A bonfire was lit in the corner, and a shelf was set up with dead branches next to it, with his clothes hung on it.
Jing Huahan's heart tightened, and he quickly looked down at himself and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was still wearing obscene clothes.
"Girl!" Someone opened the curtain and ran in. Jing Huahan looked up and saw that it was Wen Chan and Qing'e.
The two of them rolled up their sleeves and happily ran to Jing Huahan and hugged her.
"Girl! Are you awake?"
Jing Huahan took a long time to react after hearing this unfamiliar name.
Yes, now, her status as a princess can no longer be mentioned casually. It is more likely that if she is not careful, she will be killed.
"Wen Chan, Qing'e." Jing Huahan pushed the two of them away and asked anxiously in a low voice, "Where are we? Where are the young generals? Am I in a coma? Why can't I remember anything? What? Aren’t we in that ruined temple?”
There were tears in the corners of Qing'e's eyes, and she glanced gratefully at the people kneeling behind her, "Girl, you had a high fever when you were in the temple, but you happened to run into a bandit, so the Major General asked us to leave together with you. temple."
"Then, our carriage lost control and overturned. It was these people who saved us!" As she said this, she turned around and pointed at the people on the ground.
"How could this happen? Where is the young general? Where is he now?" Jing Huahan accidentally raised his voice, came back to his senses, glanced at those people, and pulled Qing'e and Wen Chan closer.
Wen Chan pursed her lips, avoided looking at Jing Hua's hairpin and lowered her head, "Young General, there is no news about him--"
"They got separated—" Wen Chan said, raising his hand to wipe it from the corner of his eyes.
"Ah -" Jing Huahan felt dizzy and fell backwards. Qing'e quickly helped him into her arms, "Girl, please don't be impatient! You - you can't have any problems anymore." !”
Jinghua Hairpin stared blankly at the door curtain that was flipping up and down. After a long moment of silence, it came close to Wen Chan's ear.
"How many days have we been separated from the Major General?"
Wen Chan paused and looked at Jinghua Hairpin unbearably, "It's been more than four days -"
"Have you been awake these past few days?"
"yes!"
"Then is there anyone looking for us?"
"No—no movement at all—"
A cold wind passed through the curtain, and a few strands of hair on the temples slowly fell.
Jinghua's white hairpin was tightly clenched on her chest with her slender fingers, her heart was falling, and she closed her eyes in despair.
"It's over—Dajing is completely over—"
Thinking of the words on the letter, Jing Huahan felt that he was in a helpless situation and was about to be broken in an instant.
As a woman, how should she restore her country?
At this moment, the curtain of the big tent was opened again, and several girls in strange clothes stood up from the ground and took a few steps forward to greet them. They were half-kneeling and saying something that Jing Huahan couldn't understand.
"Girl, this is the person who saved us."
Jing Huahan followed the sound and saw that the man at the door was tall and tall, standing against the light. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, he could still tell that he had an extraordinary aura.
Wearing a golden blue robe with dark patterns, a black cloak hanging diagonally from the shoulders, a few five-color treasures on the chest, a forehead wipe on the head, and slightly curly ink-colored hair.
Looking at such attire, Jing Huahan always felt that he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember where.
Just as he was thinking about it, the man walked straight to the couch.
"Is the girl's condition getting better?"
He is dressed in strange clothes, but he can talk about great things! He said it so righteously, Jing Huahan's doubts increased.
It was very uncomfortable to be stared at by the foreign man like this, but the dignity should not be lost at any time.
She straightened her body, wrapped her clothes tightly, and nodded slightly to avoid looking away, "Thank you, Master, for saving my life. My illness is much better."
The man didn't answer, so Jing Huahan had no choice but to look up, and met the man's eyes.
Under the thick sword-shaped eyebrows are a pair of slender red phoenix eyes, a tall nose, thin lips, and a few green beards that appear to be absent on the angular jawbone.
From Jing Huahan's point of view, this man was barely a few years older than her, but his movements seemed very sophisticated and neat.
His eyes were not cold, they could even be said to be calm, but Jing Huahan felt that he was so condescending, which made her fearful for no reason.
Looking at each other for a moment, the man's eyes were still staring at Jing Huahan's eyes, he raised his arms and clapped his hands.
Immediately, three young men carrying Yao plates walked in at the door, placed the Yao plates on the desk, and withdrew.
"It's our second young master who saved you, girl, because of his kindness. The person you should thank is our second young master, not me." After saying that, he raised his finger to the desk and said in a cold voice: "Please use it slowly."
Then, he narrowed his eyes meaningfully, turned around and walked out of the tent.
After the people left, Jing Huahan breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to ask Wen Chan a few more words, but happened to see Wen Chan and Qing'e staring at the food on the table and salivating.
She smiled and pushed Wen Chan, "Go and eat." Then she pushed Qing'e, "You can go too."
When the two agreed, they jumped up and brought everything on the desk to the couch.
Wen Chan picked up a bowl of milky white porridge and handed it to Jing Hua's hairpin face.
But before he arrived, Jing Huahan smelled an unpleasant smell and couldn't help but lay down on the bedside and retched.
While retching, he waved his hands repeatedly, "Take it away quickly! What is it that smells so strong! You must have given us the spoiled stuff to eat! - vomit."
"Second Prince!"
"Second Prince!"
"The second prince is back!"
Several red-maned horses ran to the front of the tent as if they were free of reins. The leading horse was tightly reined, and its head and front hooves were raised high.
"Is the eldest prince back?" The man asked as he lifted his robe and dismounted. The kneeling man quickly got up and went to lead the horse.
"I'm back! I'm waiting for you to eat in the tent with the Third Prince and the Third Prince!"
The fair and childish face is full of flamboyance, with two sword eyebrows flying into the temples, and the appearance is handsome.
The figure is slender and graceful, full of luster, and the riding attire is full of heroism and uprightness.
There was a sachet with a ring hanging around his waist, and he walked towards the big tent with a clanking sound.
Yelu Daiqin, the second prince of the Beidi Kingdom, attacked the Jing Dynasty this time. He did not follow Beidi King Yelu Dunbari to take the lead, but slowly entered the scene.
"Uncle Wang! Third brother! Big brother!"
He quickly stepped into the tent, and several people in the tent stood up to greet him.
"How's it going? This horse from Da Jing Dynasty is easy to walk!" Yeluo Rihemu pulled him to the desk, picked up the tin cup and filled it with a glass of wine.
"Very good! You are running so vigorously!" Yelu Daiqin took the wine glass, raised his head and drank it, took a mouthful of meat and chewed it, "Brother, I didn't expect you to come out of the city so soon. The palace is... Did you attack it like this?"
Yelu'eri and Mu also took a sip of wine, smacked their lips, and patted their chests, "With our current strength in Beidi, we can easily defeat ten of his great scenes!"
"What about the emperor's lineage in Dajing?" Yelu Daiqin looked at Errihemu intently.
Orihemu paused, then filled another glass of wine, "Already killed."
"The palace is already a river of blood. I came out this time to, firstly, take you into the city, and secondly, to avoid the smell of blood. Otherwise, I will choke and sleep restlessly in the middle of the night! Damn it!"
Yelu Daiqin's face was in an uproar, a flash of fleeting coldness flashed in his eyes, and he put down his chopsticks.
"Didn't you agree not to kill the royal family? You have killed so many people! What is the difference between you and their ancestors, Da Jing, who killed us Beidi people!"
The more he spoke, the more excited he became. He stood up in a hurry, raised his finger to point at the tent roof, and shouted loudly, "Forget about occupying their city now! Why bother to drive them all out! This way of repaying grievances will continue to kill for generations." When will it be over?”
"If we don't kill them, they will kill us!" Orihemu slapped his palm on the table, causing the dishes to rattle.
"Dai Qin! If you have something to say, talk to me! Sit down!"
Another man opened the five-color gem on his chest, took off the cloak hanging diagonally on his shoulders, and calmly sat Yelu Daiqin on the sheepskin mat.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the tent fell into silence.
After a while, Erri and Mu spoke again.
"There is another princess who escaped from Jing Dynasty. My father ordered that she must be found and stabbed to death on the spot! Do not disobey the order!"
"Those who disobey the order - behead!"
"Also, we have to stay outside the city for a while, and remember not to reveal our identity. There might be someone with a great eye watching us!"
