The cute apprentice of the national teacher is charming and wild

Chapter 433 432: Lovesickness and Sorrow

The next day, Feng Yuan returned to Xirong Liangzhou with Wu Yu.

The other armies of Xirong are stationed here, Feng Yuan is now cooperating with Jimo Hanjin, and he has been named a military adviser by him, holding the military power of Xirong.

Lieutenant General Zhang Ping saw Feng Yuan's return, and rushed to greet her: "Congratulations to the return of the military division." Seeing the fog language on her hand, he was puzzled: "This is this?"

Feng Yuan's beautiful eyes were gloomy: "A prisoner of the Jin Dynasty," throwing Wuyu to the soldiers aside, ordered: "Prison her up."

"Yes," the soldier ordered.

The moment Feng Yao tilted his head, Zhang Ping realized that her side face was covered with blood, and it was a little dry. The shocking scars were quite frightening. Zhang Ping held back his panic and swallowed.

He lowered his terrified eyes and asked, "The battle between Dajin and Xirong Youzhou, I don't know how the battle is going?"

Feng Yuan sneered indifferently: "The whole army was wiped out."

Zhang Ping was happy, and just wanted to say congratulations, but Feng Yuan said quietly: "The one who wiped out the whole army is Xirong."

Zhang Ping swayed, speechless in shock.

30 troops, if you say no, it will be gone.
When I go back, how to explain to the regent and the people of Xirong.

Feng Yuan glanced at his pale face, and sneered: "What are you afraid of, with me here, are you afraid that your head will not be able to move?"

"Yes, yes, yes, what the military adviser said is true," Zhang Ping echoed again and again in a cold sweat.

With gloomy eyebrows and eyes, Feng Yuan ordered: "Flying Pigeon to pass the letter, let Bai Yiting come over." Her face was counting on Bai Yiting, and she said: "Let Wei Zhong lead the army back from Beihai Pass."

Beihai Customs is not far from Liangzhou, and it takes half a day to get there.

But if all the troops from Beihaiguan come to Liangzhou, there will be no one to control Beihaiguan.

Zhang Ping couldn't help asking: "Forgive me, the general is stupid. I don't know what purpose the military commander has in ordering the troops from Beihaiguan to come here?"

Feng Yuan chuckled coldly: "Catch a turtle in an urn."

Zhang Ping didn't know who the "turtle" she was talking about was.

When it was almost evening, Bai Yiting came back, and he went to Feng Yuan's barracks to show her the wound on her face.

When Bai Yiting saw the bone-deep wound on Feng Yuan's face, he was startled for a moment. The wound was too deep, which delayed the treatment time, and the wound began to fester.

Seeing his slightly changed expression, Feng Yuan's heart sank: "Master Bai, can my wound be restored to its original state?"

Bai Yiting bandaged her up, and shook his head lightly: "There will probably be a scar."

What he said was already very euphemistic, Feng Yuan's wound, there is no possibility of recovering as before, the wound is too deep.

"Is there nothing you can do?" Feng Yuan was terrified, no woman would want her face to be disfigured.

Bai Yiting sighed: "Although I know medical skills, not all injuries can be cured."

Feng Yuan was so annoyed that she suddenly stood up from her chair, overturned the desk in front of her, and the porcelain cups shattered to the ground.

She almost gritted her silver teeth in hatred: "Feng Yao, I will definitely let you die!"

Bai Yiting's face was indifferent, he turned a blind eye to Feng Yuan's anger, packed the medicine box, and left the barracks.

The sky is getting darker, and the night is slowly falling.

Bai Yiting had just walked a few steps when he suddenly stepped on a long round object, moved his foot away, lowered his eyes to take a look, his expression changed suddenly.

It was a jade flute on the ground.

Bai Yiting's eyes flickered, he bent down and picked up the jade flute on the ground, he knew at a glance that it was the jade flute on Wuyu's body, because he had given this jade flute to Wuyu back then.

Bai Yiting's voice trembled slightly: "Lingling."

"Master White."

Behind him, Zhang Ping walked over, followed by a tall and rough man, Wei Zhong who had just returned from Beihai Customs.

Bai Yiting put away the jade flute, turned around, lowered his eyes to hide the darkness in his eyes.

Zhang Ping came over, looked at Feng Yuan's barracks, and whispered cautiously: "Mr. Bai, is the military commander's face any better?"

He had something to report to Feng Yuan, but when he thought of her face, he felt timid again.

Bai Yiting shook his head, and kindly reminded him: "It's better not to disturb her at this time." Feng Yuan was getting angry with her face, and she probably wouldn't be in a good mood seeing anyone right now.

Bai Yiting turned his eyes to Wei Zhong, and frowned slightly: "Isn't General Wei guarding the Beihai Pass, why are you here?"

Wei Zhong replied: "I was dispatched by the military advisor this morning, and I don't know what the military advisor ordered."

Bai Yiting lowered his eyebrows and thought secretly.

Zhang Ping approached and whispered to him: "I asked the military adviser, she dispatched the troops from Beihaiguan, and said that tonight she wanted to 'catch the turtle in the urn.'"

Liangzhou now has 20 troops, plus Beihaiguan 40 troops, a total of 60 troops. With such a big fanfare, who is Feng Yuan going to capture?
Bai Yiting secretly thought about it.

Immediately, he raised his eyes and asked Zhang Ping: "What kind of woman is imprisoned here?"

"Oh, during the day, the military division brought a woman who they said was a prisoner of Da Jin." Zhang Ping said.

Bai Yiting's palms hanging in his sleeves clenched, and his voice was calm as if nothing had happened: "Where are you locked up?"

Zhang Ping told him about a woodshed.

In the dilapidated firewood house, Wu Yu was lying on the ground with her feet tied and her hands bound. Feng Yuan stabbed her in the back. The wound was not treated and kept bleeding.

Due to excessive blood loss, Wuyu's face was pale, his eyes were blurred, and he could pass out at any time.

The door was opened suddenly, the light was dim, and the blurred eyes could only see the silhouette of the person coming.

It seemed to be the person she had been thinking about day and night.

"Lingling."

Bai Yiting called softly, his clear voice was full of longing and panic.

Wu Yu's eyes were red, it was him, he really came.

Bai Yiting put down the medicine box, gently hugged her in his arms, and said softly: "Hey, it's okay, I'm here."

Just like back then, every time she was in danger, he would stand in front of her and say these words.

No matter when, he is always there.

"Second Senior Brother" Wu Yu choked up, tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes, dripping down his cheeks onto the back of Bai Yiting's hands, his heart ached.

He knew how tough this girl was, and she never shed tears easily. It was the first time he had seen her so fragile.

Wu Yu cried, not because of the current situation, but because of seeing Bai Yiting.

The people who have been dreaming and dreaming, we finally meet.

Bai Yiting gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Don't cry, it's okay, I'll show you the injury."

He untied the ropes on Wuyu's hands and feet, helped her bandage the wound on her back to stop the bleeding, and gave her another pill to restore her strength.

With tears in her eyes, Wu Yu hugged Bai Yiting tightly, feeling the temperature of his body, "It's great, you're still alive."

"Well, I'm still alive, we can still be together in the future," Bai Yiting gently stroked her hair, his eyes full of affection.

The two parted, Wu Yu looked at him, his moist eyes puzzled: "Why are you here? And Feng Yuan, how did you know her?"

"It's a long story, I'll take you away first, and we'll talk slowly when we have time."

Bai Yiting helped Wu Yu up, and was about to take her out when footsteps suddenly sounded outside.

Bai Yiting's face darkened slightly: "Feng Yuan is here."

(End of this chapter)