smile suddenly had a hint of helpless bitterness.

Now he probably really understands what his uncle said to him at the beginning - Yan Qing is destined to be a fierce horse in the wild. If you don't have the ability to build a world for her, you can only watch her fight.

Dead on the battlefield and unable to do anything.

He once thought that building a world for her meant following her and protecting her so that she didn't have to worry about things other than riding.

Only now did he understand that in this chaotic situation, he should be her invincible knife, cutting through thorns and thorns for her gallop, rather than a shield that fell behind her like a drag.

Perhaps his uncle had been aware of the current chaos in Wu'an a long time ago and had been reminding him.

It's a pity that his life was so smooth in the past and he was so blinded by the illusion of prosperity, wealth and peace that he was suddenly at a loss when faced with the prospect of defeat.

Or maybe when my uncle agreed to go to Western Xinjiang, he had already calculated certain situations.

Fortunately, it's not too late for him to wake up now.

It’s time to pull out the nails that some people have driven into Western Xinjiang!

A stern look flashed under Meng Shulan's slightly drooped eyelids, and she was already thinking about where to close the net.

Nanchuanzhou's reply has been delayed long enough, and it's time for the governor of Nanchuanzhou to make up his mind.

In this case, he should give some people a chance.

…

Going south this time seems to be a good opportunity...

At midnight, the army took a short rest and set off again. But this time, the formation was different from the one when they just left the city gate.

"I've thought about it. It's not a problem for my mother to travel quickly with the army. She is weak and not suitable for running fast."

Yan Qing adjusted the formation of the front and rear armies, placing the troops going north behind the troops going south.

"Ji Cheng's food collection does not require your personal supervision. You only need to show up and count the supplies before we set off."

Meng Shulan, who was transferred to the northward team by Yan Qing, explained, "So I plan to take the Chijia Battalion to escort the supplies to Jicheng first, and you will go slowly afterwards."

Having said that, perhaps because he was afraid that Meng Shulan would disagree, Yan Qing solemnly added to him, "The most important thing for you right now is to recuperate and adjust your condition. After leaving Jicheng, the real tough battle will begin!"

Although Meng Shulan was a little dissatisfied with this arrangement, he also knew that under the current circumstances, this arrangement was undoubtedly the best solution.

At this point, the two armies separated, and Yan Qing led the Chijia Battalion to escort the supplies to Jicheng.

Because they were in a hurry, except for two hours of rest at night, everyone munched on pancakes during the day and rushed on the road non-stop.

Under such circumstances, the Chijia Battalion led by Yan Qing finally shortened the three-day journey to two days and one night.

Outside the gate of Ji City, the Lord of Ji City personally greeted him.

"Niece Yan Qing, long time no see!"

As soon as they met, Yuan Muren, the lord of Ji City, greeted Yan Qing who was leading the group and greeted him warmly.

Yan Qing turned over and dismounted, clasping his fists and bowing: "City Lord Yuan, you are well."

Jicheng was the place where officials from Kangdu traveled to Western Xinjiang. In the past, when her father took her and her brother back to Beijing to report on their duties, they would always use Jicheng.

After going back and forth, we have developed a good personal relationship with Yuan Mouren, the lord of Tongji City.

"Eh?!"

Yuan Muren raised his hand to help him, "Niece Yan Qing, you are cheating on me, your uncle Yuan Shi!"

As soon as Yan Qing handed over his hand, he was not impressed by Yuan Mouren's enthusiasm: "Yuan City Lord shows his love, and Qing deserves it. Now that the Qing Dynasty has been ordered to escort grain and grass south to Yuhuai to relieve disasters, it still needs to temporarily borrow valuable land to rest and reorganize its troops. Please return the order to Yuan City Lord.

Cooperate with the Qing Dynasty to raise food and prepare a ferry to go to Yuhuai as soon as possible to relieve the Lord's worries."

Saying that, Yan Qing handed over the document again, "This is the document issued by the Holy Emperor ordering the grain stocks in Jicheng to be used to help the people affected by the disaster in Zhanghuai area. I also ask Lord Yuan to read it."

Yuan Muren was a little unhappy about the fact that his hot face was against someone else's cold butt, but Yan Qing spoke in a business-like manner and did not violate the rules at all, so he had nothing to say.

Yuan Muren curled his lips, took the document, looked at it, and grinned again.

"no problem!"

As soon as he collected the documents, Yuan Muren said to Yan Qing enthusiastically as if he was asking for credit, "Before my niece came, Uncle Shi had already received the news from the Holy Father. The news about raising food for disaster relief had been released early. As long as we wait,

Everything will be ready in a few days!"
Chapter completed!