Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 978 The Perfect Man (Part [-])

After a burst of extreme pain, Yang Ruoqing finally woke up.

She found herself lying on a simple bed, in front of the bed was a low desk with a candle on it.

Look around again, this is not in the house, this is in the tent.

Her mind was no longer drowsy, she sat up tentatively, but found that her limbs were still weak.

The wound on the left shoulder was also painful.

"Come on, come on..."

She opened her mouth and yelled twice towards the entrance of the tent.

Soon, footsteps were heard outside the tent.

Two people come in.

Walking in front was the man in golden armor she saw last before she passed out.

A maid followed behind him.

"The girl is awake? How does it feel?"

A voice like a spring breeze came.

Yang Ruoqing saw a young and handsome man standing in front of her bed.

With his hands behind his back, his kind and easy-going eyes fell on her.

In the dim tent, it suddenly felt like a warm spring in March.

"I still don't have the strength..."

Yang Ruoqing said, the weakness in her voice did not lie at all.

The man in front of the bed nodded slightly and smiled at her.

"Miss, you have been poisoned by the cult's poison. The poison is very domineering. I don't have the right antidote for the disease yet. Only when I enter Licheng can I completely expel the toxin for the girl."

He told the truth.

"So, I have to wrong the girl to rest under my king's tent for a few days. I don't know what the girl wants?"

the man asked politely.

Yang Ruoqing understood.

In other words, they are marching now, and the medicines brought by the poor conditions in the army are not so complete.

Her poison cannot be completely cured for the time being, and a better antidote can only be obtained after Licheng is rescued.

"I'm not wronged, I haven't thanked you yet," she said with a weak face.

"Thank you sir for saving my life."

"There is no need to be too polite, but if the people of our Daqi are persecuted by the cult, this king will not stand idly by." The man said.

"Young lady is resting here for the time being. If you need anything, just ask this maid."

"It's late at night, so I will stop nagging and leave." He said.

Yang Ruoqing forced a weak smile at him: "Go slowly."

When the man left the tent, the maid rushed to the bed.

"Is the girl thirsty? Is the servant girl pouring a bowl of water for the girl?" the maid asked respectfully.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, she wasn't thirsty, but she had a lot of questions in her stomach.

"The son who just left, is that noble person from our Daqi?"

She asked the maid about it.

He opened and closed his mouth and called himself "the king".

Talk, manner, demeanor...

Excellent self-cultivation is revealed everywhere.

Especially the golden armor, it takes a lot of gold to build, right?

Tsk tsk, it looks like rich gold.

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's question, the maid showed pride and complacency on her face.

"Girl, you don't even know his name? The one who came just now is the famous Prince Yun of our Grand Qi."

"Lord Yun?" Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows.

For a country girl like her who was born and raised in Changping Village, even the head of the town did not recognize her.

What's more, thousands of miles away, the prince and grandson in the imperial city?

Seeing Yang Ruoqing's confused look, the maid patiently told her about the Lord Yun.

This Prince Yun's full name is Qi Xingyun.

It is said that he has both civil and military skills, talent, good looks, and character.

It was born to one of the most beloved concubines of Emperor Daqi.

He was born in a wealthy village, but he has a positive heart.

He went to the battlefield when he was a teenager, and made great military exploits, and he is known as the Great Qi God of War.

On the battlefield, treating the enemy is as cold as the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves.

But towards the people of Daqi, he has an incomparably kind heart.

Approachable, without the slightest airs.

He even paid out of his own pocket to help those refugees in the famine.

As big as defending the country, as small as building bridges and paving roads for ordinary people.

Qi Xingyun is such an outstanding young man who benefits the common people.

He is also the dream lover of the girls who are married on behalf of the upper class aristocrats of the Daqi Kingdom.

Speaking of this place, Yang Ruoqing saw the maid put her hands together under her chin.

A face full of peach blossoms.

She couldn't help but curl her lips. This maid might also be Qi Xingyun, a die-hard fan of Lord Yun.

She, Yang Ruoqing, is not interested in Lord Yun's character or anything.

Right now, what she was thinking about was Tang Yazi's side.

I don't know how they broke through?

She didn't go back, he must be worried.

But in her current state, and the place is in turmoil, there is no way to contact him.

Forget it, it's all like this, the only thing she can do is to stay and heal her injuries.

Waiting for the Lord Yun, who is said to be the most happy with the people, to find her the antidote.

Licheng.

On the thick and towering city wall, the battle flag was blasted to pieces in the artillery fire.

Stained with the blood of the soldiers, it fluttered in the night wind.

On the city tower, there are filled with torches, illuminating this side like daytime.

The siege ladder is still on the city wall.

Red cannon carts and catapults were parked outside the city gate in a haphazard manner.

On the city walls and on the ground, corpses were strewn all over the field, and blood flowed like rivers.

The entire Shura hell.

Prince Nan was wearing armor and sitting in a wheelchair.

With a weather-beaten and resolute face, he stared at the retreating Black Lotus Cult enemy troops outside the city.

Prince Nan's face was filled with anxiety.

And at his side, Princess Bingqing also changed her delicate and delicate appearance.

She has high hair, is dressed in a military uniform, and holds a small sword in her hand.

It's just that the delicate and beautiful face in the past is now haggard, and there are many places on the face covered with dust.

She stood beside Prince Nan, looking forward.

In the wave of siege battles just repelled, the enemy suffered heavy losses, and their own side paid a heavy price.

"Father, although they didn't break through the city gate this time, the city defense was severely damaged."

Bingqing said anxiously: "I'm worried that they will attack again after rectifying, and we will soon be unable to hold on."

Hearing Bingqing's report and request for instructions, Nan Wangye also had a serious expression on his face.

"Licheng was besieged for several days, and after several strong battles, it has already become the end of its battle." He said in a deep voice.

"If you don't wait for reinforcements in these two days, the city will fall and your home will be destroyed!"

He sighed and looked down the city.

Bingqing was also full of anxiety, her brows were tightly frowned.

Licheng is the largest city in the south of Daqi, where the sky is high and the emperor is far away.

But when there is a crisis at this time, even if you ask for help, the distant water cannot save the nearby fire.

The only hope is the garrison in Xiushui Town, but the garrison has long been raided by the Black Lotus Sect.

Just at the moment when the Nanwang father and daughter were in a state of desperation, outside the city gate, there was a rush of horseshoes from far to near.

"Qing'er, look who is that?"

Nan Wangye leaned forward, and Bingqing also rushed to the side of the tower.

(End of this chapter)