Poison doctor and crazy concubine: Please respect yourself, evil king

Chapter 155
"If you like to drink, don't drink, if you don't drink, you will fall down!"

Ye Lan put down the medicine bowl, turned and left the camp.

But that face was red and almost bleeding.

"My lord, why is your face so red? Are you sick? The weather at the border is bad. Your lord should be more careful."

Zhuyang's words had a good intention, and he didn't know what happened in the camp, but it was precisely because of the words that Ye Lan remembered things he shouldn't have thought about,

"If you don't speak, no one will treat you as dumb!"

"...!"

Seeing Ye Lan's back disappearing in front of his eyes, Zhuyang expressed a look of bewilderment.

What did he do wrong?

Of course there is no answer, but if you are right and meet a strange person at the wrong time, then this sentence is naturally inappropriate.

Zhuyang was still suffering from grievances. On the other side, Ye Lan climbed up the city wall and looked at the white eyes.

The smell of blood is still mixed in the wind and snow, and occasionally you can see corpses half buried by the snow.

When the two armies confront each other, the dead are buried and unable to return home. Whether it is a Qin soldier or an enemy army, it is sad.

Leaves fall and return to their roots, and people return to their hometown after death.

"looking at what!"

At some point, Qin Junlie also followed. On the city wall, Qin Junlie stood beside Ye Lan.

"It's still cold, it's better for the lady to wear more clothes."

As he said that, he wanted to untie his cloak and put it on Ye Lan, but Ye Lan refused.

"No need, I can bear it."

She survived the colder weather, let alone now.

In the previous life, the mission in the polar region was the real narrow escape, lack of water, severe cold, ice cave, as if all the bad luck gathered together, that time was also the latest time that Ye Lan really felt death.

"I am very happy for my husband."

"What?"

Ye Lan, who was recalling the past, looked at Qin Junlie with a puzzled face, why was he so happy.

"My wife cares about her husband."

Concern, where do you care?

Oh!
It was only then that Ye Lan realized that she couldn't hear the meaning of concern in her words.

"Miss, what do you think is the victory rate of Qin State in this war?"

After Qin Junlie's words fell, Ye Lan didn't reply. She half-closed her eyes and looked into the distance, before slowly uttering a word for a long time.

"Judging from the current military strength, Qin's numbers are at a disadvantage, but as long as they survive this month, there is an eighth chance of winning."

The reason why the barbarians attacked the Qin border was simple. They wanted to get more food for the winter. Seeing that the cold winter was approaching, the barbarians were about to launch a general attack, and it would be a large-scale attack.

Although the soldiers of the Qin State had no worries about food and clothing, facing the multiplied number of barbarian soldiers, coupled with such harsh weather conditions, there would be some psychological resistance to some extent.

The odds of winning at the eighth level are only the probability after surviving the cold winter. If the barbarians launch powerful attacks again and again before the cold winter, then the border of Qin State will be mysterious.

Even if Qin Junlie personally sits in the town, it is impossible to say that he can resist [-]% against the multiplied barbarian soldiers.

"A month?"

"Yes, at least a month!"

Qin Junlie understood what Ye Lan wanted to say, but one month was too long.

"My husband received the news that in a few days the barbarian soldiers will unite with the lords of the grasslands to launch a general attack on the border, and my husband will send Zhuyang to escort my wife to leave first."

"leave?"

Xiumei frowned slightly, Ye Lan raised her head and looked at Qin Junlie.

"Why did you leave?"

She worked so hard to come to the border, but this guy wants to send her away, it's okay, it's okay!

Sensing the look in Ye Lan's eyes, Qin Junlie stretched out his hands and gently embraced Ye Lan in his arms.

"Miss, you are the love of my husband for the rest of my life. If you are hurt in the slightest, it will be like a thousand cuts in my husband's heart."

A soft sentence suddenly echoed in Ye Lan's ears, but those whispered words hit her heart again and again.

"Don't... don't talk about these things, I... I'm here to treat you. When I want to leave is my own business, and it's not your turn to take care of it!"

Her face turned red again, Ye Lan wanted to break free from Qin Junlie's embrace, but she knew that the embrace was getting tighter and tighter.

"let me go!"

"Haha...hahaha..."

Qin Junlie suddenly laughed, from the initial shallow smile to a hearty laugh, the laughing Ye Lan really wanted to smash all his teeth.

"What are you laughing at, let me go!"

"My lady cares so much about my husband, how should my husband love you?"

Yes, Qin Junlie's heart is warm right now.

From Qindu to the border, the journey is thousands of miles away, and there will be many obstacles during the journey, but Ye Lan came to the border regardless of everything, for Qin Junlie.

He wants to pamper and care for such a woman with all his love from life to life.

"Can you stop laughing, it makes people feel hairy."

Ye Lan couldn't break free from Qin Junlie's embrace, so she had no choice but to let Qin Junlie hold her like this!

"Stop laughing!"

"stop laughing!"

"There is no end! Qin Junlie..."

……

In the tent, the crackling sound of the bonfire echoed in everyone's ears. Ye Lan came to Qin Junlie with a bowl of medicine and motioned to drink it.

"Drink it, not a drop left!"

"it is good."

The smile was so soft that the gentle generals thought their eyes were hallucinating.

But after thinking about it, with the princess here, everything is possible.

"My lord, my lord, the barbarians have gathered hundreds of thousands of troops outside the boundary line, and they must make the final blow."

The day of the war was much earlier than Ye Lan had calculated, probably due to the worse weather recently, which forced the barbarian army to gather all its troops earlier.

The wind and snow were blowing outside the camp, and the cold wind roared like a devil.

Ye Lan couldn't help tightening her clothes, sitting by the campfire with a cup of hot tea and listening to the soldiers talking about the current situation.

Just like what Ye Lan heard, the barbarian army is planning to fight, so they gathered 20 troops and planned to give it a go.
If he wins, he will not only break through the border of Qin State, but also enter the cities along the way to rob food and attack Qin's momentum.

However, there is one point worth Ye Lan's attention. Although Qin's soldiers are several times smaller than barbarian soldiers, at least they are well fed and warmly dressed. Compared with barbarian soldiers who have been starving for several days, they are much stronger in combat effectiveness.

"Lady, what are you thinking, you might as well say it and listen."

Qin Junlie's words made Zhuyang and other soldiers' eyes fall on Ye Lan.

If other women entered the camp, their reaction must be disgusted, after all, it is unlucky for a woman to appear on the battlefield or in the camp, but this is Ye Lan, the future mistress of their palace.

Moreover, all the soldiers were also looking forward to what Ye Lan would say next.

Ye Lan looked at Qin Junlie and pouted.

"How do you know I'm thinking, and why should I say it!"

"My wife, Mo Ruof."

Qin Junlie answered Ye Lan perfectly with one sentence, knowing his wife Mo Ruofu.

It was precisely because of this short sentence that cold dog food slapped everyone on the face. Although they were astonished at why the bloodthirsty and ruthless prince of the God of War turned into such a gentle man, this tenderness obviously only belonged to the princess. My lord, it's no surprise that I'm surprised. ,

"What knowing wife, Mo Ruof, cut it!"

With a cold snort, Ye Lan still spoke out what was in her heart.

She has experienced wars, but the wars in the 21st century are all high-tech weapons, wars with hot weapons, and the scene of handing over cold weapons like this in ancient times has long since disappeared.

However, whether it is the era of hot weapons or the era of cold weapons, the art of war is the same.

"Since the barbarian soldiers want food, let's give it to him. Not only the food, but also the city. Why not?"

"My lord, this is absolutely unacceptable!"

"Yes, my lord concubine, you don't know that the border gate is an important defense shield for our Qin State. Once it is lost, then Qin State has gone to a barrier!"

"Yes, yes, my lord, you should think twice!"

Ye Lan knew that when she said this, someone would object and think she was crazy.

"My lady has a reason for doing this."

The only one who didn't doubt it was Qin Junlie. Looking at Ye Lan, he believed that this little woman would have something to say.

"Hey, of course there is a reason, it depends on whether you are willing to listen!"

"My lady, but it's okay to say."

With Qin Junlie's permission, everyone was curious about what Ye Lan would say.

Feeling that everyone's eyes were on her, Ye Lan smiled and spoke slowly.

"As the saying goes, there is a saying in the art of war, whether it is a black cat or a white cat, as long as it catches mice, it is a good cat!"

Doesn't matter if it's a black cat or a white cat, is it a good cat if it catches mice?

Which military strategist wrote this sentence, why don't they know?
A group of people said that they were very deceived, and they were puzzled at first, but when they heard Ye Lan's strategy at random, Zhuyang and the others gradually changed from doubts at the beginning to admiration.

"My lord, if you are a man, you must be the pillar of the country!"

"Hehe, you are sexist. What's so good about being a man? It's better to be a woman and be at ease!"

Ye Lan said the same to Zhuyang, and Zhuyang also nodded in agreement.

"Yes, yes, no matter whether the princess is a man or a woman, she is the prince's treasure."

"Zhuyang, how do you want to die?"

A gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but this smile was so gentle that he could see the gloomy behind Zhuyang, and he wanted to run away.

"Hey, princess, you have a lot of adults, so let's bypass the little one, and the little one will apologize to you!"

Zhuyang, who was about to escape from the danger, was frozen all of a sudden, and saw a slender silver needle piercing Zhuyang's acupuncture point, his whole body felt as uncomfortable as tens of thousands of ants gnawed, but he was imprisoned again In order to expel the shell, no matter how hard Zhuyang tried, he couldn't move half a minute, as long as the innermost part begged for mercy.

"Ancestor Wangfei, the little one said something wrong, please forgive the little one!"

(End of this chapter)