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Chapter Seventy-Five

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    ? Although Qinglong City has been defended, there have been fierce battles for two consecutive days. Fires, boulders, corpses, and knocked down houses have piled up, and there are scars everywhere.

    Ji Changchuan had just finished rectifying a dilapidated Pingxiang Pass, and rushed to deal with the aftermath in a hurry. He didn't even have time to lament the scorched earth, and all the big and small incidents were already oncoming.

    After the battle was over, Xiang Huan suffered numerous minor and serious injuries, so he could only recuperate at home.

    During this period of healing, although I can't go out to see it, but from those chaotic horseshoes, fragmented footsteps, and the words of people outside the wall, I can somewhat know the internal and external troubles in the city at this time.

    Yuan Fu took his remaining 10,000 armored cavalry and Fenghuo cavalry to flee southward along the ancient Jiannan road. On the way, he had a small battle with Yu Fei who was intercepted halfway. Although most of his troops were lost, his power was still there.  In the end, he ran back to the border of Houyan smoothly.

    ?After this battle, Yuan Fu suffered heavy losses, and was injured and fell ill on the road. Although Ji Changchuan failed to take the heads of the traitors and officials, he regained Pingxiang Pass, which is also a big gain.

    The urgent battle report of eight hundred miles was rushed all the way to the capital, and the people in Huizhou had already started the busy daily life of rebuilding their homes.

    In an inconspicuous private house in the corner of the city.

    Lying on the bed like a waste for Wan Yao to take care of has almost become Xiang Huan's daily life these years.

    Their small rented yard survived the fire. Occasionally, the widow next door would bring their children to visit and deliver some melons and fruits for meals.

    The skin wounds all over his body were bloody and bloody, and the scabs slowly began to form on the third day.

    Under the sacrifice of a few old hens, the withered and weak meridians finally stopped stagnating, and he was able to raise his hand to let Wan Yao bandage his chest wound.

    Scars criss-cross on the young skin, the old wounds from last time still have faint marks that have not faded, and the new incisions have been covered in an inhumane way, as if it would never end.

    Wanyao's fingers brushed over the bloodstains flying over the flesh, her expression was deeply worried, and the corners of her lips pressed down silently.

    Xiang Huan watched her expression from the side, and waited for Wan Yao to fasten the cloth strips on his back, then said while putting on his robe: "If you are tired, go and rest first, I can take care of myself.  "

    She got up and took a few walnuts from the basket, and said coolly, "If you can take care of yourself, you won't have to suffer from these injuries eat it."

    Xiang Huan took it over, "Anything can happen against Yuan Fu, I'm lucky to be alive, how can I not get hurt at all"

    When Wanyao bent down, there was a bit of walnut crumbs in the hair on the sideburns, and he naturally reached out his hand to help her take it off.

    And at that moment, Wan Yao seemed to recall something, and when his skinned fingertips touched it, she avoided it awkwardly.

    Xiang Huan's hand was hanging in the air like this, there was a trace of surprise in his eyes, he probably didn't expect her to hide, but he felt a little bit disappointed.

    But the boy's face didn't show very clearly, it just flashed by and then raised a smile.

    "I should really let you see how I look when I go into battle against the enemy." He held the walnuts in his palm and smashed them into half with a little effort.

    Wan Yao asked suspiciously: "Why?"

    Xiang Huan raised one eyebrow, "Seeing how powerful I am, you won't despise me."

    His youthful arrogance and arrogance that dragged him to the sky made him smile a bit, and Wan Yao was about to sneer, when a casual and familiar voice suddenly sounded outside: "On the battlefield, there is either fire or smoke.  Missing an arm and breaking a leg, it's so dangerous, you still want a girl to watch you show off your skills?"

    The two people in the room were stunned for a moment when they heard it.

    The person walking in against the light was a general wearing a black battle robe. Unlike ordinary generals, he walked calmly and powerfully, but lifted his weight lightly, as if he was strolling in a courtyard.

    Ji Changchuan was blocked by the military affairs of resetting the city defense, and he was free until today to take a look at his rebellious student.

    Xiang Huan's arrogance died down the moment he appeared, as if someone had done something wrong and was caught on the spot, with a guilty conscience on his face.

    However, Wan Yao saluted lightly, "General Ji."

    "Then you guys talk slowly."

    The situation was clearly meant to leave them both alone.

    Xiang Huan felt something was wrong, and immediately grabbed her secretly from behind, and lowered his voice as if in a panic: "Hello"

    Wanyao kept his composure, opened his five fingers that were clenched on his sleeve one by one, nodded to Ji Changchuan with an elegant and polite smile, and then left Xiang Huan on the spot without looking back.  .

    &nbs??Attempts to treason.  "

    Yuan Fu's move caught everyone by surprise. He left as he said, and he turned back as soon as he said. One day before the DPRK and China were attached to their domineering officials and clansmen, everyone was in danger the next day.  Busy with him to get rid of the relationship.

    Wan Yao frowned incomprehensibly: "After all, it's my own sister, aren't you afraid that if I walk away, they will be imprisoned?"

    Xiang Huan smiled lightly in his arms, laughing at her naivety, "Yuan Fu, who is he?"

    "He said 'I'd rather let the people of the world bear me than let the world bear me'. In the past, even my mother and brother could abandon me. A younger sister is nothing."

    Qin Zheng followed and nodded in agreement, "On the day of the accident, the master played to His Majesty and drew a clear line with Yuan Gong to show his sincerity. Your Majesty said that he should not be nervous, but he was transferred to Songzhou with an excuse not long after."

    Wan Yao was surprised: "Songzhou? Isn't that one of the border towns in the southern border?" Although it is not as desolate as Yaozhou, it is thousands of miles away from the capital. Thinking about it, it is no different from being exiled.

    "Yes."

    Qin Zheng went to the nearby horse storage place to lead a thin gray horse, and the three of them walked in the busy Qinglong City.

    "The eldest son is not reconciled to this. When he first arrived in Songzhou, he heard that Da Sima and Yuan Gonggong were fighting hard, so he was eager to make some merits so that His Majesty would dispel his guard against the Chen family. He first took the lead in recruiting troops for support, and then learned that  The prefect of Qinglong is recruiting prisoners of war in the nearby city, so"

    Xiang Huan accepted his words with a sneer: "Just pushed you out?"

    Qin Zheng nodded slightly while holding the rein of the horse.

    He seemed to have discovered something rather strange, squinting his eyes and said: "Why do I think that what these embroidered pillows who only talk on paper are doing is virtuous?"

    Xiang Huan even believed that if Liang Hua, Peng Yongming and Mr. Chen could meet each other one day, they would become friends at first sight, and they would hate to see each other later.

    This scene is a bit exciting to think about.

    Wan Yao poked him in the waist with his elbow from below, signaling him not to joke around at such a time.

    "The person surnamed Peng is not a good person. He probably sent you to die." She sighed lightly, "Does Ms. Chen know that you came to Huizhou? She didn't intercede for you?"

    Speaking of Chen Wenjun, Qin Zheng's brows that had been dull all the time rarely came to light, "She saidMiss originally disapproved of the Eldest Young Master's actions."

    His eyelids drooped, "But in fact, the young lady's situation at home has not been very good since she came back from the Liang family. After the family moved to Songzhou, the situation has become even worse"

    After a short pause, Qin Zheng raised his eyes and smiled lightly, "It's my own plan to fight the enemy this time, and it has nothing to do with her."

    Wan Yao didn't quite understand: "Then why do you"

    The young man tightened the luggage on his shoulders, "I think, if the Chen family can gain power again, she will be much happier and won't be looked down upon."

    "Well, that's something I can do for her."

    When he said this, the expression in his eyes was exactly the same as when he threatened Wanyao for medical treatment in a cave outside the capital a long time ago.

    In the blink of an eye, the mottled north gate of Azure Dragon City is in front of you.

    Qin Zheng turned around and bid farewell to the two of them, "Let's send it here."

    Wan Yao worried: "Take care."

    "Well, there will be a period later."

    He got on his horse, a thin horse and a thin man, and walked along the long road in the suburbs until he reached the depths of the forest.

    She stood under the city gate, watching Qin Zheng drift away with emotion in her eyes.

    Xiang Huan turned his head to look this way, feeling quite uncomfortable, stretched out his hand and shook Wan Yao's eyes a few times.

    "Hey, why are you staring at him all the time? Look at me."

    He put his hips on his hips to hold the injustice for himself, "Isn't it also because of you that I worked so hard outside?" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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