"What?" Zhu Qiyu glanced at him and said, "Is there any way for this child to get cold?"

"I dare not do such a ruthless thing," Cheng Jing smiled, "Human life and death are controlled by God, how can human power do it?"

"Just understand," Zhu Qiyu said: "I don't want to leave anyone alone in everything..." He emphasized his tone when he said this, "Remember, leave no traces when doing things."

"The old slave understands."

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At the Guangning General Office of Liaodong, Yu Qian stared at the military map hanging on the wall, and his subordinates shuttled back and forth to sort out the military information submitted.

"Where has the cavalry of Yexian troops arrived at now?" Yu Qian asked.

"Sir," replied an official: "The vanguard of the Yesian cavalry has crossed Halawen Mountain and has now arrived at the Naowen River."

"Has it fought with the Korchin tribe?"

"Not yet, but Xigu Sutai is leading his troops to be on the verge of battle."

"Well, if there is a new military newspaper, it will be submitted to me immediately." Yu Qian's eyes were covered with blood, and he didn't know how many nights he had been tolerated.

"Yes, sir." The official advised a little unbearable: "You will conquer the Korqin tribe first, and have nothing to do with our Ming Dynasty. Why should you care so much about it?"

"Yexian used strange troops and was used to attacking the east and west. I was worried that he would not be in the Korqin army," Yu Qian stared at the map. "Its main force never showed up, and it would not be impossible to move to the vicinity of the Liaodong border."

The subordinate was startled, "Is Yesian's cavalry really that powerful? He went on a long journey without any warning?"

Seeing him stunned, Yu Qian shook his head secretly, "These nerds who spend all day in the pile of official documents do not know what real war is."

"Sir..." A subordinate hurried over and reported: "The military information just came, a large group of Taurus cavalry crossed the Daling River and have now broken through Zhenyi Fort."

Everyone present was shocked. Zhenyi Fort was the gateway to Guangning. Once Zhenyi Fort lost, the Mongolian cavalry's military front was directed to Guangning.

Only Yu Qian looked calm, "Where is Cao Yi? Where is he now?"

"The General's cavalry are all arranged along the Liaohe River and are now rushing to the fullest."

"The chess is a big move," Yu Qian shook his head, "I still couldn't predict where Yesen would eventually attack."

"As soon as the general's army arrives, he will definitely be able to defeat the Tartar cavalry."

"No," Yu Qian sighed, "When General Cao's army arrives in Guangning, they will disappear without a trace."

"Why is this?" the official was puzzled.

"If Yesen's target is Guangning, the Tartar cavalry are now coming to the city." Yu Qian stared at the map on the wall with a serious expression, "They are just here to borrow."

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Around the Daling River, a Ming cavalry was traveling along the river.

"Madam Zhu," said a Ming cavalry general pointing ahead: "There is another thirty miles ahead of you. You can rest there. After passing the river eastward the next day, you can reach Guangning before evening."

A heroic woman wearing military uniform and riding on a horse said, "It's been hard for hundreds of families along the way."

"Don't dare," said the general: "It is the honor of the nobles to serve the Duke and the wife of the country."

The wife of the Duke of the Kingdom was Chen Siyu, and the cavalry general was Zu Geng, a hundred households of Ningyuanwei. After Chen Siyu took Zhu Xiyuan and Cuirou out of Shanhaiguan, he sent someone to send a letter to Ningyuanwei commander Pang Hui, asking him to send a cavalry to escort him to Guangning. Of course, he did not reveal Zhu Xiyuan's identity to anyone.

"Sister Chen is really good," Zhu Xiyuan couldn't help but sigh, "I'll have less trouble following him."

"Young Master may not know," Cui Rou smiled and said, "Marquis Ningyang led his troops for decades, and his subordinates were all over the Ming army. As long as the name of the granddaughter of Marquis Ningyang was revealed, who could not give him any thin face?"

Both she and Cuirou were dressed in military uniforms, and were dressed no differently from an ordinary Ming army soldier. However, the two of them looked too handsome and had to cover them with some mud, which seemed less eye-catching.

"How great would it be if she could keep escorting us forward?" Zhu Xiyuan sighed.

"Young Master, don't think about it," Cuirou said with a smile: "This is still the territory of the Ming Dynasty. Mrs. Zhu can still help us. When we get out of the barrier and reach the area where the Tartars are frequently active, we can only ask for more blessings."

"Is that right?" Zhu Xiyuan blinked and said disrespectfully: "So I am getting closer and closer to Mu Yun?"

"Young Master," Cuirou smiled bitterly, "The area outside the pass is vast. Finding someone is like finding a needle in a sea of ​​water. You can't think too simple."

"I came out to find Mu Yun," Zhu Xiyuan's eyes were full of longing. "Since we have come to this point, is the road below still far?"

At this time, Zu Baihu ordered his subordinates to get off the horse and rest.

The soldiers led the horses to the Daling River to give the horses water.

Zhu Xiyuan and Cuirou also came to the riverside. Seeing that the face of their faces were dirty in the water, Zhu Xiyuan frowned, leaned down and scooped up a handful of water to clean her cheeks. After a while, a beautiful face was reflected on the water.

"Young Master," Cuirou reminded her: "You are so eye-catching that you can easily attract people's attention and get cross-examination."

"What are you afraid of?" Zhu Xiyuan disagreed, "There is no village in front and no shop behind. The people who come with her are all trustworthy people who Mrs. Zhu can come and cause trouble for me? You are a little too alarmist." After carefully examining her face reflected in the water, "You said, if Mu Yun saw me like this, he would probably fall in love with me, right?"

Cuirou didn't answer.

Zhu Xiyuan turned around and glanced at her, "What? Am I not as beautiful as Chen Zisu?"

"How can she compare with you, Young Master? You have a noble status..." Cuirou said as she glanced around and saw that no one noticed this, she continued: "And Chen Zisu was born in Fengchen, and she is in the sky and the other is in the ground with you."

Zhu Xiyuan asked about her appearance, while Cuirou compared her identity, so she avoided the important things.

"But it was her who married Mu Yun, not me," Zhu Xiyuan sighed: "Can I get rid of this princess' identity and he can accept me?"

"Young Master..." Cui Rou waved her hand, "Be careful that you can hear it."

"Who will hear it when it's so far away?" Zhu Xiyuan glared at her, "Don't make a fuss."

"Then you have to be careful," Cui Ju said: "If someone who is interested hears it, wouldn't it hurt Mrs. Zhu?"

"She has such a wide range of ways, so why are she afraid of these?" Zhu Xiyuan said: "When she gets out of the way, she parts ways with her, who will know what she helps me?" As soon as she finished speaking, she felt someone patted her shoulder. She looked sideways and saw a sergeant with a beard.

"Little brother, you are so handsome," the bearded grinned, "If you are caught by the Tartars, hehe..."

"What will happen?" Zhu Xiyuan's eyes suddenly came.

"They will raise you as a woman," the bearded smiled, "Be careful that your butt will bloom." His voice was loud, and many people heard it, and then burst into laughter.

Cuirou was furious and wanted to teach the bearded a lesson, but was stopped by Zhu Xiyuan.

"What's the point of calculating about a rough man?" Zhu Xiyuan said: "It's just that we don't hear it."

"Young master, I think we'd better go back," Cuirou's face showed a hint of worry, "It's very dangerous outside the pass,

If you make a mistake, I will never be able to redeem it.”

"Are you scared that rough man said a few bastards?" Zhu Xiyuan said: "I will never go back after finally getting here. If I could be with Mu Yun, I would be willing to suffer any kind of suffering."

"I'm afraid that no matter how much hard the young master suffers, he will never find him."

"That's much greater than looking forward to meeting him in the palace, right?" Zhu Xiyuan pursed her lips, "Since God has protected me here, I will never retreat. If I can't see Mu Yun, I would rather die."

"Princess..." Cuirou was still waiting to say something again, and suddenly the wind blew, and the howling sound rang through her ears.

"Swish swish--", "Swish swish---"... and then there were a series of screams. It turned out that a rain of arrows flew from somewhere. The Ming soldiers who were drinking horses and washing by the river were all caught and fell to the ground, and the people were immediately in chaos.

"Don't panic!" Zu Geng shouted loudly, "Rise up the shield and form a circle..." As he was sending orders, suddenly the sound of horse hooves in the distance sounded like thunder, and a group of Olat cavalry rushed towards here.

"Damn it, I'll fight with the Tartars." The bearded man who had just teased Zhu Xiyuan roared, waved his sword and rushed towards the enemy.

Under his infection, some uninjured Ming soldiers also rode on horses and rushed behind him.

"Young master, let's go quickly." Cuirou quickly pushed Zhu Xiyuan on the horse and whipped it hard on the horse's buttocks. The horse raised its four hooves and galloped towards the opposite direction of the Olat cavalry.

Zhu Xiyuan lay down on the horse and looked back. When she looked back, the small group of Ming cavalry faced the large group of soldiers and horses of the Tartars, they collided and fought with each other.

The bearded man raised his sword and slashed an Olat cavalry down and rushed towards several other enemies...

Cuirou was riding a horse and following her, but as a team of Olata cavalry chased her closer and closer, in order to protect the princess' safety, she turned her head and met her. When she got closer, a white silk flew out of her cuff, and the golden ball tied on it hit the chest of the Olata cavalry in the front. He shouted and fell off the horse. Cuirou moved her wrist, and the white silk swept out, and swept a row of Olata cavalry off the horse...

"Cuirou--" Zhu Xiyuan shouted.

"Young master, don't worry about me," Cuirou shouted, "Run quickly!" As she said that, she waved the white silk and swept towards the other pursuers.

Zhu Xiyuan gritted her teeth, stopped looking at her, and ran wildly.

I don’t know how far I ran, but the horse sitting down suddenly neighed, tilted her body and threw her off.

Zhu Xiyuan fell heavily to the ground and fainted.

......

She was drowsy. I don’t know how long it took, but Yang Muyun’s figure always appeared in front of her, and suddenly became blurred, gradually leaving her...

"Mu Yun--" She woke up screaming and suddenly found herself in a camp, with a person standing in front of her, looking at him quietly.

He was about 20 years old, handsome and dressed in a literati.

"Who are you? Where is this?" Zhu Xiyuan asked.

"Are you awake?" the young scribe smiled slightly. "You fell off your horse and were sent here, and now you finally woke up."

"I remember being chased by the Tartar cavalry and then fled..." Zhu Xiyuan tried hard to recall what happened before, "Suddenly, she fell down."

"It seems that you haven't forgotten what happened before," said the young scribe, "You have a good rest and you should recover soon." He turned around and was about to leave.

"Hey—" Zhu Xiyuan called him, "You haven't told me who you are yet."
Chapter completed!