After Uncle Chen left, Ruyi talked a lot less for a while.
No matter how much I try to persuade Ping An, I can't persuade him.
"Sister, it's not like Mr. Chen won't come back..."
"What will he do to me if he comes back?"
Ruyi said, and the needlework in her hands never stopped.
Ping An opened his mouth, shook his head and sighed, then continued practicing his sword.
He knew that Sister A was a talker but a soft-hearted person. If she really wasn't reluctant to let go, why was she crying so hard before?
…
Borderland.
The battlefield was filled with the smell of blood and a rotten smell, the smell of rotting corpses.
Since Zhao Zhen broke through Dongyu City, it stands to reason that he should have made a strong push and marched straight in, but the pace of advancement stopped at the critical moment.
Just because the rear is in chaos! !
"Evil?"
Zhao Zhen frowned when she saw the secret report.
The evil spirits causing chaos in the local area will not have much impact on the war in this area.
But the place where the evil spirits are causing trouble is on the only way to transport grain and grass.
Several times in a row, the people transporting grain and grass died on the road without exception, and the fate of the grain and grass was unknown.
Naturally, I tried to take a detour, but there was only one road there. There was a river on the left and mountains on the right. The carriages transporting grain and grass could not pass through the mountains. If we took the waterway, the grain and grass would get damp and moldy in a few days. Dilemma.
Moreover, there is not much food and grass left in the army now. If we push forward again and the rear becomes unstable, I am afraid there will be a big mess.
It was only as a last resort that Zhao Zhen stopped in Dongyucheng.
Zhao Zhen didn't believe it was such a coincidence. He even suspected that his capture of Dongyu City was just a bait!
It was Xiao Jun who did this deliberately. He took advantage of the few days he was reorganizing Dongyu City to set fire to the rear and intercept the food route.
"Your Majesty, we are in urgent need of food and grass. If there is no food and grass delivered within ten days, I'm afraid..."
Zhao Zhen's face became serious as she listened to the report from the person below.
And on Xi Xiao's side.
The army had already set up camp, and everything was in order. It seemed that the fall of Dongyu City had no impact.
Shang Lu was not surprised to see Xiang's army stopped in Dongyu City.
He went to Daxiang many years ago and had already laid a secret hand, just waiting for this day to come.
As long as they wait for another ten days, the Xiang army will be like chickens and tile dogs without enough food and grass to replenish it.
"My Dongyu City is so easy to get."
Shang Lu put down the battle report, his eyes still so calm.
…
Zhao Zhen sent more than thousands of generals to the rear to check on the grain road.
But I never thought that nearly 7,000 people searched but found nothing.
"Your Majesty, could it be that you are really evil?"
Zhao Zhen didn't believe that this was the work of evil spirits. Someone must have done it.
But even so, the food and grass were still not delivered.
Zhao Zhen also understood at this moment, I am afraid that there is no way he can defeat this child.
"Get pen and paper!!"
That night, Zhao Zhen wrote a secret letter.
Calling out the secret guards, Zhao Zhen ordered: "This letter must be delivered to the prince's hands without delay, and no one can know about it!"
The secret guards took advantage of the darkness to mount their fast horses and set off. They killed four fast horses and arrived in Shangjing.
Zhao Wushuang couldn't help but feel a little nervous when facing the sudden appearance of the secret guard.
He never knew that there was such a person behind his father.
Zhao Wushuang took the letter with both hands. After the secret guard left, he opened the letter.
But there was still an unopened envelope in the letter.
There was no name on the envelope to whom it was addressed, but this line was written on it.
[Send this letter to the Jiujing Emperor’s Mausoleum! 】
Zhao Wushuang was stunned for a moment, "Jiu Jing Imperial Mausoleum?"
He didn't understand why his father would go to such unnecessary lengths, wouldn't it be enough to just let the secret guards send him away? Why go through him again.
Zhao Wushuang couldn't understand, but he still followed the instructions and left the city that night to go to the Jiujing Emperor's Mausoleum.
The imperial mausoleum at this time was actually abandoned, and the entrance to the mausoleum had already been sealed.
Zhao Wuji stood at the sealed cave entrance, holding the letter in his hand and not knowing what to do.
put it here? Or what?
Just as he was thinking.
But suddenly a strong wind blew.
The cold wind howled in the night, and Zhao Wushuang couldn't stand still and fell towards the tomb.
"thump."
Zhao Wuji fell to the ground, his hands hurting.
But when he opened his eyes again, he was stunned.
"this……"
He was a little confused and looked back.
The entrance to the cave is still sealed!
But now he is standing in the mausoleum.
Zhao Wushuang opened his mouth slightly, looked up, and saw a red coffin in the center in front of him. He couldn't help but feel a chill on his back, and a coldness rushed straight into his head.
"Did Zhao Zhen ask you to come?"
A voice suddenly sounded.
Zhao Wushuang was startled and looked around.
"Who!! Who!!"
He looked around, confused and at a loss.
This feeling even frightened him more than the confrontation with his father in the hall that day.
Because everything is unknown.
"Are you Zhao Zhen's son?"
Suddenly, a face suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Wushuang.
Zhao Wushuang was startled and fell to the ground.
"you you……"
The person in front of him had white eyes, a foul smell, and his clothes were in tatters. Especially his face, which was old and wrinkled.
Such an image is like an evil ghost.
The man said calmly: "Don't be afraid, I am a human being."
Zhao Wushuang swallowed, climbed back two more steps, and looked at the person in front of him warily.
The man asked: "Why doesn't Zhao Zhen come in person?"
"Father, he..."
Zhao Wushuang explained: "He went to the border."
The person in front of me was stunned for a moment, and then said: "You are really brave. Even at such an age, you still have ambition."
He faced Zhao Wushuang, but shook his head and said: "You are not even one-tenth of Zhao Zhen's courage."
He didn't say much, just waved his hand and said, "Just leave the letter."
Zhao Wushuang put down the letter.
Then the man in tattered clothes raised his hand and Zhao Wushuang was immediately sent flying backwards.
When he got up again, there was darkness in front of him, and he had already left the imperial mausoleum.
Zhao Wushuang's throat rolled, and he was afraid and quickly fled from here.
He, Zhao Wushuang, is not a courageous person, but if it were someone else, he might have reacted even more than him, and even fainted on the spot.
The man in rags in the tomb opened the letter, and then reached out to wipe the surface of the letter.
"Evil?"
The man muttered, but suddenly took out a copper coin from his arms, threw it away and turned it over.
Then I understood.
When he saw the end of the letter, he was stunned for a moment, a little unbelievable.
"This Zhao Zhen..."
He put away the letter and breathed a sigh of relief.
"He is truly a hero."
After a long time, there was another sigh.
"Pity……"
