Rebirth of the beauty of the peasant girl

Chapter 895 The Situation Is Difficult
Qingluo suppressed the panic and bewilderment in her heart, looked back at Mei Luochuan and Ning Zhiyuan, and said to Wuye: "Brother Wuye, I'll bring them to help you."

Wu Ye had already seen the two of them, but shook his head: "It's useless. Niuniu, have you read the letter I wrote to you later? Those are not ordinary people, and ordinary people are difficult to deal with."

Qingluo nodded: "Look. They are not monsters, those people in Northern Qi are actually Gu masters of the Miao nationality."

"Gu technique?" Wuye frowned, "I seem to have heard of it. Could it be that His Majesty also fell into the Gu technique..."

"It should be." Qingluo stood up, walked a few steps anxiously, and said back, "Brother Wuye, where did he fall off the cliff? I want to go and see."

"It's too dangerous. People in Northern Qi especially like to ambush at night." Wuye objected to her decision, persuading, "The team I sent out are all His Majesty's shadow guards, and everyone can be as good as one. Bai, led by Mei Jiu, is searching day and night, and every time he loses something... Alas!"

The life and death of the emperor who was personally conquered by Yujia is unknown.

If this was reported back to the court, Wuye couldn't imagine what turmoil would happen.

Seeing that his brows were furrowed, Qingluo asked, "How long can we keep this news secret?"

Wuye thought for a while: "At the moment, only me and His Majesty's shadow guards know, and Miss Mei Qi."

"Is Seventh Sister here too?"

"She was also injured while looking for His Majesty, and she is resting in her own tent now." Wuye's expression was a little gloomy, because of the cold and fatigue, his face was very pale.

"Is the injury serious? I'll go and see!"

"The military doctor has seen it, and the injury has been treated. I just came back from her before, and it's too late now. You can go tomorrow."

Wuye poured a glass of water and handed it to Qingluo, looked at her face, and asked, "Niuniu, your eyes..."

"It's better than before, but it still looks blurry in the distance."

Qingluo's current situation is a bit like high myopia.

It's a pity that she never had time to make herself a pair of glasses.

Wuye smiled wryly: "At any rate, this is good news."

At this time, the curtain of the tent was pulled open, and a soldier who looked seventeen or eighteen years old came in with a bowl, and they were stunned when they saw Qingluo.

In the heavily guarded garrison, a little beauty suddenly appeared, anyone would be surprised.

"What's the matter?" Wuye explained to Qingluo, "Niu Niu, he is my personal soldier, Wu Qing."

Qing Luo nodded, looked at the bowl in Wu Qing's hand, and asked, "What did you take?"

Wu Qing touched her clear eyes, and said a little embarrassedly: "Yes, it's the dinner of the fifth general..."

Wuye ordered: "Leave it alone, you go back to rest first, so that the patrollers don't relax."

"Yes, General." Wu Qing put down the bowl, saluted and turned to leave.

He's a solid, good boy.

Qing Luo looked at the bowl, and found that there were two thick-faced steamed buns and a dark lump of pickled vegetables inside.

She couldn't help frowning: "Brother Wuye, do you just eat this?"

Wuye casually picked up a steamed bun, opened his mouth to take a bite, and said with a smile, "It would be nice to have this. When His Majesty is around, it's the same as what we eat."

"Is there not enough food?"

Qingluo remembered that the Dazhou grain depot was sufficient, and had prepared enough grain before departure.

How can there be such a shortage that even the coach eats pickles?

"It's not enough." Wuye drank his saliva, swallowed the rough steamed buns, and sighed, "It can't be transported here. Those monsters in Northern Qi...you call them wizards. They set up many interception lines, and we sent them out to transport them." The food people can’t get out at all.”

Ning Zhiyuan frowned: "They are planning to cut off your food and trap you here to death."

"hateful!"

Qingluo slammed the table and was furious, "I can't spare these Miao bastards!"

"Fortunately, when we came here, His Majesty had the foresight. Everyone brought enough food for a month." Wuye sighed, "Even so, you have to save food. Who knows how long this battle will last?" Woolen cloth."

Qingluo turned her head to look at Ning Zhiyuan, "General Ning, where is the dry food you brought?"

"Oh, here it is." Ning Zhiyuan hurriedly unwrapped the package and handed it to her.

Qing Luo opened the package, and besides a few soft steamed buns, there were actually some fine snacks and candied dried fruits inside.

She looked at Ning Zhiyuan with some surprise, "General Ning is in such a good mood, he sent troops to fight with snacks?"

"Cough, it's not..." Ning Zhiyuan coughed in embarrassment, "I heard that the master is coming here, so I asked someone to go out and buy it..."

"Give me something to eat?"

"Ang, I know Master likes to eat this..."

"...Hehe." Qingluo laughed dryly.

Her habit of eating snacks was still developed in the Lin family village.

Now it's all right, even the Ning and Meng families know about it.

Even Wuye, who was frowning, couldn't help showing a smile, "It's hard for someone to have a heart, and those who enter and leave the battlefield still want to prepare snacks for you... It's really comparable to our Long Live Lord..."

Mentioning Lin Jinyu whose whereabouts were unknown, Wuye's expression darkened again.

Qing Luo knew that being sad and angry at this time would bring nothing, so she reached out and took out the steamed buns and put them in his bowl, and said softly, "Since I'm here, I can't let Brother Wuye still eat bran and swallow vegetables."

She asked Mei Luochuan, "Fourth brother, do we have enough food and grass?"

Mei Luochuan didn't answer, but asked Wuye first, "How many people do you have now?"

"There are [-] to [-] left."

"Oh..." Mei Luochuan thought for a while, and said to Qingluo, "I didn't bring much food this time, including the people from the Ningmeng and Meng families, plus those from Dazhou's side, it may barely be enough for half a year. .”

puff!
Wuye almost choked on the water.

"...Isn't that too much?" He almost bit off his tongue in surprise, "Niuniu, you also brought people? How many?"

Qingluo looked at Ning Zhiyuan.

Ning Zhiyuan immediately replied: "Not many, the total is less than 10 people."

Wuye: "..."

It is said that the Mei family is mysterious, and the world only thinks that the Mei family is hard to find in the fairy trail.

Who would have thought that they would possess such enormous power and heritage?
Wuye glanced at the little girl obediently wrapped in a thick fur, and felt extremely complicated in her heart.

No wonder the Mei family said that she is the princess of the Mei family. With the power she possesses, she is more than just a princess?

When did the chubby little girl in his heart turn into such a powerful golden branch and jade leaf?
"Brother Wuye," Qingluo pondered, not knowing what was going on in his heart, "How many people are there in Beiqi right now?"

Wuye: "At that time, His Majesty estimated that there were about 3 to [-] people."

"Twice as many as you?"

"Originally there were quite a number, but those monsters in Northern Qi..." Wuye smiled wryly, "Coupled with hunger and cold, the soldiers fought very hard, alas."

Qingluo frowned and said: "If I restrain those wizards, will Brother Wuye have the confidence to repel the Northern Qi army?"

(End of this chapter)