"Huh?" She jumped up and almost reached the roof. "He's back? He's back? Where, where? Is he already here? " She looked around, not looking for Zhangsun Wuji, but for a hole to hide in. She was afraid of getting beaten up.
The guard was silent for a while. "Master is still on the way … No one knows where he is."
"Ah …" She calmed down and thought of a serious problem. "Why did he come back? Why did he come back? How could he come back now? "
'It can't be. The war at the eastern front is not over yet, and the commander left the army and slipped away? Does Zhangsun Wuji treat national affairs like a game? '
She scratched her face. 'Zhangsun Wuji doesn't look like someone who would ignore military intelligence and treat war as a game. Also, why did he come back? 'This … that … that … it can't be for me, right?'
She firmly refused to think in that direction. 'Don't be so narcissistic. Do you think that Zhangsun Wuji is Edward VIII who cares about beauty and not the country? Besides, I'm fine now, so why did he come back? '
"It's all my fault …" The secret guard blamed himself. "That day at the city gate, I thought Miss Meng and I were going to die. According to the usual practice, a secret guard would try to leave clues for his companions to trace before they die. So, I left a mark that only our secret guards could understand at the city gate. When Miss Meng was rescued that day, I fainted and was carried back to the city for treatment. Miss Meng wasn't in the city either. A brother who heard the news came and saw the mark … Shocked, he immediately reported the news … Master received the news and left the eastern barracks that night …"
Fuyao's face darkened. After a while, she stammered, "What does that mark say?"
"Everyone died in battle. Miss Meng committed suicide …"
Meng Fuyao slammed into the window with a bang, startling the guard. She touched her head with tears in her eyes. "Don't … this is too much of a prank …"
"Then hurry up and tell him not to come back." Meng Fuyao tugged at her hair. "What's going on? The war on the eastern front isn't over yet, and King De is about to rebel. If he leaves the camp now, he's doomed."
"I contacted them as soon as I woke up, but we Dark Guards only have one line of communication, so I could only send a message to the eastern line barracks. The news came back that Master had left the eastern line barracks overnight. He walked very quickly, and for safety's sake, he didn't inform anyone of his route. The Dark Guards left at the eastern line barracks haven't caught up with him, so they don't know where Master is now."
"The world is in a mess …" She paced around and thought for a long time before asking, "Will there be chaos at the eastern front if he suddenly ran away?"
"Master will definitely make arrangements. Don't worry, Miss Meng." The secret guard said in a low voice, "It's just that the current situation is different from the past. King De's scouts have eyes and ears, and the Scarlet Wind Squad has spread their nets everywhere. Master will definitely be ambushed along the way …"
When Fuyao heard this, she suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and her heart thumped furiously.
In a flash, she suddenly understood King De's intention of abandoning Yao City!
It wasn't to deal with Yao City, nor was it to curry favor with the two armies, but to kill Zhangsun Wuji!
He had colluded with Gao Luo to cause chaos, causing Zhangsun Wuji to leave the southern border in a hurry, and then putting her in danger, forcing Zhangsun Wuji to travel thousands of miles alone to rush back here. On this long road, he had many opportunities to intercept and kill him halfway!
King De could not let Zhangsun Wuji die in the southern border. The southern border was now his, and if something happened to the Crown Prince there, it would be difficult for him to steal the throne in the future. After all, Zhangsun Wuji's prestige was too high. But if Zhangsun Wuji died anywhere outside of the southern border, King De could push the blame to anyone, and could even use this as an excuse to take revenge for the Crown Prince to immediately mobilize his troops!
That way, he would have both status and righteousness. Coupled with the reputation of loyalty he had accumulated in the past, it would be a piece of cake for him to conquer the world.
As for how King De knew about her identity and their relationship, Fuyao did not understand. Logically speaking, Zhangsun Wuji must have put a lot of effort into keeping it a secret, but no matter how Fuyao thought about it, she still felt that something was wrong. She felt that these matters were complicated enough, but the truth and the overall situation were still shrouded in a thick fog, and it seemed even more complicated than it was now.
"I'm done for, done for, done for …" Fuyao's scalp was about to explode. She clutched at her hair in a daze and walked back gloomily. Carelessly, she bumped into a sturdy chest. She covered her burning nose and cursed, "Ghost? Why are you standing in front of me without making a sound! "
"Why do you look like you owe someone a million taels of silver?" Zhan Beiye's eyes were like black agates immersed in spring water, staring at her brightly. "I've never seen you so distracted for me before."
"Look at the time, and you're still spouting such nonsense." Fuyao pushed him away and looked at him, then at Zong Yue, who had turned his head to look at her. Although she had some questions she wanted to ask these political figures, she hesitated for a moment and did not say anything. No matter what, Zhangsun Wuji's departure from the eastern front was Limitless Nation's top secret, and she had no right to divulge it.
On the surface, Fuyao continued to entertain them as if nothing had happened. During this time, they had experienced countless verbal bickering, sarcasm, and backstabbing. At the dining table, the Medical Sage and King Lie used their tongues as spears and their gazes as spears. They clashed like lightning and thunder. At first, Fuyao tried to persuade them, but she eventually became numb to it. 'Sigh, when a man with a venomous tongue meets an explosive man, it's just like that. If the sky wants to rain, the king wants to curse, let them be.'
Her biggest headache was Ya Lanzhu, who was like a puppy, following her even when she went to the toilet. "I want to see you adulterous couple." Fuyao asked her if she knew what adulterous couple meant. The noble, pure, and seemingly mature lady was actually a little princess. She blinked her eyes and answered, "A man and a woman sleeping together is adulterous couple."
Fuyao immediately calmed down. 'Oh, so her father and mother are adulterous couple too.'
That night, Fuyao finally kicked Zhan Beiye out of the door. With Ya Lanzhu, who was like an alarm clock, around, Zhan Beiye could forget about sleeping by her side. After arranging for the three of them to stay far away, Fuyao closed the door and sat under the lamp, sighing.
Zhangsun Wuji had actually rushed back, abandoning the war on the eastern front and abandoning hundreds of thousands of troops to take the risk of sneaking back. Just because of that damned sentence, "Miss Meng committed suicide." Oh my god, she would become a sinner.
Fuyao twisted her fingers and stared blankly under the fluorescent light. Zhangsun Wuji had returned in a hurry without alerting the main camp, so he must have brought a limited number of people with him. On the other hand, King De had come prepared and was on guard halfway. When the time came, bandits, landslides, bandits, pirates …
The more she thought about it, the more depressed she became. She could not help but ask Lord Ingot, who was nibbling on a fruit, "Hey, Rat, I heard that you only produce one in a hundred years. What's so magical about it? Can you predict where your master is right now? "
Lord Ingot ate his fruit ferociously, not bothering to answer such a retarded question. 'My magic isn't for a commoner like you to use.'
Fuyao stared at the rat and suddenly realized that it was dressed very coquettishly today. Its robe was bright red, open at the front, with huge black pearl buttons decorated with fine, colorful gems. The rat had a special suitcase, and each piece of clothing was worth more than the sum of Fuyao's tattered clothes. She had never seen it wear this before. Could it be that it knew that its master was coming back and was wearing it to celebrate?
Lord Ingot saw her uneasy expression and became even more cocky as he walked a few cat-like steps in front of her. Fuyao was furious. She grabbed the gaudy robe and threw the rat out.
A ball of flowers flew straight towards the door. Lord Ingot saw a white figure walking towards him while he was flying at high speed. Just as he was about to be saved, the white figure had already moved away in disgust. Lord Ingot slowly slid down from the door with a thud …
The one who entered was naturally Zong Yue. He stood at the door, his clothes as clean as snow. His temperament was in harmony with the darkness of the night.
Fuyao looked at him bitterly. "I've taken my medicine. You don't have to watch over me personally …"
Zong Yue ignored her and said, "I have something for you."
He took out a small bundle from his bosom and opened it. Inside were the transfer orders, appointment orders, keys, and a token with the word "grain" carved on it.
Fuyao's eyes lit up as she flipped through the items. "This is the official seal of the grain transport officer of King De's Wuling Granary. Where did you get it from?"
"I passed by the granary on my way back. The new grain transport officer, Tang Jian, was rude to me, so I took these items. If it wasn't for the fact that it was inconvenient, I would have killed him on the spot."
"… Are you a doctor?" Fuyao mumbled. "Do you kill more people than you save?"
Zong Yue looked up at her and extended his hand. "Give it back to me."
Fuyao kept the bundle and giggled. "It'll be easier with this. I need an identity to sneak into King De's army. There's nothing better than a grain transport officer. Grain transport officers don't work in the main tent and don't know many people. Yet, they're in charge of the army's supplies."
She made a pinching gesture and thought fiercely in her heart, 'I caused trouble and caused Zhangsun Wuji to rush back. Now that I can't contact him and I can't help him, I can only take drastic measures and go find the mastermind, Prince De.'
'Choke him to death and cut off the mastermind. Zhangsun Wuji will naturally be safe.'
She kept the bundle and pulled Zong Yue along. "Let's go."
"Huh?"
"Let's go kill someone."
= = =
The grain transport officer, Tang Jian, and his subordinates at the Wuling Granary, which was 20 miles away from Sui River, suffered an ambush that night.
The grain transport officer, Tang Jian, had accidentally lost his official pass and the key to the granary during the day. He was so anxious that he mobilized the entire granary to search for it. He brought along an adjutant and two servants to search the ground inch by inch.
As the servant searched, he suddenly felt a pair of boots.
He looked up in shock. A white light flashed before his eyes, and then a red ribbon of blood floated before his eyes. He subconsciously reached out to grab it and felt something hot.
Someone came over and hit his hand. "You're about to die and you're still touching it."
He could vaguely hear a clear voice. "Zhan Beiye, you sand pig!"
That was the last thought he had as he fell.
…
When the servant fell, Tang Jian felt around behind the screen. He heard a strange sound and straightened up. He saw a pair of deep black eyes suddenly floating in front of him.
Then, he felt his chest heat up and then cold.
As Tang Jian fell, he heard someone behind him say, "His Highness kills people like killing chickens. Fresh blood blossoms everywhere. What a good technique."
The black-eyed man stepped down heavily. He heard a puff sound in his chest. He didn't know what exploded. Then he heard the man's deep and hard voice.
"I will kill Mr. Zong without any hesitation, just like killing a pig."
…
The adjutant of the granary heard the sound of the explosion. He was smart enough to run out without looking up. Suddenly, a snow-white cloth appeared in front of him.
Then he saw his hand suddenly turn blue, as blue as the strange moonlight hanging high in the night. Then his body stiffened and then fell straight down.
"Mr. Zong really has the demeanor of a master when killing people. All of them are like zombies like you."
"You're welcome." The adjutant's last blurred vision was the snow-white cloth fluttering. He heard the voice as light as the midnight wind.
"It's more elegant than His Highness who has the temperament of a bear."
…
The last servant smelled the blood in the room and heard the people talking cheerfully. They seemed to be bickering. In the blink of an eye, three people had been killed. He opened his mouth to shout, but a gaudy figure suddenly hung over his head.
That person brushed past him, and a snow-white arc appeared between his elbows. The arc swept past like lightning and pulled his throat open. As he pulled, he muttered, "Kill one more. I want to see this adulterous couple."
The voice was crisp, fast, and bright, like a rattle made of jade.
…
There were four corpses in the room. Four people stood by the side looking at each other.
She glanced at Zhan Beiye, Zong Yue, and Ya Lanzhu. She hugged her head and said, "… Please, I'm here to hide, not to travel. With so many people, I'll be exposed."
"It's good enough that I allowed you to come." Zhan Beiye glared at her. "You haven't recovered yet! How can I not watch? "
"I'm a doctor. I should follow my patients," Zong Yue said calmly.
Ya Lanzhu swung her pigtails. "I have to watch you adulterous couple."
Meng Fuyao was speechless. Zong Yue had already closed the window and melted the four corpses. He then started to make human skin masks.
No matter what the reason was, none of the four were willing to leave. Ya Lanzhu even followed them secretly to kill one more. Tang Jian was a skinny and small man, so Fuyao and Ya Lanzhu fought to be his role model and came to blows. In the end, Fuyao pointed at her own nose and said, "I was forced to commit suicide. Aren't you going to avenge me?" Zhan Beiye felt sorry for her and dragged Ya Lanzhu to the side. She had no choice but to become a servant.
Zhan Beiye and Zong Yue almost got into a fight among the remaining assistants and manservants. Zong Yue said, "This manservant has two inverted eyebrows and narrow eyes. He is the type of person who takes things by force. His demeanor is very similar to your highness."
Zhan Beiye laughed coldly. "I feel that this servant has a wretched temperament and shifty-eyed eyes, which complements Mr. Zong's style."
Finally, Fuyao flew into a rage and jumped on the table. "Please, King Zhan, look carefully. That servant is stronger, and his waist is thicker than Zong Yue's!"
Zhan Beiye had no choice but to become a servant. During the process, he looked gloomy and muttered to himself. Ya Lanzhu leaned in to listen and heard him say sinisterly, "Men with thin waists can't get it up!"
Thus, Ya Lanzhu asked Zong Yue innocently, "He said you can't get it up. Hey, what do you mean by that?"
…
Fuyao's face was full of black lines. She could sadly foresee the dark future ahead.
After the four of them were done with their disguises, they stood in the room and looked at each other. Fuyao was disguised as Tang Jian, Zong Yue's assistant, Zhan Beiye, and Ya Lanzhu's servant.
Coincidentally, the previous granary officer had been appointed by the Limitless Imperial Court, so King De naturally wanted to replace him. Tang Jian was a distant relative of King De's by marriage, so he was the most opportunistic. He had come to the granary from Zhongzhou and had only been transferred for a few days. The people who were most familiar with him were his assistant and two personal servants. Now that the four of them had been killed and the entire disguise had been swapped, there was no need to worry about the granary finding out.
No matter how chaotic it was, the four of them finally started their disguise. Fuyao squatted on the ground and looked very sad. 'Sigh, I've seen spies, but I've never seen one with a doctor friend and his friend's pursuer …'
= = =
"Hurry up and transport the rations from Huazhou. They have to be here before nightfall," Fuyao yelled as she stood on the stairs in the granary officer's robe.
She had been pretending to be the granary officer for a few days. The soldiers in the granary were not familiar with the officer and did not reveal any flaws. Fuyao was very comfortable in her role, waiting for King De to make a move so that she could ambush him.
The whereabouts of her own Yao City Lord was now written in her resignation letter and handed to Prince De's desk. After this great calamity, Lord Meng was disheartened. He hung up his crown and begged to leave. He no longer held the position of Yao City Lord and asked Prince De to choose another capable person.
Zhan Beiye's Black Wind Cavalry had also broken up and disappeared into the vast mountains of the Southern Border.
King De had been very busy recently and did not have much energy to pay attention to the City Lord. He wanted to mobilize his troops and kill Zhangsun Wuji. Although it was a pity that Fuyao had escaped, it was beyond his reach.
The sun was not very good today. It was gloomy and the air pressure was very low. Fuyao, who had been ordered by Zong Yue to wear thick clothes to protect her injured body, was sweating profusely after ordering a batch of rations to be delivered. Just as she was about to rest, she heard a horse galloping towards her. She looked up and saw a messenger from the Suishui Barracks. He was waving his whip and shouting from afar, "Hurry, hurry! How much rations are left in the Wuling granary? Load it up and send it up quickly! The army is about to set off! "
Fuyao looked up and asked, "Didn't we just send a batch over? I didn't hear anything about the army setting off. Are they going to fight the two armies?"
"No, the news just came. The Light King of Wanzhou is rebelling and the Crown Prince is in danger. King De has mobilized his troops and sent General Yang Mi to Wanzhou …"
Fuyao did not hear the rest of the sentence.
The surroundings suddenly became quiet, so quiet that there was no sound at all. It was as quiet as the dead, and all movements slowed down. She could only see the mouth of the person opposite her opening and closing, the beads of sweat dripping down, the horses coming and going, tearing apart her originally peaceful vision, and the grain carts grinding through her consciousness … Everything slowly became blurry, and only two words continued to roar.
'Killed, killed, killed …'
Fuyao stood there, the warehouse key in her hand falling from Jiang Mu's palm. Just as it was about to hit the ground, someone stepped forward and grabbed her hand, catching the key. "Yes, Your Highness. Men, open the warehouse again …" Fuyao stood there, waiting for the key to fall to the ground.
The last few words were dragged out, waking Fuyao up with a start. She looked up and met Zong Yue's gaze.
His eyes were clear and calm, with a hint of innate brightness and purity. As his gaze fell on her, Fuyao's chaotic heart suddenly calmed down. It was as if a bunch of demonic flames of fear had been immersed in deep water, giving her a temporary release.
Behind her, someone pulled her shoulders, and another deep voice laughed. "Milord, you must be tired. Go back and rest." Half supporting her, he walked back with steady and calm steps. It was Zhan Beiye.
Fuyao gratefully squeezed his palm, took a deep breath, shook her head, and turned around. By the time she did, she was smiling and wiping the sweat off her forehead. "Look at the weather, Little Brother. It's really uncomfortable when it doesn't rain. I'll arrange for someone to open the granary. Oh, by the way, I heard that the Crown Prince was fighting against Gao Luo at the Eastern Front. How … did he die?"
"I only vaguely heard the gist of it." The young soldier did not know the inside story of King De's rebellion, so he was full of grief for his beloved Crown Prince. "I heard that the Light King of Wanzhou made a false report and tricked the Crown Prince into coming to Wanzhou. When the Crown Prince passed by the Tiger Tooth Mountain, he used 500 kilograms of explosives to blow up the precipice. Only one horse can pass through that place. Once the cliff is destroyed, the Crown Prince … is dead."
After he finished speaking, he hurriedly turned around and left. Fuyao watched as the figure who brought her the bad news gradually disappeared over the horizon. The hope in her heart was gradually extinguished, just like the shadow that was getting smaller and smaller.
There was a location, a person, and the route was right. Furthermore, it was said so clearly and surely … She had been determined not to believe it just now, but now, she could not help but feel afraid. Fuyao slowly clenched her fists. Her palms were cold and clammy, and her hands were sweaty.
No, no, no, no … What kind of person was Zhangsun Wuji? He would not die even if the whole world was killed by him. How could he die so easily?
Why not? Another voice clamored in her heart. He had traveled thousands of miles, and his heart was burning with anxiety. He had brought very few guards with him. Judging from the time, the fact that he was able to reach Wanzhou meant that he had been rushing day and night. He was anxious, anxious, and lacked manpower. He had no time to scout ahead and guard every step of the way. Why couldn't the 500 kilograms of explosives that had been lying in ambush on the precipice be the trump card that could kill him? No matter how strong and intelligent he was, he was still a mortal. He was not indestructible!
Fuyao stood there, letting the two thoughts twist her into two painful halves. Something was being twisted into pieces, inch by inch. Her trembling hands were unable to pick it up.
Suddenly, there was a flash of lightning on the horizon like a snake, followed by a loud explosion. A bolt of lightning struck down with astonishing momentum. The haze that filled the sky was split into jet-black catkins, which were chased by a sudden gust of wind. Between those black and jet-black clouds, there was a cold rain that came crashing down with pitter-pattering sounds.
The raindrops were as large as pearls and formed flags. It was painful, and in an instant, it became a downpour. Fuyao stood in the rain without dodging. She vaguely thought, 'Legend has it that the Son of Heaven is destined to respond to celestial phenomena. His birth and death must be abnormal. Now that there was thunder in February, could it be …'
The heavy rain drenched her in an instant. She raised her head. The raindrops stung her eyes, but they did not seem to be painful at all. In fact, she did not feel any pain at all. She just felt a little numb.
She stood in the rain with her head raised, her wet, black hair sticking to her forehead. The raindrops formed a small stream on her face.
The man dressed in black was about to rush over, but was stopped by the man dressed in white. The two of them looked at each other and came to a rare tacit understanding. They stood under the eaves, not wanting to disturb Meng Fuyao's flustered heart.
After a long, long time, Fuyao suddenly raised her finger and pointed it at the sky.
She opened her mouth and scolded.
"F * ck! You! Mother! "
Her loud roar shocked the soldiers who were braving the rain to transport the grain. They all turned to look at their transport officer in shock. Fuyao had already turned back, wiped the rainwater off her face, and grinned at the soldiers.
"F * ck, this February's weather is lousy with thunder!"
The soldiers laughed in relief and went back to their work. Fuyao put down her hand in a daze, not knowing what to do. Suddenly, someone gently supported her shoulder and said, "The rain is heavy … Be careful …"
Meng Fuyao lowered her eyelashes and obediently walked into the courtyard. Once she entered, Ya Lanzhu caught her and pulled her to change her clothes without a word. Meng Fuyao stood in the toilet in a daze, letting the little princess, who did not know how to serve others, wipe her face with a dry cloth until it was red and change into dry clothes. After that, she felt that there was nothing else to do and sat on the toilet bowl.
She sat on the toilet bowl in a daze, desperately thinking, thinking of all the possibilities and impossibilities. Her brain was numb and her eyes were blurry. Ya Lanzhu glared at her for a long while before her eyes reddened. She lifted the curtain and stomped her feet at the two men waiting outside, saying, "I don't care anymore. I can't bear to see you like that."
Zhan Beiye was silent. After a long time, he let out a long sigh and cursed under his breath.
Zong Yue said, "Congratulations, Your Excellency, you can take advantage of the situation now."
"Bullsh * t!" Zhan Beiye cursed. "Can't you say something human?"
Zong Yue laughed coldly and suddenly raised his voice. "I think you guys need to go into the rain again. Is the information from King De reliable? Is his information trustworthy? Are you going to cry and weep over a few words of nonsense? "
Zhan Beiye's words were ear-piercing and he scolded, "Which eye of yours saw her crying and crying?" He strode over, pulled down the curtain, and carried her out of the toilet bowl. "Hey, why are you in a daze? Wake up, it's not that bad. Zhangsun Wuji is so evil, how could he die? I've been cursing him for 25 years and he's always been alive and kicking …"
"Pfft! You've been cursing people since you were in your mother's womb?" She pushed him away. "Move away, don't disturb me while I'm squatting."
Zhan Beiye's eyes flashed with joy at her scolding. It was mixed with a faint bitterness and a contradictory pain. Zong Yue's expression did not change, but there was a look of relief in his eyes. She walked up to him and said, "You have a specialized information network, so you should have some news. What did you say?"
Zong Yue muttered to himself. She looked him straight in the eye and said calmly, "I want to hear the truth."
"Zhangsun Wuji's whereabouts have always been a mystery," Zong Yue said honestly. "Before this, I didn't have much news either. The news I just received was similar to this. Tiger Fang Valley did collapse, and there was indeed a corpse, his royal insignia, and his horse. Because of the landslide, all the flesh and blood were smashed together … so no one really saw his corpse."
Meng Fuyao closed her eyes and opened them again after a while. "That's it then."
She stared in the direction of Wanzhou and said in a low voice, "I've thought about it. He won't die so easily, he won't! So I'll just do what I have to do here and wait. "
Wait.
Wait for the dust to settle, wait for the truth of fate to be revealed, wait for everyone on this path to end, or continue in the future.
Wait for you to come back.
= = =
On the 14th of February in the 16th year of Wuji's reign, Wuji's Crown Prince, who was supposed to be in charge of the war against Gaoluo on the eastern coast, suddenly passed away in Tiger Fang Valley outside of Wuji's Wanzhou City. It was a city close to the Southern Border, 200 miles away from the Southern Border's King De's camp, and 170 miles away from the Southern Border's border city of Yao City.
When the news spread, the Five Continents were shocked. Guessing, bewildered, observing, and waiting. The whispers that lingered in various countries' territories turned into a strong wind that swept across the four seas and gradually gathered in the sky.
On the 15th of February, King De, who was stationed at the Southern Border's camp, hastily negotiated peace with the two armies. He recruited local soldiers and expanded his army to 300,000. He then raised the "flag of righteousness" and sent his trusted general, Yang Mi, as the vanguard to march out of Wanzhou. During this time, King De announced to the world that the Crown Prince had been harmed by evil spirits. As a subject, he would definitely behead the head of the master-murdering traitor.
Everyone praised Prince De for his righteousness, but there were some clear-headed scholars and scholars who wrote essays to ridicule him. They said that Prince De, "This time, he will seize the Limitless Supreme Emperor's throne under his buttocks. If he does not sit on this throne, he will not return."
However, no matter how the world saw it, King De's uprising continued with vigor. The vanguard, Yang Mi, quickly broke through Wanzhou, but did not stop there. Instead, he used the excuse of "cleansing the emperor's side and appeasing the people's anger" to continue advancing towards the capital.
At this time, King De's ambition was as clear as day. Just as Meng Fuyao had guessed, he had a justifiable reason to start a rebellion, which had never been popular in the Limitless Nation, but he was about to succeed.
It was just that he was about to succeed.
King De, who was wholeheartedly heading towards the capital, had no idea that behind him, there was the figure of a woman coldly watching his footsteps. She was waiting to bite him in the back at any time, to bite a fatal hole through his heart.
On the 24th of the second month, just as the vanguard, Yang Mi, was about to enter the capital, Zhan Beiye issued a secret order for the Black Wind Cavalry hidden in the mountains of the southern borders to move out early. They disguised themselves as refugees from the capital and appeared in front of King De, who had just entered the inland. The 'refugees' wept and complained, making King De tremble with fear. Yang Mi was burning, killing, and looting in the capital, seizing the palace, searching for the imperial jade seal, and plotting to usurp the throne!
King De was so anxious that he repeatedly sent letters to Yang Mi to urge her, but all his military orders had sunk into oblivion. Zong Yue had gathered all his informants to intercept and destroy the letters halfway. Not receiving a reply from Yang Mi, King De was even more anxious. He ordered the entire army to travel day and night without rest. At that time, the weather was extremely bad. It was still snowing in the inland areas, and the roads were muddy and damp. The soldiers from the southern borders were not used to the inland climate, and many of them froze to death. Complaints were heard everywhere, and the soldiers were extremely angry. King De immediately ordered the Wuling Granary to speed up the delivery of rations.
Of course, the rations did not arrive in time.
"Granary Officer Tang" leisurely reported to King De that because the supply line was too long and there were too many bandits along the way, he was unable to deliver the rations. He requested for a few more days to extend the deadline. At the same time, he used King De's name to urge all the counties under his jurisdiction to collect rations and conscript laborers. He wantonly plundered the various counties of the southern borders, causing the people to seethe with resentment.
27th of February.
Ping Prefecture, Gui County.
Meng Fuyao picked her teeth and squatted on top of a rations pile. She waved her arms and shouted, "King De's righteous warrior is here to collect rations —"
Before she could finish her sentence, someone spat on her. "Collecting again! It's only been a month, and you've already collected three times. You're making people die! "
Someone angrily smashed the empty rice sacks, and even more people picked up their rakes and hoes. Their eyes were filled with rage as they scolded and berated Meng Fuyao. This was the third time that Meng Fuyao had come to collect rations this month. The people, who had been squeezed dry of the last bit of rice in their stockpiles, could not bear it any longer. They picked up their weapons randomly, but they did not know what to do.
"Panicked Granary Officer Tang" shouted, "Don't hit me! Don't hit me! This is King De's order! There are many Rong brothers in the Revolutionary Army. They have a big appetite and need more rations. This is also for the sake of the big picture … "
Before he could finish, the crowd roared.
"Why should we let the Rong people eat the rations we've painstakingly planted?"
"Their soldiers eat our rations. Let's go to their houses to get rations!"
"Let's go!"
The crowd roared and surged out of the village in batches, heading in the direction of the Rong Stockade.
In a few other places, the "Granary Officer" and "Assistant Officer Tang", who were in charge of collecting the rations, said the same thing and did the same thing. More people rushed out, raising their weapons as they walked along the village roads. From small alleys to main roads, they gathered with even more people and headed in the direction of the Rong Stockade.
Behind the crowd, Meng Fuyao, who had been running away in fear, slowly stood still.
Her expression was cold and determined, and her eyes burned with a blazing fire. The fire was made of steel, purgatory, hatred, and determination. It was the kind of ruthlessness and persistence that made her determined to pounce on the tigers and wolves in front of her and bite them to death.
The soldiers in King De's army were already defeated, and the anger of the people in the counties had already been provoked. Under her instigation, the people attacked the Rong Stockade and seized the rations. No matter what kind of damage they caused to the Rong Stockade, the soldiers in King De's army were already exhausted and on the verge of collapse. Once they heard that their homes were being invaded, their wives and children were being bullied, and their rations were being stolen, how could they still fight for King De?
A small grain transport officer, with just a few moves in the game of war, could make your army scatter like water, your army defeated like a landslide.
Meng Fuyao was silent. She pursed her lips and raised her head.
Her gaze fell in the direction of the faraway Wanzhou.
It had been so many days, and she had been waiting every second, every minute, every moment. The 24 hours of the day had been shattered by her anxious waiting. Every moment that passed, her heart sank a little. Her hopes had been cruelly harvested by time, but she had no way to retain them. Every night, she went to sleep with hope in her heart, praying that when she woke up the next day, she would see someone with fluttering clothes and a graceful expression leaning over her. He would smile at her and say, "Fuyao, you're being disobedient again." She had already thought of how she would reply. She would say, "You bastard, you scared me to death." Then, she would give him a ruthless slap. Perhaps he would hit her back? Then she would give him a good beating.
However, these plots that she had thought of were never put to use. Every morning, she would wait quietly. If there was no movement, she would close her eyes and grope around her. Her palms would touch the smooth bedding bit by bit. It was cold to the touch … and she never felt the warmth that she had hoped for.
After so many days, King De had also begun to rebel. The pus that he had been trying to squeeze out had finally been squeezed out … If he was fine, he would have returned long ago, but he hadn't.
Meng Fuyao leaned against a tree at the end of the road, standing alone at the entrance of the village. A broken crimson sunset hung on the tree. The trunk was thin, but she was even thinner than the trunk. She hung on the pale gold and fragmented red clouds.
She looked in that direction. Her eyes flashed with the rubble of the Tiger Tooth Ditch, messy clothes, and mangled flesh. Her fingertips were tightly clenched on a bright yellow sleeve that Zhan Beiye had ordered people to find. She clenched it so tightly that it seemed as though she was trying to squeeze out the slightest bit of hope from it.
She was so engrossed in that direction that she did not notice that a little further away, there was a figure dressed in black who was silently staring at her. Frost had formed between his eyebrows from the dew.
She was only thinking,
'Wuji, I've done what I wanted to do for you. I've been waiting for you, waiting for news of your safety.'
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