pungent peasant girl

Chapter 439

The days approaching the end of the new year, but there is no taste of the new year.

In the cold wind, there is only the cruelty and ruthlessness of war.

Meng Qianyan stood outside the tent, a soldier came over with a horse and handed him a quiver.

"Really going hunting?" Meng Qianyan asked Mo Yun.

Mo Yun stood beside her, also leading a maroon horse.

"What? Don't want to go?"

"That's not true, after all, is the war imminent?"

"It's true that the war is imminent, but this day is not too bad. After all, you are a guest. Of course, this king will treat you well."

"Okay, then I'm welcome."

"Brother Seventeen, do you dare to compare?"

"Who shoots more prey than in one hour?"

Mo Yun sneered, "Such an old-fashioned comparison."

"I'm not finished yet."

"What do you say."

"This is what I think. If Brother Seventeen loses, then go back to Beijing with me. If Brother Seventeen wins, I will never bring up this topic again. I will leave after two days. Then we will win Farewell, resign to fate." Meng Qianyan said with a smile, and then looked into Mo Yun's eyes.

"You may not win." Mo Yun raised his eyebrows lightly.

"Can you try to win or not? Or, Brother Seventeen is afraid of my archery skills and dare not compare?"

"Don't provoke me."

"Then try it?"

"Just try it!"

The hunting ground belongs to the Mohist royal family, and there are soldiers guarding it all the year round.

But when the war started, no one continued to guard the hunting ground.

In the endless hunting ground, there are only two people, Meng Qianyan and Mo Yun.

Meng Qianyan took the lead and rushed into the hunting ground quickly.

Arrow after arrow, arrows never fail.

Mo Yun quickly caught up and overtook her.

Mo Yun's level of archery is not much better than Meng Qianyan's, so the two of them could be considered a tie.

Meng Qianyan is bound to win the word "win".

Only in this way can she have a chance to persuade Mo Yun to go back.

So she mustered all her strength, no matter what wild animal it was, as long as she saw it, she would shoot it mercilessly.

In this way, after a short while, she was already sweating all over.

She rarely worked so hard.

Whether it was in the countryside before, or when he was hunting with the emperor.

She doesn't like to go all out, she likes to keep her strength.

But now, she can't do that.

Meng Qianyan's speed was astonishingly fast, and Mo Yun was amazed by his accuracy.

Soon, Mo Yun couldn't keep up with her.

For even if his horse was ahead of her, her arrows were not as quick and accurate.

An hour passed like this, Meng Qianyan tightened her grip on the reins, and slowed down the horse's speed. She wiped off the sweat from her forehead, and took off her cloak and put it on the horse's back.

"Brother Seventeen, look, I still won, right?"

Her voice fell for a while, but there was no answer.

Meng Qianyan turned his head strangely, Mo Yun was no longer there.

She rode out of the hunting ground, outside the hunting ground, Mo Yun was already waiting for her, his phoenix eyes narrowed, and there was a large pile of prey in front of him.

Meng Qianyan came up to him, "Brother Seventeen, what do you mean?"

Mo Yun smiled, "Girl, you lost."

"You—" Meng Qianyan raised his eyebrows, "You promised me."

"Yes, but this king didn't say that, this king is not allowed to ask other people to help."

"You, are you kidding me?"

"No, Qianyan, I just want to tell you that I can't go back. What I said yesterday was the truth." Mo Yun's tone was rare and soft, "The relationship between you and the throne must always be between you and the throne. Otherwise, how should I spend the rest of my life?"

Meng Qianyan's raised eyebrows slowly returned, "Brother Seventeen, I can't leave Ziyan."

Mo Yun nodded, "This king can't go back to Beijing like this."

"Okay, then I won't force Brother Seventeen."

Meng Qianyan sighed, "There are so many prey, take them back and give them a taste."

"Alright, I'll listen to you."

Meng Qianyan turned the horse's head, and the two walked forward side by side, "Brother Shiqi, I think I should go back tomorrow."

"give up?"

"Well, maybe, I didn't think about it from your point of view."

Mo Yun didn't speak, and silently looked at Meng Qianyan's side face.

Maybe he didn't even know it himself.

Why let go of the battle and stop fighting, and bring Meng Qianyan to hunt?
Maybe, he just wanted to experience the time spent with her again?

Such a pick-up should be very short-lived.

So he slowed it down very slowly.

After half an hour's journey, they drove for an hour before returning to the camp.

In the camp, a tent is connected to a tent.

Meng Qianyan came down from the high place and observed the camp while walking down.

She already knew Mo Yun's feelings for her.

She regretted that she couldn't reciprocate his feelings.

I also know that deep down in his heart, he is actually lonely and lonely.

But she came, and she came with her mission.

She had to tell Ziyan everything about the situation here.

She lost the food and grass, so she had to make up for her mistake.

Back in the tent, it was almost noon, Meng Qianyan ate lunch in the tent by himself.

Outside, there was the sound of soldiers and horses being drilled.

It seems that Mo Yun is going to attack the imperial city again.

She opened the curtain and looked at the surrounding tents, and the surroundings were quiet.

Sure enough, they all went to practice.

She frowned, will she attack the city tomorrow?
So how will they attack the city?
She thought about this question secretly, and then thought of something, fell down on the ground, and listened to the sound in the distance, so that it sounded clearer.

This exercise lasted all afternoon, and it didn't stop until evening when the sunset glow climbed into the sky.

Mo Yun prepared good food and meals to comfort the soldiers, singing and dancing, and it was late at night before he knew it.

It was late at night and the soldiers were all asleep.

Meng Qianyan lay on the bed, tossing and turning, but still couldn't fall asleep.

What kind of siege is going to happen tomorrow?She needs to know.

So she got up quietly.

It was dark outside, except for the occasional sound of patrolling soldiers in the distance.

She bowed her back and quickly stepped forward, and got outside Mo Yun's tent.

The lights were still on inside, and three figures could be seen vaguely.

It seems to be Mo Yun, Ruo Xian, and Daoist Liu Yuan.

She squatted in the secret place, listening to the conversation inside.

"Yes, that's right, that's what this subordinate thinks. There is a saying in the art of war, one big push, then one decline, and three exhaustion. Let's attack three times, and the subordinates don't believe it. Luo Ziyan's little food, grass, soldiers and horses can last Even if we can survive this time, what about the next time? It’s so cold, it will be too late when Yuegan’s army arrives.”

"Yes, if the first method is feasible, then tomorrow morning, we will attack the imperial city again according to Ruoxian's method!"

(End of this chapter)