301. Chapter 300 Bing Ge Iron Horse Cold Light Splash 11
The sky is a leaden color, and the military camps on the ground are like snowdrifts that are rising in an instant. There is no wind today, and where the kitchen is, smoke is rising straight into the sky. It should be evening at this time.
However, there were only thick clouds and no sunset in the western sky. A fast horse rushed toward the military camp like an arrow, and the rapid sound of horse hooves broke the dullness.
The horse rode quickly to the gate of the military camp. The man on the horse pulled the reins hard. When he sat down, the horse neighed and raised its hooves high. When it fell down again, it felt as if it weighed a thousand catties.
"Who is it? You dare to run wildly even in the center of the military camp." The soldiers guarding could not sit still. The closer they got to Xiangyang City, the more anxious they became. This was a big battle, and the possibility of survival was very slim.
The man on the horse was wearing a set of gray robes, and his face had the unique hardness of the Mongols. At this time, there was no expression on his face. He just glanced at the guard soldiers indifferently, reached into his arms and took out a token, "Prince Mansion Bayin has you."
I have a request to see His Highness the Crown Prince."
His voice was rich and powerful, and he spoke Mongolian. The surrounding soldiers quickly gathered around him, and the squad leader who knew Mongolian immediately greeted him with a smile.
"Sir, wait a moment, we will open the gate right now." The captain hurriedly directed his men to open the door and looked at the man respectfully.
The man quickly got off his horse and said, "Find someone to lead the way for me."
Inside the central tent, Arnold's stomach was churning and he was making retching sounds.
Zhenjin, who was also resting in the tent, felt a twinge of pain in his heart when he looked at her haggard appearance, and slowly suggested, "How about I ask Qiyan to prescribe some medicine for you."
Arnold spit out again, and the filth he spit out was mixed with repeated yellow bile, and his mouth was even more bitter. Her face was haggard and pale, her eyes seemed to have lost their luster, and her thin cheeks highlighted her beautiful cheekbones.
Gu. "I'm fine. I'll be fine in a while."
There was worry in Zhenjin's eyes, and he whispered, "Uzhina."
A person walked out of the tent, but it was not Uzhina. Hasen saluted Zhenjin and said slowly: "Sir, Uzhina has gone to see the Qiyan doctor." As soon as he finished speaking, another person left.
Come in.
Qianhe ran in with a smile and bowed to Zhenjin first, "Your Highness, I found something that may be able to help Miss Amul stop vomiting."
Arnold glanced at her, saw a small jar in her hand, and asked curiously: "Are you bringing sour plums?"
Qian He nodded, "Don't underestimate this little sour plum. I just left the camp and went to the surrounding farms to find this for a long time."
Arnold smiled helplessly at her. Qianhe was a businessman who recognized money but not people. Ever since she asked Qianhe to come over from Namuhan, she asked Zhenjin to compensate her a lot of silver. From then on, Qianhe
She felt that running a brothel would be better than working as an errand in the Prince's Mansion. So, she volunteered to stay and be Arnold's aunt, taking care of Arnold's daily life. If Arnold was loyal, he would not dare to lie, but if he said that he was delicate and flexible,
He deserved it. So, she said softly: "Thank you, I was thinking just now that it would be nice if I had some sour plums, but I didn't expect you to bring it to me so quickly."
Qian He quickly ran to Arnold, "Here, take two pills quickly, and you'll feel better if you press them."
Arnold took the small jar Qianhe handed her and just opened it before she could take out one. Another notification came from outside.
"Your Highness, little Bayin has something important to report."