pungent peasant girl

Chapter 428
Luo Ziyan was pleasantly surprised and jumped off the horse, "Qin Wu, go quickly."

"Yes."

Qin Wu led the team and quickly distributed the food. The soldiers were all eating hot food.

Luo Ziyan looked at Meng Qianyan, "Why are you here?"

"Hmph, you want food for 5 people, do you think only Qin Wu can do it?"

"Oh? Our family Qianyan did it?"

"Hey, that's natural. I Meng Qianyan's popularity in the capital is nothing to worry about. Not only the restaurants, but also many ordinary people have brought out their own food. In addition to the 150 stoves in the military camp, I can barely make up for it. Enough to eat."

"Okay, our family Qianyan has also worked hard."

"Hmph, am I your wife? How can I not help you share your worries and work? By the way, you are hungry too. Go, you can eat some too."

Luo Ziyan's heart flashed a faint warmth, "What about you?"

"I've eaten. I'll go to the barracks now. I'm going to train another batch of decent archers."

"Okay, support my husband!"

The meal was almost finished, looking at the sun in the sky, Luo Ziyan put the bowl and chopsticks aside, "General Pei, send an order to stop eating and get ready to go."

"Yes."

After Luo Ziyan's order was conveyed, the soldiers behind all stood up straight, put on their armor and held their weapons.

Luo Ziyan turned around and climbed up the steps towards the city wall.

Meng Qianyan saw him, put on his helmet, and followed.

Luo Ziyan stood on the top of the city tower, looking around, the enemy army had indeed arrived at the bottom of the city.

Mo Yun was wearing dark armor, riding a tall horse, at the very center of the enemy army, with several generals following him.

Luo Ziyan looked into the city, and the soldiers below had just finished eating.

So, he opened his voice and shouted out of the city, "Brother Seventeen——"

The clearer and louder the voice reached Mo Yun's ears.

Mo Yun raised his head, his phoenix eyes slightly raised, looking at the silver figure on the city wall.

He was dressed in silver armor, as white as moonlight, with a tall figure, and his eyes were burning with stars shining in them.

His demeanor is so extraordinary, like a heroic and immortal general.

And Meng Qianyan was standing not far from him, the armor on his body, and his eyes were exactly the same as Luo Ziyan's.

Mo Yun smiled, and raised his voice, "Sister-in-law, I haven't seen you for a few days, but you still look good."

"Hehehe, Brother Seventeen is not bad, he is still so domineering and ruthless. It's only been a few hours, and you will go and return."

"Haha, what does it mean to go and return, sister-in-law, you should know that this imperial city should have belonged to me."

"No, Brother Seventeen, the crown prince's name is Mo Ling, not Mo Yun."

"So what? Does the prince have to be the emperor? The throne should belong to the strong." Mo Yun's eyes showed a trace of disdain.

Luo Ziyan breathed heavily, "Brother Seventeen, we haven't seen each other for a long time, but in fact, I've always wanted to tell you something."

"You say so."

"Brother Seventeen, I know that part of the reason for your rebellion is the matter of Concubine Mei. But Concubine Mei's death was not as simple as you imagined. The emperor has been making up for it, and Concubine Mei is also at fault. The emperor never wanted to hurt Brother Seventeen, so, Brother Seventeen, I advise you, can you withdraw your troops and go back to the palace with me, I think, as long as Brother Seventeen is willing to let go, the Emperor is merciful, it will not be true What about Brother Seventeen?"

Luo Ziyan's attitude was sincere.

Although he was deliberately delaying time, these words were indeed his sincere thoughts.

However, Mo Yun chuckled, not surprised, "You said that the truth about the death of my queen mother and concubine is fully known to me. After Taoist Liu Yuan came out of the palace, he told me all about the situation in the palace. .”

"Then why did the prince still want to raise troops? The emperor didn't intend to do anything to you at all. It was Mo Jinghua who played tricks behind his back."

"This king knows that Mo Jinghua is playing tricks. But so what? Sister-in-law, there are some things, some people, we have to decide the winner."

Mo Yun spoke softly, glanced at Luo Ziyan's side from the corner of his eye, and Meng Qianyan's eyes seemed to follow Luo Ziyan closely all along.

"Is winning or losing that important?" Luo Ziyan frowned and asked.

"I don't know, but if I don't decide the outcome, then what's the point of my preparations. Sister-in-law, when you live in this world, you always have to set yourself a goal. Now, when this king is realizing this Time to target."

Luo Ziyan was speechless.

"Sister-in-law, this king doesn't want to face swords and soldiers. But you know, we have no choice."

Luo Ziyan nodded, "That's all Brother Seventeen said, and I have nothing to say. Since Brother Seventeen insists on fighting, then Ziyan can only accompany him."

Luo Ziyan took a few steps back, and ordered to the side, "Meet the enemy!"

The sobbing horn blew, and the gates of the imperial city opened wide. Two silver-white shadows rushed out first, followed by 5 horses brought by General Pei.

At the same time, Mo Yun also sent an order, and Mo Yun's soldiers also drew their weapons and prepared the formation.

When swords and soldiers met each other, the sound of weapons colliding with each other was harsh, and the soldiers roared loudly.

In an instant, the pungent smell of blood filled the air.

The armies of both sides began to fight formally.

Meng Qianyan was in the crowd of soldiers, constantly drawing her bow and shooting arrows, she really couldn't stand the smell of blood, so she covered her mouth and nose with a white silk cloth.

But she still persisted, perhaps as Mo Yun said, they had no choice.

This battle started in the afternoon and continued until it was dark, when the moon and stars were thinning, and then dawn, and when the sun was rising.

A night, a day, and another night.

For two full days and two nights, they fought bloody battles and left corpses everywhere.

Outside the city gate, no one knew how many soldiers died, and Meng Qianyan also didn't know how many feathered arrows she shot.

She was getting more and more tired, and the horse was teetering.

The white armor on her body had been dyed red, and she couldn't hold it anymore.

Luo Ziyan rode over and held her arm, "Qianyan, you are too tired."

"Ziyan, I'm really tired."

"Qin Wu, take Qianyan back to the city to rest first."

Meng Qianyan knew that his physical strength was not enough, so he followed Qin Wu back to the city without struggling or forcing himself.

She returned to the city, ate something, and listened to the noises outside, she was still fidgeting, and climbed up to the city wall again with her body supported.

She looked down, the soldiers were still fighting, there were countless corpses on the ground, and there were blood stains everywhere.

Looking at the blood stains, she would still vomit at first, but slowly, even her nose and eyes may have become numb.

She suddenly felt uncomfortable and panicked. She didn't know if it was because of the sacrifice of thousands of soldiers, or because she felt sorry for Ziyan's hardships and dangers, or because the friendship between Sad and Mo Yun should really be over.

Mo Yun's kindness to her, what he said to her, his all-out help to her, and his trust in her, all filled his heart.

(End of this chapter)