"Xuan Jing's intelligence is far inferior to that of the girl. The girl has great blessings. In the future -"
After she finished speaking, she raised her head and looked at her steadily.
"Miss Nan, do you have something to say?"
"yes."
"You might as well say it clearly."
"Although a girl's life is precious, her life will be rough in love. With her delicate hands, a girl can become a hegemon for a lifetime, or she can destroy the kings of all countries. I hope that the girl will choose a wise master to serve her."
Choose a master and serve him.
Gong Yueyue wanted to talk to her in detail, but she seemed to have finished speaking, turned around and left without stopping at all.
Not long after Nan Xuanjing left, the sky outside became dark and a cold wind blew.
Gong Yueyue put on her fox fur and went out, but she saw figures running back and forth not far away, but they looked like soldiers carrying the wounded back.
The battle with the Southern Dynasty army was extremely fierce, and the sound of crying women and children could be heard from time to time in the wind.
She walked slowly through the clumps of grass, occasionally coming into contact with a few rays of resentment and jealousy.
As the sky gradually darkened, Gong Yueyue returned to the tent and found that it was deserted. The people who usually served her were gone. She didn't mind and went to the back camp to get food.
"Have you heard? The general who came from the Southern Dynasty this time was particularly powerful. He trapped the first and third princes."
"Really?" Several cooks whispered to each other. Gong Yueyue felt suspicious and wanted to inquire carefully, but she didn't know how to inquire.
At night, lying on the bed, she tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. The shadow of Zhao Changyuan always appeared in her mind - he had treated her very well these days. He gave her almost anything she wanted, and he gave her whatever she didn't want.
We will also try our best to deliver it.
Now, he is on the battlefield, his life or death is unknown, how can she rest in peace?
He simply got up, wrapped himself in a cloak and came out, only to see that the sky was filled with frost and the stars were brilliant. It was a completely different scene from the daytime.
OK, OK, OK, a burst of panicked hoofbeats suddenly came. Gong Yueyue's back suddenly straightened up, her hands tightly clenched the corners of her clothes, she held her breath and widened her eyes - what a hope, what a hope.
I hope the person who comes is him...
She didn't say anything. After the cavalry left, she bit her lip and dragged her painful legs back to the tent. She took off her hairpins and clothes, found Zhao Changyuan's usual clothes and put them on. After cleaning them up, she left again.
tent.
The night was dark, Gong Yueyue stumbled, fell down again and again, got up again and again, fell down again, and got up again.
The fog became thicker and thicker, and she could not tell the direction at all. She struggled to stand up, walked to a tree, held on to the trunk, and panted lowly.
I don't know when I can get to Heilongpo - I heard that it was the place where the Black Yi army and the Southern Dynasty army fought.
Although it had been a while since he arrived in Heiyi, Gong Yueyue rarely left the tent and was completely unfamiliar with the terrain outside. He could only continue to move forward based on his own feelings.
She didn't know how long she had been walking when she suddenly heard a rustle in front of her. She quickly hid herself behind her and stuck her head out to take a closer look, only to see a black soldier walking low through the trees.
Gong Yueyue leaned her back on the tree trunk, covering her lips tightly with her hands. She waited for the black barbarian soldiers to leave, then crawled forward and slowly approached the camp below.
There were several tents lined up at the foot of the mountain, and she carefully identified them. Three of them were different from the others, and the third one from the right had a white wolf flag hanging above it - that was Zhao Changyuan's symbol.
Gong Yueyue's heart suddenly relaxed. It seemed that things were simpler than she thought. As long as she got closer, she would know what happened to Zhao Changyuan. However, there were guards at the gate and other soldiers. What would she do?
How can I bypass it?
Gong Yueyue lay silently in the grass, clutching the turf tightly with both hands, and almost all the blood in her body rushed to her forehead.
Just as she was about to take action, a pair of hands suddenly came from behind, grabbed her legs, and dragged her out.
Gong Yueyue's eyes widened in shock - what came into her eyes was a swollen face of a man, his lips were slanted to both sides, revealing two rows of yellow teeth.
"Well..." Gong Yueyue struggled and cried out, trying to resist. The man was like a mountain, pressing heavily on her.
She grabbed the ground with her right hand randomly, dug out the dirt and threw it into the man's eyes.
The man was in pain, jumped up, and kicked her over at the same time, with a fierce look in his eyes: "You bitch!"
Gong Yueyue paid no attention to him, picked up stones and threw them at him with all her strength. The man was in pain and became furious, while I quickly dodged into the bushes and fled forward quickly.
Fortunately, the man did not catch up. Although she got rid of his entanglement, she also made herself very tired. She leaned on a stone and gasped for air.
Apparently, the Black Yi Army camp was very tightly guarded. She could only sneak in at night. The most important thing now was to conserve her strength.
Thinking of this, Gong Yueyue found a secluded place, took off her coat, spread it on the ground, then lay down and began to recharge her batteries and wait for dark.
Night finally fell. Gong Yueyue stood up from the ground, put on her clothes, and slowly moved closer to the camp. Seeing that she was less than a hundred feet away from the camp, she suddenly noticed something flashing beside her.
Gong Yueyue was startled and immediately fell down in the grass again. She turned her head and looked around. She vaguely saw a few black shadows flashing past. She still doubted herself. Burning rockets streaked across the sky like meteors.
Penetrating the tent in the middle of the night, the tent immediately burst into flames!
Night attack!
The Southern Dynasty army launched a night attack!
The blood all over Gong Yueyue's body suddenly turned cold, and her mind went blank.
"Kill!"
Dozens of men in black jumped up from the grass and rushed straight into the camp. From behind, the Southern Dynasty army came silently like ghosts.
Gong Yueyue has never seen fighting.
At least such a bloody method of war has never been seen before.
They were like thunder, lightning, fierce horses, and howling wind.
Scimitar, bow and crossbow, this is a world belonging to men, a battlefield for men.
Amidst the chaos, two horses stood out.
One of them held a scimitar and the other held a spear, fighting together.
Around them, soldiers from both sides continued to fall.
Gong Yueyue stared at everything, as if her whole person had turned into a stone statue. It wasn't until the spear penetrated the chest of one of them and blood spattered that she yelled: "No--!"
But her scream seemed so faint in the chaos that no one heard it at all.
Gong Yueyue rushed over, with a speed and method that she could not imagine.
When the spear was inserted for the second time, it stood between them.
The tip of the gun stopped after tearing through her clothes.
"Qiong'er?"
His hoarse voice was filled with surprise, ecstasy, and confusion.
But all Gong Yueyue did was protect the man behind her.
His burning eyes finally cooled down a little bit, and he looked at the man behind her: "Who is he?"
"fiancé."
"Fiancé?" The man's face suddenly turned white, and the voice coming from his throat was particularly strange: "He is your fiancé? Then who am I?"
Gong Yueyue closed her eyes.
A hand stretched out from behind and pushed her away.
Zhao Changyuan stood up slowly and looked at the man who was still on the horse: "Are you Han Jingliang?"
Han Jingliang didn't react at all. He just stared at her: "What did you just say? Say it again."
"He is my fiancé."
"Gong Yueyue!" Han Jingliang's eyes sharpened sharply, and he thrust his spear forward again, but Zhao Changyuan blocked it with his sword.
them……
Gong Yueyue looked at them with sad eyes.
They are all men she loves, and they are also men who love her, but...
"It's me." Zhao Changyuan straightened up: "It was me who told Duo'er that you were married, so Duo'er agreed to be with me."
"Are you married?" Ah Chen's eyes and expression were very strange: "Are you married?"
Looking at him like this, Gong Yueyue felt as if she had been struck by lightning - had Zhao Changyuan deceived her and every word he said was a lie?
This is impossible, impossible!
"It's the news from Hedu. Everyone saw that you married Princess Zhaoyun."
"So." Ah Chen ignored anyone and just looked at her steadily: "Do you believe it? Believe that I married Princess Zhaoyun, believe that I am that kind of person?"
"Achen."
"Don't call me!" With blood almost dripping from his eyes, he suddenly turned the horse's head and galloped forward.
"Prince!" A voice rang out from the crowd, and four sharp gazes swept across Gong Yueyue's face like the tips of cold swords, with deep condemnation and even anger.
"Your Highness." Zhao Changyuan's soldiers also rushed to their side: "What should we do now?"
Zhao Changyuan still hesitated, but Gong Yueyue had already grabbed his hand and begged: "Don't hurt him, don't!"
"What did you say?" Zhao Changyuan looked at her in shock: "It's him..."
"I know." Gong Yueyue's tone became urgent: "But I still hope you won't hurt him."
Zhao Changyuan's eyes narrowed: "In your eyes, who is more important, me or him?"
"But just now, I stopped him too!"
"Speaking of it this way." Zhao Changyuan narrowed his eyes slightly: "You think you are great?"
"I..." Gong Yueyue suddenly hesitated because she found that she had no choice between these two men.
"So you have never forgotten him..." Zhao Changyuan's eyes were dark, and he suddenly pushed her away, stood up, and shouted loudly: "Where are the bows and arrows? Get my prince's bow and arrows!"
Ge Li arrived in response and handed a big bow to Zhao Changyuan. Zhao Changyuan held the bow in one hand, jumped up on his horse, and aimed an arrow at Ah Chen.
"Zhao Changyuan!" Gong Yueyue shouted suddenly.
Zhao Changyuan turned around and saw her pointing a short knife at his throat. He was immediately startled: "What are you going to do?"
"If you want to shoot an arrow, I will stab myself to death!"
"You——" His face turned red with anger, but he did not fire the arrow, but shouted angrily: "Retreat!"
Before the battle was over, Gong Yueyue's name had spread throughout both armies, and her relationship with the two men had become even more widespread.
She was lying in a tent, and no one paid attention to her for the time being.
if.
If it weren't for these two men, who were both key figures in the two armies, maybe her situation would be much better, but they happened to be.
The battle between two armies was a matter of life and death, but it was rewritten by a woman.
Probably no one can tolerate such a thing happening, and no one wants to see such a thing happen.
"Third Prince." Many soldiers gathered outside Zhao Changyuan's tent and roared angrily: "We clearly have the initiative, why should we give up?" (To be continued)