In the Song of Everlasting Regret, the king will no longer go to court in the morning. Could it be that the marshal of Cangzhou City will no longer order troops?
He Yong stood at the door of the room, stared, and shouted angrily: "Marshal!"
"I told you I didn't want to hear it!"
"Have you forgotten what you came here to do? You are the commander-in-chief of the three armed forces!" He Yong was not going to give in to him today. Now this situation is likely to be approaching, and he must face it. If the military is delayed, it will happen at any time.
Losing the city and losing lives was a devastating disaster.
Zhao Changyuan tried his best to calm down, walked up to him, and said in a consultative tone: "I can't think about it. Any decision I make now will be completely wrong. Do you understand?" He knew that his brain was now out of control.
His body was filled with mud, and he probably had no ability to make decisions at all. He couldn't compete with the Liao people with his head full of worries.
He Yong also tried his best to calm down. As a ferromagnetic, buddy, and good friend, of course he also knew where Zhao Changyuan's concerns were at this moment. After thinking about it again and again, he calmly showed his trump card: "But Marshal, think about it, if Liuzhou
If the city is lost, our border defense line is broken, Cangzhou City will be destroyed sooner or later! Don’t you care about your wife the most? Can you still bear to have her wandering around again? Or do you want her to fall into the hands of the Liao people?!"
Zhao Changyuan's expression suddenly froze.
Aunt Six also quickly helped to make up for it: "Zhao'er, General He is right. What you can do for Yue Yue now is just two words - protect her so that when she wakes up, she will still be here, still there."
By your side, instead of being displaced in the war. You asked her to come, this is your responsibility."
He Yong looked at Sixth Aunt with a complicated expression, she seemed to be another amazing and strange woman.
Zhao Changyuan's tense body gradually relaxed. This was a sign that he always had to argue with others before compromising.
He walked back to the bed, leaned down and stared at his wife, and put her hands back on the quilt.
Du Ruotong comforted him and said: "Leave Yueyue to us. We will take good care of her when you are away."
Regardless of the person standing next to him, he gently covered his wife's lips: "Madam, I'll be back as soon as I go."
Aunt Six also grabbed her hand and kept twisting it, hoping to wake her up: "What's wrong with you? Could it be that what we are most worried about has just happened? If that's the case, what will Zhao'er do? You
How can my stupid nephew survive? Isn’t this going to cost him his life?”
What these time-travelers are most worried about is that after establishing an unforgettable relationship in this place of rebirth, they will come back due to irresistible reasons. Gong Yueyue was unwilling to accept Zhao Changyuan before, just to avoid such a thing from happening. Now,
I have accepted him, fallen in love with him, and it is difficult to let go of him, but do I really want to let him go?
In the large tent, the soldiers were already ready to go. When Zhao Changyuan walked in haggardly, everyone was stunned, and then they all stepped forward together and saluted politely: "Marshal!"
Zhao Changyuan walked quietly to the general stage and sat down at his desk. "What's going on now?"
Zhao Liang, who was in charge of the investigation, went forward to report: "Reporting to Marshal, there are traces of the Liao army twenty miles outside Liuzhou City."
Everyone seemed to be informed and mentally prepared, quietly waiting for Zhao Changyuan's final decision.
Only Yang Jinyi was still so restless: "What should we do now? I'm just waiting for your words."
Zhao Changyuan lowered his head and looked at the terrain map spread out on the table in front of him. After thinking for a moment, a layer of majesty appeared on his slumped face unconsciously: "Ge Xiaoqing and Zhao Liang come forward to obey the order!"
"The last general is here!" General Ge Zhao also immediately cheered up and stepped out of the queue.
"You two, divide your troops into two wings and surround me with the two states of Yingmo."
"Got the order!"
"Yang Jinyi, He Yong obeys the order!"
"The end is here!"
"I want you two to lead 50,000 cavalry and drive directly to Zhuzhou." At this point, Zhao Changyuan raised his head and looked directly at Yang Jinyi, as if the following words were specifically meant for him: "But as long as the Liao army retreats to Zhuzhou,
You must retreat immediately, and if you dare to advance rashly, you will be dealt with according to military law."
"General, obey the order!" Yang Jinyi has been very obedient during this period.
Zhao Changyuan nodded, and finally looked at Master Pan with an expressionless expression: "Pan Jingyuan and I will be stationed in Cangzhou, setting up all firearms and artillery, and preparing for a full-scale battle. Only in this way can we be sure of nothing."
After saying this, everyone in the tent was stunned. Is the matter so serious? Liuzhou City is still some distance away from here.
Zhao Changyuan saw everyone's doubts and said calmly: "You may think I am making a fuss out of a molehill. In fact, on the way here, I have been thinking, why did the Liao army not send troops earlier or later, but why is there any movement at this time?"
Only then did everyone understand his intention. Young Master Evil asked, "Marshal, you mean that someone leaked the information about you and your wife to the Liao people?"
"It's very possible, so I guess the Liao people will also be prepared with two hands, one to deal with Liuzhou, and the other to deal with us."
This Zhao Changyuan was quite reliable, and he finally did not lose control of the enemy at this moment. The generals walked out of the tent with military orders, and their hearts that were originally hanging were temporarily returned to their stomachs.
Only he, after everyone left, leaned slumped on the chair, falling into despair again.
Pao Zi walked in to bring him tea, but was so frightened that he dropped the tea tray in his hand. "Marshal! What's wrong with you?"
Zhao Changyuan finally came to his senses and felt his face was wet. When he reached out and touched it, it was all covered in blood.
"It's okay. Maybe he's a little angry." He raised his head calmly and pressed his nose to stop the bleeding. For a few days, he didn't eat well and slept very little. From his chest to his brain, he was on fire all the time.
Several doctors warned him not to be sad anymore. If he continued like this, before his wife could get better, he would damage his liver at first, hurt his eyes at worst, or incur incurable lesions on his body that would be difficult to heal.
After cleaning up the fragments on the ground, he felt very uncomfortable when he saw the half-dried blood stains on his face. "Marshal, I'm going to make you some lotus leaf and lotus seed tea to calm down the fire."
"good."
At the same time, a few uninvited guests suddenly broke into the Yamen Post House. To say "intrusion" is not quite appropriate. The leader walked straight to Marshal Zhao's bedroom with a serious face, even though the guards in the garden were carrying
No one dared to stop Zhao Changyuan's ban.
After Tian Hai saw the visitor from a distance, he quickly shouted at the door of the room to the masters inside: "Second Young Mistress, Mrs. Han, a visitor is here."
Aunt Six asked: "Who?"
"Lord Pan Zhuqing."
"Brother?" Du Ruotong was shocked. He quickly dropped the embroidery in his hands, got up and walked out the door. "I'll go out and take a look."
As soon as he stepped out of the door, he was greeted by Pan Zhuqing's cloudy face. Behind him were Xue Jiu and a healthy little old man.
"Brother, why are you here?" Du Ruotong asked him cautiously.
"How is she?" Pan Zhuqing asked crisply, obviously impatient to beat around the bush.
"Ah? You mean, Yueyue?" After saying that, Du Ruotong felt that he was stupid enough. Who else could he ask? "I'm not awake yet."
After Pan Zhuqing heard this, he was about to enter the house. Du Ruotong quickly spread his hands to stop him: "Hey, brother... what do you want to do?"
"I want to go in and see her." His tone was unquestionable, as if he wanted to force his way in without letting her in.
Du Ruotong bit his lip, not daring to look into his bloodshot eyes, and said awkwardly: "This is inappropriate..."
"What's inappropriate? Aren't you there too?"
"But Jealousy Jar said that you can't let anyone in without his permission." Du Ruotong lowered her head, but she could clearly feel the burning anger above her head. Today, the iceberg seemed to have turned into a volcano. She was so cruel for Jealousy Jar.
I offended my uncle.
After waiting for a long time, Pan Zhuqing suddenly called out loudly: "Xue Jiu!"
"Young Master."
"Go and ask General Zhao if Pan Zhuqing and the imperial physician are here to visit his wife. Will he let her go?" It turns out that the little old man behind him is an imperial physician.
Du Ruotong and Tian Hai looked at each other, neither of them knew what to do.
"Yes!" Xue Jiu responded and retreated.
Aunt Six's voice suddenly sounded in the room: "Wait!"
"Mrs. Han." Pan Zhuqing patiently greeted her politely.
Sixth Aunt moved to him with difficulty, nodded and smiled: "I have met Mr. Pan. There is no need to report. Since Mr. Pan has invited the imperial doctor, please come in and see Yueyue."
Pan Zhuqing glanced at her gratefully: "Thank you, Mrs. Han."
"Thank you." Sixth Aunt secretly admired Pan Zhuqing for coming prepared. Gong Yueyue's life is at stake now, who can keep the imperial doctor out? If Zhao Changyuan even cares about this, he is a top-notch idiot.
"Doctor Xu, please." Pan Zhuqing was a polite person after all, so he let the doctor into the room first.
Sixth Aunt had already lowered the bed curtains, and Pan Zhuqing could only see through the faint gauze curtains the beautiful figure that he tried hard to forget, but as soon as others mentioned it, he would immediately lose his mind. She in his mind flickered.
Every smile is a scenery. Now, there is only this silent and lifeless afterimage.
The imperial doctor carefully checked Gong Yueyue's pulse. When Pan Zhuqing saw his frown, he became more and more uneasy: "Imperial doctor, Mrs. Zhao, what is going on here?"
Doctor Xu pinched his beard and said cautiously: "In response to Master Pan, judging from the pulse, there is nothing abnormal about Mrs. Zhao and the fetus in her belly. It's just..."
"The imperial doctor said it's okay."
"Mrs. Zhao's symptoms are very similar to a patient diagnosed by the old master. The master described the symptoms as soul-leaving syndrome."
Except for the imperial doctor, everyone in the room widened their eyes and pondered the weight of these three words. Pan Zhuqing even murmured softly in his mouth: "Soul Leaving Syndrome?"
"Yes. This disease is just like Madam's. The body seems to be healthy, but she is lethargic."
Pan Zhuqing thought for a while and asked him again: "How long will she sleep?"
The imperial doctor looked troubled: "If it is true that there is a soul-leaving syndrome, then it will not wake up so easily."
One sentence made most of the people in the room feel cold.
Pan Zhuqing frowned and asked: "There must be some time, one month? One year? Ten years?"
Seeing that Dr. Xu just lowered his head and remained silent, he simply changed his question: "What happened to the patient you met, Master?"
"Well...I don't dare to say it." (To be continued)