Crown Jewels

Chapter 132

Song Yan stared at the red date yam pastry for a while, finally picked up a piece of pastry, brought it to his lips and chewed it.

The excessive sweetness of milk accompanied by white sugar in his memory constantly hit his taste buds, and he suddenly seemed to return to the past, when he accidentally ate this pastry from Gu Baozhu in the academy, his face was full of disgust.

However now...

The sweetness that he didn't like in the past has become an addiction and habit that he can't get rid of in the past few years of marching.

In these years, Song Yan has seen the most clearly and thoroughly, besides the military affairs, is himself.

From the moment he sorted out his mood and enlisted in the army, he never wanted to deny it.

In Song Yan's world, there used to be her.

But now, she was really close to Turkic, she was close to Turkic with whom she wanted to get married no matter what.

He just wanted to ask, is she okay now?
Will her life after marriage with relatives be as she wished?
The candlelight in the tent was bright, illuminating the man's eyes as bright as cold stars, reflecting a bit of crystal.

By the candlelight, Song Yan picked up the remaining pieces of cakes on the plate and stuffed them into his mouth.

He chewed and swallowed in big mouthfuls, and the frequency of his cheeks bulging was very serious, as if he was seriously digesting a certain emotion.

Just at this time, the voice of the lieutenant general came from outside the tent.

"General—"

"The scouts found a woman fifty miles before the camp, claiming to be from my country of Yan."

Swallowing all the cakes in his mouth, Song Yan was silent for a while, and the man's deep voice came out of the tent for a while.

The moon and stars in the vast grassland are rare, and it is hard to hide its cold tone.

"Put it in the account, and the general personally interrogates—"

But after a while, a skinny woman in a double bun was escorted in, and Song Yan signaled to untie her.

The woman's face was quite muddy, probably because she had walked on the prairie for several days and hadn't washed for many days in a hurry. Her thin cheeks were sunken because she hadn't eaten for the past few days.

At this time, the corners of her pale lips were full of anger, but fortunately, when those eyes looked at him, there was still a little bit of spirit.

When Song Yan wanted to interrogate, unexpectedly, the woman fell to the ground suddenly, but her eyes were full of excitement and she called him excitedly.

"Song—Young Master"

Then, even the haggard voice seemed to be injected with vitality.

"You are Song Gongzi Song Yan—"

Seeing the woman pointing at him, Song Yan carefully scrutinized the woman's eyebrows.

The woman in front of him gradually overlapped with the eyebrows and eyes he had occasionally seen several times in his memory.

Sitting high at the top, the young general with a calm expression stood up abruptly.

Seeing Song Yan's reaction, the woman knew that she had not admitted her mistake, so she bent down and begged.

"My maid, Yam, was the dowry maid who went to Turkic with the Princess Nanping when she got married in the past."

Shan Yao spoke excitedly, and suddenly said a long sentence, and felt that the energy in her whole body was almost exhausted.

She clutched her chest, trying to keep calming herself.

Song Yan frowned slightly, took the teacup and handed the woman a cup of hot tea.

The woman licked her lips, took it, and poured it down her throat. The dead skin on the corners of her lips showed the dryness of not drinking for two days.

When the woman's breath gradually calmed down, Song Yan was silent for a while, and he clenched his hands supporting the edge of the desk into fists, and the veins on his forehead twitched accordingly.

Finally, he looked at the yam in front of him, and asked the words stuck in his throat thoroughly.

"Princess Nanping, she—"

Song Yan pursed his lips, his expression was already cold and calm.

"Is she okay now?"

When mentioning the words Nanping princess, Song Yan's words were slightly astringent.

At the same time, Shan Yao, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly became agitated, tears filled his eyes instantly, and unspeakable self-blame and remorse appeared in his eyes.

"Young Master Song—"

"I heard from them that you are now the great general of my country of Yan."

"Then please help the princess, please be a good princess, the girl is not doing well in Turkic now,"

Speaking of yam, his throat choked up instantly, as if he was pinching thick phlegm, and his voice was mixed with the tearing feeling of his vocal cords.

Agitated, Yam coughed suddenly.

After finally taking a breath, those dim eyes looked at Song Yan again, pleading with a choke in his throat.

"In front of Your Majesty, the girl also helped Mr. Song a lot."

"It was the girl who begged hard in front of His Majesty, so that the general would not lose the opportunity to become an official by military force."

"Now that the girl is in trouble, Mr. Song, you must help—"

Cough cough, it was another dull and suppressed cough when I was out of breath.

Song Yan stepped up to the front of Yam, still wearing the unfaded battle armor.

The cold light from the white armor set off the young general's brows and eyes, suppressing the deep uneasiness in his eyes.

"The military doctor—"

As he spoke, Song Yan leaned down, and the heavy armor hit the ground, causing scratches on the ground.

The young general frowned, and even stretched out his hand to relieve the woman kneeling on the ground.

However, the woman was weak after all, and walked alone in the vast grassland for several days.

Yam was able to talk so much with Song Yan, she had already reached the limit of her physical strength, so she forced herself to support herself with her thoughts.

The lieutenant next to him could see it clearly. Sure enough, before the doctor accompanying the army arrived, Yam fell down and fainted on the ground.

Her whole body curled up, her posture couldn't be changed in the future, and her thin body made her even more pitiful.

In the empty general's tent, Song Yan frowned and waited beside him.

The old military doctor next to him removed the pulse-cutting finger on Shan Yao's slender wrist, shook his head at Yan for a while and said.

"General, this girl hasn't eaten for days—"

"She can stay here, it's all because of her tenacity."

"This time in a coma, Miss Shanyao may need to take care of her for two days, and she may not be able to wake up for the time being."

After the old military doctor finished speaking, he felt the atmosphere stagnate slightly.

The young general in front of the couch seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, he was stunned for a while, and nodded slightly at him.

When the old military doctor and the lieutenant general retired, only Song Yan was left in the huge general's tent, which inevitably seemed a little empty.

The young general took off his silver armor, and his eyes stopped at the table, which was an empty disk that originally contained white yam milk cake.

After a long silence, Song Yan came to the table and stared at the empty plate, his brows and eyes stained with unspeakable gloom.

The copper stove in the tent was boiling water, bubbling and bubbling in the silent tent.

Feeling a little complicated, Song Yan subconsciously picked up the hot wine warming in the iron pot in the copper stove.

Opening the cork, the strong smell of alcohol spread, and the young general's nose shrank subconsciously.

The smell of alcohol seems to be able to warm the heart and the whole heart on a cold night.

The spout of the iron pot moved closer to his lips, and Song Yan's rolling Adam's apple suddenly froze.

He seemed to recall that now he was no longer the wanton and indulgent old scholar in the academy.

Song Yan's lips moved for a moment, and he tore the jug away from his mouth in a waned mood.

After a while, he finally sniffed at the tip of his nose unwillingly, then corked the bottle and threw it on the ground at will.

The smell of alcohol seemed to be able to move people's minds. In the cold night, Song Yan felt restless and irritable from the bottom of his heart.

The gurgling sound of the boiling kettle in his ear still continued, and the impatience deep in his heart seemed to be spreading deep in his heart, which was beyond his control at all.

After a while, Song Yan finally turned his head and sat down on the edge of the table as if compromising.

He looked at the porcelain plate, dotted with the residue of yam cake.

In the air, the aroma of the wine that just escaped seems to be mixed with sweetness that seems to be absent.

The mixed taste of the two stimulated Song Yan's senses together.

Keenly aware of his own emotions, Song Yan's eyes showed a slight mockery, and the corners of his lips curled up in a bitter arc.

Song Yan's eyelids were half drooped, covering the swaying pupils in his eyes, the corners of his lips were drawn up as if he had let go of his strength, and he exhaled the stale air stuck in his chest.

(End of this chapter)