The king will never go to court

Chapter 37 Returning to Qianguo Camp (for collection and further reading)
"Hey, sir, is it really appropriate to do this?"

An old sigh came from under the dark city wall.

The girl in the blue skirt didn't answer, but walked down the quiet street with her head down, the moonlight shone on her three thousand black hair, giving off a faint and bright charm.

Although there are Fenghua Buildings in various countries, the most important one is the Fenghua Building in Huangbei City.

She really didn't expect that when the army of Qian country was pressing down on the border, Zhao Zongliang was not thinking about repelling the people of Qian country, but was still planning to attack mountains, rivers and forests.

"Those are all dead soldiers under Ding Guohou's command, and most of them are martial arts experts."

The girl in the blue skirt came to this conclusion based on the news from the barren north city and the news from Bohai city in the past few days.

Ding Guohou is either crazy or has ulterior motives.

"Landlord?"

The old man asked again.

The girl in the blue skirt still didn't reply, she just shook her head with an inexplicable wry smile on her face.

Until returning to Fenghua Building, the faint sound of the piano came from the second floor, and the girl in the blue skirt did not speak again.

As a native of Yan, she didn't know whether she was doing the right thing, so she could only take one step at a time.

There is only hazy moonlight in the room, and a faint sandalwood fragrance floats along the door to the corridor. Two old men in black stand quietly outside the door like sculptures.

"what happened?"

Qingwan wore a long purple dress, and she walked softly from the stairs with her skirt lifted. She stopped five steps in front of the two old men and asked in a low voice.

She had never heard Miss playing in the room after nightfall. Although the sound of the piano was steady, it was difficult to hide such a messy emotion hidden in her mind.

The two old men shook their heads at the same time without saying a word.

Qing Wan stopped moving forward, turned around and left, and asked the elders and deacons in Fenghua Building to restrain her subordinates, and never touch the young lady's bad luck.

Outside the city of Bohai, the army camp of the Qian State was extremely noisy, and the people of the State of Yan who had been captured were all imprisoned together, preparing to attack the city again tomorrow.

The personal guards who had already changed into their night clothes stood in front of Xie Wufeng's camp.

Wang Ensheng stood in front of the crowd with a bruised nose and a swollen face, crying, "Commander Lu, can we really save His Highness if we go now?"

Looking at the hundreds of palace guards in front of him, Wang Ensheng felt desolate. If everyone stopped the waywardness of the Third Highness together, I am afraid they would not be so helpless.

None of the guards present wanted anything to happen to Xie Wufeng, and everyone hoped to win again, regardless of whether the Third Highness was alive or dead.

"No matter what, we have to try. Even if we can't rescue the Third Highness, we will be loyal."

Lu Zhongliang's fierce eyes swept across the crowd behind him, and asked in a deep voice, "If any of you don't want to go, you can stand up now. We will definitely die if we go to Bohai City this time."

"This"

Hundreds of guards made a commotion, but under the cold eyes of Lu Zhongliang and Zhang Qingshan, they all respectfully said "yes".

Just when everyone was about to leave, a figure suddenly flashed across the camp, and Lu Zhongliang and Zhang Qingshan were the first to perceive it.

"Who?!"

Zhang Qingshan suddenly pulled out the saber from his waist, and yelled at the place where Bai Ying had just flashed past.

Not only him, but also many guards present couldn't believe that someone dared to break into the camp of the Chinese army at night in front of them.

"Go and see!"

Lu Zhongliang waved his hand, and Zhang Qingshan led ten guards to chase behind the camp.

When Wang Ensheng, who was standing in the front, saw the figure, a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes, and he also limped after him.

When Wang Ensheng vaguely sensed the white shadow entering the big tent, he rushed into the tent, and when he saw the young boy in the tent, he knelt down on the ground and wept excitedly.

"Your Highness, you are finally back. I want to die as a slave, you don't know, they"

While talking, Wang Ensheng pointed to the newly added scar on his face, and whimpered, "This is still a light hand. Those guards of the Marquis of Anyang almost beheaded me outside the camp."

"Your Highness, are you alright?"

Wang Ensheng kept crying, and he still moved his knees forward, circling around Xie Wufeng's body, looking up to see if there was any wound on his Highness.

"Okay, I'm fine."

Xie Wufeng was really annoyed by Wang Ensheng, he frowned slightly, and asked calmly, "What are they doing outside?"

Seeing the guards rushing to the entrance of the tent suddenly, Wang Ensheng stood up and shouted at the guards, "Get out!"

Xie Wufeng came back safe and sound, and Wang Ensheng had enough confidence.

Seeing Xie Wufeng in the camp, Lu Zhongliang and Zhang Qingshan couldn't hide their joy and joy. They were saved, at least they wouldn't be severely punished.

Just as Lu Zhongliang took his right foot, he was about to step forward to ask Xie Wufeng if he was in good health, when Wang Ensheng waved his hand to stop him.

"You all step back, Your Highness needs to rest well. Come back tomorrow if you have something to do."

Wang Ensheng has been by Xie Wufeng's side for a long time, so he has naturally learned the ability to observe words and emotions.

Xie Wufeng didn't stop Wang Ensheng, and walked straight to the inner account.

The guards outside the tent were relieved when they learned that their Third Highness had returned safely, and the pressure in their tightly clenched hearts was finally released.

At the same time, the camps of the left army, the right army, the front army, and the rear army all got the news. Some of the nobles rejoiced, some even broke the wine glass in their hands, and some were calm and did not see any clues.

In the Zuojun camp, Li Zongdao got up from the bed when he heard the news, and tremblingly said to the guards outside the tent, "Really? There is nothing wrong?"

"Reporting to Lord Hou, there is nothing wrong. Now the entire Chinese army is boiling. The news came from the personal guards of His Highness the Third Highness."

The guard outside the camp replied loudly towards the inside.

The guards outside the tent naturally knew the relationship between their family Qinghou and His Highness the Third Highness, and when they heard the news of His Highness's disappearance, they were also very nervous.

"No, no, I have to go and see for myself."

Li Zongdao hurriedly got up, worried all day and night, finally he could let go of the stone in his heart, he quickly put on his robe, and walked out of the tent.

"Master Hou!"

Li Zongdao, who had just stepped into the front tent, heard a woman's charming voice behind him, and a coldness flashed across his originally happy face.

Li Zongdao turned his head to the beautiful woman on the bed, and said coldly, "What's the matter? Letting you kill the mantis to do things, I can't let Ben Hou feel at ease."

The beautiful woman on the bed was Zhu Lan. The third wife of the Marquis of Anyang said kindly, she smiled apologetically and frowned, "The Marquis is not curious, how did the Third Highness come back?"

"What's so curious about this? As long as Wu Feng can come back safely."

Although Li Zongdao was a little puzzled in his heart, compared to his nephew who could see that he was safe and sound, nothing else was important.

After speaking, Li Zongdao turned around, and was about to leave the big tent, but was stopped by the woman on the bed behind him.

"Master Hou is not curious at all. Why did His Royal Highness leave you and the [-] troops and go to Bohai City alone?"

"you?"

Li Zongdao turned around suddenly, walked quickly to the bed, lowered his head and quietly stared at the beautiful face of the woman in front of him, with veins popping up on his forehead, he said fiercely, "What exactly do you want to say?"

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