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Chapter 11: The Poor Moon Scattered Border City Bones (2)


"Princess Wuwa."

She watched Ning Yan open her eyes and burst into tears.

Her eyes were swollen like two peaches.

Ning Yan frowned, still having a splitting headache.

He smiled bitterly and said to Qingluan: "Qingqing, can you please let your princess be quiet for a while?"

"No, no, I'm going to wake you up until you can't sleep.

You've been sleeping for so long.

I'm so afraid you won't wake up."

He started crying again.

"How long have I been asleep?"

"I've been sleeping for five days."

Five days is indeed too long.

She rubbed her brows and comforted Qingluan: "Don't cry, look at your princess, am I not doing well now?"

"It's a good thing that you didn't even have the breath when you fainted on the city wall.

Fortunately, Dr.

Bai was very skilled and dragged you back from hell."

Qingluan wiped his tears.

He quickly brought her a glass of water and helped Ning Yan up: "Are you thirsty?

Come and drink some slowly."

Ning Yan smiled: "Hey, if I were a man, I would definitely marry Qingqing home."

"How can you be so good, but you are so immoral?"

Qingluan didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

After drinking some water, Ning Yan felt much better.

Then he asked Qingluan: "How is the situation outside now?"

"On that day, the Nanwu Army was in chaos when they learned that the grain and grass had been burned.

General Meng and Vice General Zhou stood firm and refused to give in.

They couldn't get any benefits, and they had no intention of fighting.

Later, they seemed to have withdrawn their troops.

Luo Hua You also rescued General Yue Jiang, princess, you are so good at predicting everything, you have arranged everything."

"Then what" "Then our army returned to the pass.

The Nanwu Army is now stationed on Woods Mountain.

General Yue's injuries were not serious, and he was able to move freely two days ago.

On the contrary, you, who fainted for so many days at once, frightened them.

Jump.

Everyone has been waiting for you to wake up these days."

Ning Yan blinked: "Where is Luo Hua?"

"Luo Hua has returned to Lanshan.

He said he was looking for Divine Doctor Luo, and Liu Shan followed him."

Ning Yan nodded: "Send them a letter so that they don't have to come back for the time being."

"Yes.

By the way, the emperor sent a message asking you to return to the capital as soon as you wake up.

The emperor seems to be very worried about you."

Counting the days, it’s almost a month since we left Beijing.

Ning Yan sighed, wondering how the child was doing these days and whether he was still having a tantrum.

Thinking about it, he got up.

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The matter at Yue San Pass must be over as soon as possible.

And those dreams just now, are they hints?

Why are they so real, so real that every time I think of them, my whole body trembles involuntarily.

Ning Yan was helped out of bed, her steps still somewhat weak.

"You haven't eaten for five days.

I'll ask Huo Toujun to cook you a good meal later to recuperate your body."

She hurriedly put a milky white cloak on Ning Yan and wrapped her tightly.

Ning Yan couldn't laugh or cry: "Qingqing, your princess has been wrapped into a rice dumpling by you."

Qingluan rolled his eyes, rummaged among the things he had brought for a long time, and took out a small hand-warming incense burner.

He added some carbon to it and stuffed it into Ning Yan's hand.

"You are so afraid of the cold and your body is weak.

You must not be able to catch the cold again."

She was busy and busy.

Ning Yan helplessly held her forehead, but a warm current gradually rose in her heart, and she smiled slightly.

Under the dim oil lamp in the tent, the pale and haggard face emitted a brilliant and devastating light, which made Qingluan stunned.

When she came to her senses, Ning Yan was writing furiously on the case.

He didn't write for long before handing her an envelope.

"Let General Yue be sent to Nanwu Army."

"This is" Qingluan looked at the thing in his hand in surprise.

Ning Yan smiled: "Beat or kill, it's time to sit down and talk about business.

Go quickly."

Qingluan obeyed the order and quickly walked out of the camp.

Relatively speaking, it is much easier to defend Yuesan Pass.

As long as the troops stand still, the natural danger will have consumed too much of the enemy's combat effectiveness.

Even if the opponent has 200,000 troops, he can easily retreat with a little attack when he is exhausted.

So for the first time, Nanwu Army returned defeated.

The second time Xiao Lin adopted the tactic of luring the snake out of its hole.

It was easy for the elite troops of the southern military to defeat the 50,000 defenders who dispersed at the pass last month, and they could capture even the most powerful pass without anyone guarding it.

Unexpectedly, Ning Yan only sent out 20,000 troops to fight, which was equivalent to exchanging the lives of 20,000 soldiers for the peace of Yuexuanguan.

Of course Xiao Lin would not give up.

At the same time, he became more and more curious about the long-famous Princess Donghe.

What kind of woman can become the actual leader of Donghe?

What kind of woman can be calm and fearless in front of hundreds of thousands of troops?

What kind of woman can kill decisively, with the lives of 20,000 people in front of her eyes?

can give up easily However, soon he received a letter from Donghe.

The envelope is plain white, with a faint cool fragrance.

I opened it and saw a small green paper inside.

At first glance, there is a line of very elegant small regular script on the paper, but if you look closely, every word is open and closed, revealing its sharp edge.

The handsome man in black robe was leaning on the mat, flipping over the small piece of paper with one slender hand, and a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The next day, the sky was clear and the Qingyue Mountains were still lush and lush with pines and cypresses.

It's nothing like the decay and chill at the foot of the mountain.

In the Drunken Guest Pavilion at the top of Qingyue Mountain, there is a young woman in a light robe and a slow belt sitting on her knees making tea.

Zhen lowered his head, revealing his neck as white as frost and snow.

Every move is full of elegance.

Behind her stood a young woman in green clothes with gentle eyes, holding a rosewood box in her hand.

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Even Xiao Lin, who has lived in the prosperous areas of the capital for a long time and is used to seeing stunning beauties, can't help but be fascinated by such a beautiful scene.

In her trance, a clear and soft voice came over: "The Ninth Prince is here, and Ning Yan has come to welcome you from afar."

She raised her head, and a pair of eyes as clear as lake water met his gaze.

"I've heard about the Ninth Prince's name a long time ago.

When I saw him today, he turned out to be extraordinary."

A slender, white hand held up the boiling tea and filled a cup for him.

"The tea is vulgar.

Please don't take offense, Prince."

He smiled nonchalantly, took a sip and put it down.

Then he shook his fan and said nothing, just looking at her lightly.

Ning Yan smiled disapprovingly and said: "Your Majesty is here alone.

You are not afraid that I will ambush you on the road or poison the tea."

"Can you?"

Xiao Lin asked.

Without waiting for her answer, he continued: "Since I dare to come, there is nothing to be afraid of."

There was a hint of domineering look on the world in his words.

She smiled coldly: "Your Majesty is so confident."

She also took a sip of tea.

"But Ning Yan is worried about the prince.

Over the years, the prince has been well-known all over the world, has made great military achievements, and has many supporters.

However, so many favorable conditions still cannot buy the prince the position of prince.

On the contrary, the third prince and the tenth prince are the pustules.

The second prince is quite popular with Emperor Xi, has he never thought about the reason?"

Xiao Lin turned his head and stared at her with deep eyes: "What is the reason for Princess Yichang?"

"Actually, the Ninth Prince also knows in his heart that his reputation is too great.

No supreme ruler will allow this to happen.

You have threatened his throne."

Ning Yan looked into his eyes without hesitation.

Then she said, "So Ning Yan wants to give the prince a big gift.

Qingluan

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