After a period of intense suffering and pain, Yang Ruoqing finally woke up.

She found herself lying on a simple bed. In front of the bed was a low desk with a candle on it.

Look around again, this is not a house, this is a tent.

Her mind was no longer groggy. She tentatively sat up and found that her limbs were still weak.

The wound on the left shoulder also caused bursts of pain.

"Come here, come here..."

She opened her mouth and shouted twice towards the entrance of the camp.

Soon, footsteps could be heard outside the camp.

Two people came in.

Walking in front was the man in golden armor that she last saw before she fell into coma.

Behind him was a maid.

"Girl, are you awake? How do you feel?"

A voice like the spring breeze came.

Yang Ruoqing saw a young and handsome man standing in front of her bed.

He put his hands behind his back, and his kind and easy-going eyes fell on her.

Inside the dim tent, it suddenly felt like warm spring in March.

"Still no strength..."

Yang Ruoqing said, the weakness in her voice was not a lie at all.

The man in front of the bed nodded slightly and smiled lightly at her.

"Girl, you have been poisoned by a cult. The poison is very overbearing. I don't have the right antidote for the disease yet. I have to wait until I enter Licheng to completely expel the poison for the girl."

He told the truth.

"So, I have to ask the girl to rest under my tent for a few days. What do you think, girl?"

the man asked politely.

Yang Ruoqing understood.

In other words, now that they are marching, the conditions in the army are simple and the medicines they bring are not that complete.

Her poison cannot be completely cured yet. We have to wait until Licheng is relieved before we can get a better antidote.

"No grievance, I haven't thanked you yet," she said weakly.

"Thank you very much for saving my life."

"There is no need to be polite, but whenever our people in Daqi are persecuted by evil cults, I will not stand idly by and watch." The man said.

"Girl, please stay here to recover for the time being. If you need anything, just ask this maid."

"It's late at night, so I will stop nagging and take my leave," he said.

Yang Ruoqing gave him a weak smile: "Go slowly."

After the man left the tent, the maid hurriedly came to the bed.

"Is the girl thirsty? Can you please give me a bowl of water?" the maid asked respectfully.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head. She was not thirsty, but there were a lot of questions in her stomach.

"The young man who just left is who of our Daqi nobles?"

She asked the maid about it.

He calls himself "my king" in both mouth and mouth.

Speech, behavior, demeanor...

Excellent self-cultivation is revealed in every aspect.

Especially that golden armor, it took a lot of gold to make, right?

Tsk tsk, it looks like rich gold at first glance.

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's question, the maid's face showed pride and satisfaction.

"Girl, you don't even know his name? The man who came just now is our famous Prince Yun in Qi."

"Prince Yun?" Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows.

For a country girl like her who was born and raised in Changping Village, even the security chief in the town couldn't recognize her.

Not to mention the princes and grandsons in the imperial city thousands of miles away?

Seeing Yang Ruoqing's confused look, the maid patiently told her about Prince Yun.

This Prince Yun, his full name is Qi Xingyun.

It is said that he has both civil and military skills, talent, looks, and character.

He was born to one of the most beloved concubines of the Da Qi Emperor.

He was born in a wealthy village, but he has a positive heart.

He went to the battlefield when he was just a teenager, made great achievements in battle, and was known as the God of War in Qi Dynasty.

On the battlefield, he treated the enemy as coldly as the autumn wind sweeps away fallen leaves.

But he has an extremely kind heart towards the people of Daqi.

Very approachable and without any airs.

He even used his own money to help the refugees in the famine.

It ranges from protecting our country to protecting our country, and it ranges from building bridges and paving roads for the common people.

Qi Xingyun is such an outstanding young man who benefits the people.

He is also the dream lover of young girls in the upper aristocratic circles of Da Qi.

Speaking of this place, Yang Ruoqing saw the maid's hands folded and placed under her chin.

A face full of peach blossoms.

She couldn't help but curl her lips. This maid was probably Qi Xingyun, a die-hard fan of Prince Yun.

Regardless of Prince Yun's character, she, Yang Ruoqing, was not interested.

Right now, what she was thinking about was Tang Yazi's side.

I wonder how they broke through?

If she didn't go back, he must be anxious.

But in her current situation, the place was in chaos, and she couldn't contact him.

That's it, that's it. The only thing she can do is to stay and heal her injuries.

She then waits for Prince Yun, who is said to be the happiest among his people, to find her the antidote.

Licheng.

On the thick and towering city wall, the battle flag was shattered by gunfire.

The blood of the soldiers was stained and fluttering in the night wind.

The city tower was filled with torches, illuminating the area like daylight.

The ladder used to attack the city is still set up on the city wall.

Red artillery carts and catapults were parked outside the city gate.

On the city walls and on the ground, corpses lay everywhere, and blood flowed like rivers.

The whole hell of Shura.

Prince Nan is dressed in armor and sitting in a wheelchair.

The weather-beaten and resolute face stared at the Black Lotus enemy troops who had retreated outside the city.

Prince Nan's face was filled with anxiety.

Beside him, Princess Bingqing also changed her elegant look.

Her hair was tied high, she was wearing a military uniform, and she was holding a small sword in her hand.

However, the face that used to be delicate and beautiful now looks haggard, with many places on the face stained with dirt.

She stood beside Prince Nan, looking forward.

In the wave of siege battles just repelled, the enemy suffered heavy losses, and our own side paid an even heavier price.

"Father, although they did not break through the city gate this time, the city defense was severely damaged."

Bingqing said with an anxious look on his face: "I'm worried that after they reorganize themselves, they will attack again, and we will soon be unable to hold on."

After hearing Bingqing's report and request for instructions, Prince Nan also had a serious look on his face.

"Licheng has been under siege for several days and has gone through several strong battles, but it has already reached its end." He said solemnly.

"If we don't wait for reinforcements in these two days, the city will fall and our home will be destroyed!"

He sighed and looked down at the city.

Bingqing's face was also filled with anxiety and her beautiful eyebrows were furrowed.

Licheng is the largest city in the south of Daqi. The sky is high and the emperor is far away.

But when faced with a crisis at this time, calling for help is too far away to save the fire nearby.

The only hope is the garrison in Xiushui Town, but the garrison has long been raided by the Black Lotus Sect.

Just when Prince Nan and his daughter were worried, outside the city gate, there was a rapid sound of horse hooves from far to near.

"Qing'er, look who that is?"
Chapter completed!