If Ning Wuhuang's appearance hadn't been imprinted in his heart for a long time, Amao would have suspected that he had recognized the wrong person.
"...Mr. Ning, don't think about it. His Majesty said that you need to recover from your injuries. You have to attend the funeral, so don't worry about it."
Zhou Jingxian rejected Ning Wushuang's request with a straight face.
Her title also shows that Ning Wuhuang is a real person and a living person.
"Princess Xian, I applied the medicine on the wound and took the medicine. Isn't it much better?"
"But you have to continue taking medicine, and it's best to take medicinal baths."
"It's okay. You go and pull my carriage over and put a medicinal bath on it...Forget it, I'll go to the imperial mausoleum to worship some other time."
It is disrespectful to carry out a funeral while taking a medicinal bath in a carriage.
Ning Wuyan shut his mouth obediently, stretched out his hand to scratch the painful and itchy wound on his back that had been penetrated by the medicine, and gasped in pain.
Seeing this, Zhou Jingxian sighed helplessly and raised her palms.
Boom.
Ning Wuyang fainted completely.
"The princess fought well. If Master Ning scratches her again, it will probably leave scars."
"He's not even afraid of lightning strikes but is he afraid of leaving scars?"
Zhou Jingxian finished speaking with resentment, and hurriedly took Ning Wuyi to the carriage while she was still awake.
Immediately afterwards.
Hundreds of Beijing Guards cleared the way in front of the carriage, and the battle was no less than when Emperor Daxing came in person.
Feeling the strong sense of killing, even the brave Amao lowered his head when the sight of the Beijing Guards swept over him inadvertently.
Until the carriage left and even the back could not be seen, Amao exclaimed in shock.
"General, Ning Wuyang is alive and well?!"
"Um……"
Although I don't believe this is true.
But the facts are seen with one's own eyes, and there is no room for Descartes to doubt them.
Ning Wuhuang is really not dead.
The national master actually missed it? !
Descarnato didn't know what happened in the hunting ground, but he had an ominous premonition in his heart.
Things seemed to be beyond his and the Imperial Master's control.
Ning Wuyan was not struck to death by lightning, and it seemed that he was seriously injured. So it would be a fantasy to try to use lightning to eradicate Ning Wuyan next time.
Even if the imperial master failed, in this case, after confirming that Ning Wuhuang was not dead, he should have ordered them to rush into the hunting ground and kill Ning Wuhuang in the chaos, or send them a message to ambush them in the middle. On the way.
Why?
Why didn't the Imperial Master take any action to deal with the aftermath?
Could it be said that the National Preceptor has no way to issue orders to deal with the aftermath?
Descartes thought of one more possibility, and was stunned. Then he shook his head like a rattle to comfort himself.
Impossible, it is impossible for the Imperial Master to be in the situation he imagined. It is very likely that he was controlled by Emperor Daxing.
"General, the Kongming Lantern is out!"
Amao's sudden voice startled Descartes.
He looked blankly in the direction of Amao's finger, with a look of impatience on his face.
What does it matter if the Kongming Lantern goes out?
"Amao, go in personally..."
"General, look, it seems that only our Kongming Lantern in Beidi is gone! No, not only the Kongming Lantern, but also the Snow Wolf totem seems to be gone too?"
What?
Amao's words made Descarnato quickly raise his head and squint at the flagpoles erected in the field.
Since the flagpoles are of the same height and have various totems tied to them, even though the Snow Wolf Totem is very conspicuous, it is difficult to find the flagpole that belongs to Beidi among a bunch of totems.
but now.
While the totems on all flagpoles are still bright and lifelike.
The only flagpole that does not have a Kongming lantern hanging on it, but only two charred black masses, is very eye-catching.
When Descarnato saw this scene, he didn't know why.
The carriage in the fire that night flashed in my mind.
"Is that our Beidi flagpole?"
Descartes' voice couldn't stop trembling.
Amaoyu didn't realize the seriousness of the matter and nodded hurriedly: "I have excellent eyesight and can recognize it immediately, especially our flagpole is next to Loulan's flagpole. The glazed vases on their flagpole are very conspicuous. I don't believe it." General, take a look again."
Descarnato no longer wanted to look at the flagpole.
He only has one idea now.
"Amao, let's go to the hunting ground."
Descarnato stood up directly, patted the dirt stains on his body, and walked towards the door.
The sudden change stunned Amao and his men lurking in the bushes.
What should they do now?
Following General Descanado into the hunting ground, what if someone from Daxing takes advantage of him?
If they don't go...it seems that the Jingwei Army will also discover their location.
In desperation, Amao could only ask those people to stand up and stand where they were.
Fortunately, in order for them to successfully sneak into the hunting ground, the general wore the clothes of the envoy group. Even if the two armies were fighting, the Daxing people would not kill the envoys, let alone there was no fighting yet.
Just stand there, trusting that your life will not be in danger.
"General, wait for me."
Seeing that his general was walking like flying, Amao didn't look like the ordinary deputy envoy at all. He realized that something was wrong and trotted a few steps along with him.
Descarnato ignored Amao and walked straight to the gate of the hunting ground.
No surprise.
He was stopped by the Jingwei army with spears.
"stop!"
"Where did you come from? What do you do? What are you going to do?"
Without saying a word, Descartes took out an invitation from his sleeve.
A Jingwei soldier responsible for stopping people took it and glanced at the name on it.
"Why did the envoy from Beidi come just now?"
"My men took the wrong path."
Descartes stretched out his hand and pointed at his subordinates who were standing there and did not follow.
The Beijing Guards noticed the movement in the bushes as early as when Descarnato and Amao appeared.
They were dubious and did not accept what Descartes said.
"An accident happened in the hunting ground. If you Beidi people want to go in, I have to send a message first and you guys wait first."
The Beijing Guards did not directly block their entry.
This reaction made Descarnato even more flustered.
This shows that Emperor Daxing has no intention of targeting the Beidi people. In this case, the Imperial Preceptor has not yet asked him to take action to solve the problem of Ning Wuchang, which shows...
No.
Definitely not what he suspected.
Descartes clenched his fists tightly under his wide sleeves, gritted his teeth, and silently prayed: Imperial Master, nothing will happen to you!
"Grandmaster Yuan was summoned by the gods to ascend to heaven this time. He did not identify the next successor of the Grand Priest, and we don't know who we should worship as the Grand Priest in the future."
"We don't have to worry about such big things. We just get money to show off."
Daxing's Jingwei Army has not yet finished sending the reply message.
A few people from Beidi who spoke in their hometown dialect hurriedly walked out.
Hearing their discussion, Descartes felt as if his head had been hit hard by a hammer, his eyes were filled with stars, his chest was heaving, and his body was shaking.
"General... Messenger, are you okay?!"
Amao also heard the discussion of those people, but his brain was slow and he could not react in time.
Until he saw that the general's center of gravity was unstable and he almost fell to the ground. While he reached out to support the general's body, he suddenly realized a serious problem.
The national master ascended to heaven?
Didn't name the next heir?
Do these people mean that the national master is dead? !
"You dare to openly curse the Imperial Master. This is a capital offense punishable by skin cramps!"
Amao held Descartes with one hand, pointed with the other at the Beidi talents who left the scene halfway, and threatened them sternly.
