Gu Yan's carriage followed the vanguard into Bai Zhou City. She lifted the curtain and looked at the north gate of Bai Zhou City. She remembered what happened in front of this gate half a year ago. The wound on her waist had already healed, but she still remembered the pain of tearing the wound open.
The sound of galloping horses could be heard as Jiang Xun rode his horse against the group. Seeing Gu Ling looking outside, he lowered his head and said, "Madam, we're about to enter the city. The general wants me to escort you directly to the temporary imperial residence."
Gu Yan said, "The palace?"
Jiang Xun nodded, "The refugees are rioting in the city. It is not safe."
Gu Yan frowned, "Bai Zhou is in such a mess?"
What Gu Yan didn't expect was the situation in Bai Zhou City. Because the imperial army retreated in a hurry, most of the Chen family's soldiers returned to Sheng Jing. Yi Ling's army was in front of them. How could the remaining soldiers make the people feel at ease?
The rioting of the refugees was rampant. They killed and set fires. Now, the city was in a bleak state.
Even so, Yi Ling's army entered the city in an orderly manner. The entire army was like a piece of black iron slowly entering the city.
Jiang Xun escorted Gu Yan all the way to Bai Zhou's palace before leaving. The palace was guarded by Yi Ling's people. The palace servants had either fled or left, leaving only the old and the weak.
The moon was high in the sky. Gu Yan was lying on the bed with her eyes closed. Zhao Shuyue was lighting incense outside. She used a small silver spoon to scoop a spoonful of spices into the incense burner. Just as the incense was lit, there was a knock on the door. Gu Yan heard Zhao Shuyue salute, "General."
"Madam, are you asleep?" Yi Ling had just spoken when Gu Yan appeared behind the screen and said, "Xiao Yue, you can leave."
When Zhao Shuyue heard this, she quietly retreated.
Gu Yan heard the sound of the door being gently closed. Only then did she stand beside the screen.
She saw Yi Ling standing at the door and looking at her. He didn't take off his armor, and there was a hint of warmth in his eyes.
He took two steps forward and took Mu Shi's coat from the door and put it on her. "Did I disturb you?"
Gu Yan shook his head. "No, I just fell asleep."
"I wanted to visit you earlier, but it's too late now." Yi Ling walked to the table and sat down.
Gu Yan wanted to sit next to him, but just as he lifted his foot, he remembered that he was still wearing his shoes. When he heard his voice, he hurriedly got up and didn't even put on his shoes properly.
She stood there shyly for a moment, but she was too embarrassed to bend down to put on her shoes in front of him.
When Yi Ling saw this, he laughed softly. Gu Yan was even more shy. He only felt his cheeks burning and did not dare to look up at him for a moment.
Yi Ling got up and walked forward. He picked her up by the waist. The armor was stained with the cold air of the spring night. It was so cold that Gu Yan shivered.
Yi Ling felt her trembling. Just as he was about to put her down, Gu Yan reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck.
She pressed her face against his armor and was speechless for a moment.
Yi Ling sat down with her in his arms. He let her sit on his lap and then leaned over to hold her ankle.
Her ankle was just big enough for him to hold. Her snow-white jade-like skin against the aqua red silk shoes made her even more lovable.
Yi Ling took off her shoes with one hand and put them back on for her. Gu Yan looked at his profile and felt that there was an indescribable tenderness in his eyes.
After helping her put on her shoes, Yi Ling straightened up and looked at her without saying anything. Gu Yan lowered her eyes and did not dare to look at him. She tried to find a topic: "Who else is in the palace?"
As soon as the words left her mouth, Gu Yan regretted it so much that she wanted to bite off her tongue. Yi Ling smiled and said: "There is also the Duan Of Silla."
"The Duan Of Silla?!" Gu Yan said in surprise. This answer was unexpected.
"He is not stupid. A few days ago, he infiltrated Bai Zhou and hid in this temporary residence. Imperial Consort Yi left in a hurry. She did not expect him to be here. "
"This is indeed the best place to hide. Imperial Consort Yi thought that by returning to the capital with the Duan Of Silla, she could rely on the strength of the Imperial City to fight against the Duan Of Silla. But if the Duan Of Silla is gone, she will not be able to do anything." Gu Yan said.
Yi Ling looked at her quietly and waited for her to finish thinking before saying: "So we are not going to give her a chance to rest. Tomorrow at noon, we will immediately move south."
"Then we will not be able to avoid a battle in Yin Province." Gu Yan said faintly.
Yi Ling hugged her and said: "Don't be afraid."
Gu Yan leaned on his chest. Her black hair poured down from her head. A few strands fell on her cheeks and covered her expression. She only said: "I am not afraid."
Yi Ling laughed softly: "Of course you are not afraid now. When the time comes, you are not allowed to cry."
Gu Yan heard this and quickly glanced at him: "I am very bold." Her tone was indescribably coquettish, which made Yi Ling's heart soften.
He raised his hand to caress her face. The delicate feeling passed through his palm and he could not help but rub it.
Gu Yan's body stiffened. She did not dare to move an inch. Her hands unconsciously clenched into fists and slightly trembled.
Yi Ling lowered his head and kissed her hair. The faint fragrance of her hair made him unable to help but sniff it.
He slightly used his palm to lift her face and kissed down her cheek, stopping at the corner of her lips.
Gu Yan lowered her eyes. Her small fan-like eyelashes trembled, revealing the nervousness of a master. Her nose was filled with his scent. It was clean and wild after being exposed to the wind and sun. She only felt that her cheeks were as hot as charcoal.
Yi Ling's kiss fell on her lips very lightly. Unlike the previous gentle touch, he slowly sucked on her lips. He carefully used the tip of his tongue to pry open her teeth and gently guided her tongue.
Gu Yan subconsciously clasped his arm. Her mind was blank, leaving only his scent surrounding her. She felt like she was drowning and there was nowhere to escape.
After a long time, he let go of her and smiled softly. Gu Yan blushed and buried her head in his chest, refusing to look up again.
He quietly held her for a long time before saying: "Go to sleep. We still have to hurry on tomorrow."
Gu Yan nodded. She let him carry her to the bed in the inner room and put her on the bed. He covered Gu Yan with the blanket and said: "Go to sleep. I'm leaving."
Hearing that he was about to leave, Gu Heng raised her eyes to look at him. Unexpectedly, her eyes met his eyes, which were as deep as a lake. However, there was a hint of a smile in those eyes.
He patted her head as if he was coaxing a child, then turned around and left. She heard him go outside and say a few words to Zhao Shuyue before leaving.
Gu Yan lay on her side, but she didn't feel sleepy.
No one would have thought that the battle of Yin Province would come so quickly. Imperial Consort Yi led the British Martial Army to Yin Province and went to Shangwu.
The commander asked to see the Emperor, but Imperial Consort Yi refused. The commander of the British Martial Army and the commander knelt in front of the Emperor and asked to see the Emperor, but the army didn't move.
At this time, Imperial Consort Yi was sitting in a simple house in Shangwu. The dying Emperor Yin was lying unconscious on the bed behind her.
Hearing Qing 'er's report, Imperial Consort Yi couldn't hide the anger in her eyes. She sneered: "Ask to see the Emperor? I think they want to rebel! "
Qing 'er lowered her head and didn't dare to make a sound. After a while, Imperial Consort Yi asked: "Is Chen Qiong done well?"
Qing 'er said: "Yes, Imperial Consort, don't worry."
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