An Ning was picked up by Black Eagle on the horse, she glanced at Yang Zheming, he was in good spirits, but his face was very pale, Zhuji knelt at his feet, holding a glass of water for him to drink medicine. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Why is he in such poor health? At a young age, it was as if he was seriously ill.

Everyone packed up and continued to move forward, and the speed slowed down, Gao Lao led the way in front like the owner of the caravan, Zhu Ji and Kyaukyue followed closely behind him, and An Ning followed at the back of the team, the youngest child in the caravan, like the boss's child.

It looks like an ordinary caravan shuttling between Daliang and Beirong.

After waiting for half an hour, a young man in red came to him, looking at the clothes piled up on the ground, he took out the fire fold, lit it and threw it on the ground, instantly igniting a raging fire.

An Ning in the distance turned his head and looked at the firelight in the sky, and the defenders of the Beirong military camp would soon notice something strange and gather at the outpost, and their route to the secret passage would be safer.

She frowned worriedly, and Liu Niang comforted her: "The maple scar boy is very good, and he will catch up soon." An Ning was silent, nodded slowly, and Maple Scar received her orders, and stayed far behind the team, waiting for leisure not to appear.

He is her trump card to save her life, and he must not be revealed at will.

As they had traveled about a mile, it was getting colder and colder, the moon was gradually obscured by dark clouds, and the sky was about to dawn.

The black-clothed man who had gone to the front to explore the road came back from his horseback and whispered to Elder Gao: "There are people camping in front, it seems to be another caravan, about a hundred people, all of them are Beirong people. He paused: "I also found about a thousand men and horses lying in ambush around, as if waiting for us." ”

Gao Lao looked back at Shizi, everyone had just traveled a few miles, and they were all a little tired, if the other party was not good, it was the people of the fourth prince, they would face a tough battle.

Yang Zheming looked back at everyone and ordered, "Wake up the third prince." ”

Anyway, when it comes to other people's territory, it's time for the third prince to do his duty as the host.

An Ning rode with Liu Niang and kept resting in Liu Niang's arms. When he was woken up, he saw Yang Zheming's calm and slightly tired eyes: "We have joined the third prince's people." ”

She straightened up, and in front of her was a large number of Beijung soldiers encamped, and there was a sense of tranquility - they had encountered the real Beijung army.

Yang Zheming held her down: "No matter what happens, don't talk later." We pretended to be the third prince who bought us in Daliang, and he would talk about treating us as lifesavers. ”

The third prince had regained his senses, holding Zhuji in his arms, and was talking and laughing with the general in Beirong language. Kyaukyue was standing behind the third prince, following in her steps, whispering in his ear from time to time.

As soon as he finished speaking, the third prince suddenly shouted in the distance: "Ah Zheming, come here, let me introduce you to the most powerful warriors in Beirong." ”

Yang Zheming glanced at An Ning deeply, turned around and walked towards the group of people of the third prince.

The Beirong general looked over and swept the peace in Liu Niang's arms, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's falcon.

Liu Niang whispered in An Ning's ear: "That person's name is Abu, known as General Bu, he is the queen's nephew, he is very good at fighting, he has never participated in the struggle of the princes, all parties want to win him over, and he is very indifferent to everyone, so it also guarantees that he will not betray us for the fourth prince." ”

An Ning was picked up by Liu Niang and dismounted, walking towards a tent. They planned to set up camp here, put their carriages and horses in order, and leave again the next day.

An Ning took Liu Niang's hand and passed by them, and heard the third prince complain: "I came back from Daliang this time, and it was all up to Ah Zheming to save me, Abu, you can go with us tomorrow, let's go back to the royal capital as soon as possible, and you will protect me on the way......" His Daliang official spoke very fluently, and from time to time mixed a few words of Beirong dialect, so that both sides could understand it.

An Ning was shocked, the appearance of the third prince seemed to have forgotten all the original things, Jiaoyue was able to completely tamper with the memory of the third prince, what did she do to him?

The third prince has a faint fragrance, like the smell of rouge on a woman's body.

Kyaukyue stood behind the third prince, and she and Zhuji were as intimate as his concubines. It was only when she spoke in his ear with a sideways face that there was a slight edge in her eyes.

It's like a poisonous snake quenched with poison, spit out letters from time to time, giving people a fatal blow.

Femme fatale.

Qiao Si and Qiao Wu were surrounding Gao Lao, they all communicated in Beirong language, and they also hooked shoulders with several Beirong soldiers like good brothers, holding a map to understand the surrounding terrain.

An Ning suddenly found that out of the border of Daliang, almost everyone began to emerge, showing their true strength, struggling to survive in this strange land, and doing everything they could to achieve their goals.

So what can she do?

General Bu watched An Ning and Liu Niang walk into the tent, the little boy was fair-skinned, with delicate facial features, and was very beautiful.

He asked in Daliang, who was not yet fluent but very clear, "Who is that little boy and what is his name?" ”

Yang Zheming was slightly stunned, a trace of strangeness crossed his eyes, lowered his eyes to hide it, and finally said softly: "His name is A Ning, and he is my younger brother." ”

General Bu looked at Yang Zheming, his facial features were rough, his figure was tall, and he was very imposing: "You are all from Daliang?" ”

Yang Zheming nodded.

General Bu's serious face suddenly smiled: "I can teach him to speak Beijung." His originally blunt and cold attitude suddenly softened.

Zhu Ji was slightly surprised in her heart, this army is very capable, there are few girls and children, General Bu has no heart for her and a stunning beauty like Jiaoyue, and it is difficult to even keep his gaze, but he is so interested in a little boy?

Her eyes swept over the prince, Yang Zheming's face was not very good, if General Bu really looked at Anning, this would be an extremely headache.

In the tent, the hot water brought by Qingyan soaked Anning's feet and wiped her face.

An Ning has been tired of driving and riding for the past few days, and he is nervous, he has not rested well, his small body can't bear it at all, and there are purple black scars everywhere. Her feet had been blistered from wearing shoes that didn't fit well and didn't breathe. Qingyan took a needle to pick it out for her, put medicine on it, and Liu Niang made the bed and let An Ning lie down and rest for a while.

An Ning lay down, the futon smelling strong, but the exhaustion made it difficult to concentrate anymore, and she soon fell into a coma.

She slept until night.

When I opened my eyes, it was already dark, I was hungry and hungry, Liu Niang and Qingyan were no longer in the tent, and a dim lamp and candle were lit in the darkness.

There was some meat and goat's milk on the table next to the bed, An Ning got out of bed barefoot, the tent was covered with a thick blanket, she walked to the table, it seemed to be still hot.

She picked up the meat, and suddenly a voice in the darkness said, "Drink milk first." ”