The content of the chapter begins - > After a period of bitter pain, Yang Ruoqing finally woke up.

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

Look around, it's not in the house, it's in the tent.

Her mind was no longer gross, and she tentatively sat up, finding that her limbs were still collapsed and weak.

The wound on the left shoulder was also painful.

"Someone, someone......"

She opened her mouth and shouted twice towards the entrance to the tent.

Soon, footsteps could be heard outside the tent.

Two people came in.

Walking in front was the last person in the golden armor she saw before she fell unconscious.

He was followed by a maid.

"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.

He clasped his hands behind his back, and his kind and easy-going gaze fell on her.

In the dim camp tent, it suddenly looked like a warm spring March.

"Still don't have the strength to ......"

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

The man in front of the bed bowed his head slightly and smiled at her.

"Girl, you have been poisoned by the cult, the poison is very domineering, this king does not have the antidote to the symptoms in his hand for the time being, only when he enters Licheng can he completely expel the poison for the girl."

He said truthfully.

"Therefore, I have to aggrieved the girl to rest under the king's tent for a few days. I wonder what the girl thinks? ”

The man asked politely.

Yang Ruoqing understood.

That is to say, now they are on the march, and the conditions in the army are poor, and the medicines they bring are not so complete.

She can't get rid of all her poison for the time being, and she has to wait for Licheng to break the siege before she can get a better antidote.

"Don't be wronged, I haven't thanked Your Excellency yet," she said with a weak face.

"Thank you, Your Excellency, for saving my life."

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

"The girl is here to recuperate in peace for the time being, if you need anything, just tell this maid."

"It's late at night, so the king won't talk anymore and take his leave." He said.

Yang Ruoqing squeezed out a weak smile at him: "Go slowly." ”

When the man had left the tent, the maid hurried to the bedside.

"Is the girl thirsty? The slave and maid pour a bowl of water for the girl? The maid asked respectfully.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, her mouth was not thirsty, but there were a lot of questions in her stomach.

"The son who went out just now, which noble person is our Daqi?"

She inquired with the maid.

He opened his mouth and closed his mouth to call himself 'this king'.

Speech, manners, bearing......

Everywhere reveals excellent cultivation.

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

Tsk, at first glance, it is a local tyrant gold.

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's question, the maid's face showed a look of pride and pride.

"Girl, you don't even know his name? The master who came just now, but what about our famous Yun Wangye. ”

"Lord Yun?" Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows.

A girl like her who was born and raised in the countryside of Changping Village can't be recognized by the town's security chief.

What's more, thousands of miles away, the princes and grandsons in the imperial city?

Seeing Yang Ruoqing's confused look, the maid patiently followed her to popularize the matter of this cloud prince.

This Yun Wangye, his full name is Qi Xingyun.

It is said that he is both civil and military, talented, good-looking, and characterful.

He was born to one of the most favored concubines of the Great Qi Emperor.

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

He went to the battlefield when he was a teenager and made great achievements, known as the god of war of Daqi.

When you go to the battlefield, you treat the enemy as coldly as the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves.

But for the people of Daqi, he has an incomparably benevolent heart.

Approachable, no shelves.

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

It is as big as protecting the family and defending the country, and as small as paving the way for the people to build bridges.

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

He is also the dream lover of the girls who marry in the upper aristocratic circle of the Great Qi 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 hook the corners of her lips, this maid is afraid that she is also Qi Xingyun, a die-hard fan of Yun Wangye.

What is the character of Yun Wangye, she Yang Ruoqing is not interested.

Right now, what she is thinking about is Tang Yanzi's side.

I wonder how they broke through?

She didn't go back, he must be in a hurry.

But in her current situation, this place is in chaos, and there is no way to contact him.

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

Wait for the Yun Wangye, who is said to be the most happy of the clansmen, to find her the antidote.

Licheng.

On the thick and towering walls, the battle flags were shattered by artillery fire.

Stained with the blood of the soldiers, fluttering in the night wind.

On the tower of the city, there were torches planted in it, illuminating this side as if it were day.

The ladder for the siege of the city was still on the city wall.

Red gun carts and catapults were parked outside the city gates.

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

The whole of an assura hell.

Nan Wang Ye was dressed in armor and sat in a wheelchair.

The weather-beaten and resolute face stared at the Black Lotus Sect enemy troops outside the city who had temporarily retreated.

Nan Wangye's face was scorched.

And by his side, the county lord of Bingqing also changed the delicate nature of the golden branches and jade leaves.

He had high hair and was dressed in a military uniform, holding a small sword in his hand.

It's just that the delicate and graceful face in the past looks haggard at the moment, and there are many places on the face that are stained with dust.

She stood beside Nan Wangye, her gaze looking ahead.

In this wave of siege battles that had just been repulsed, the enemy suffered a lot of losses, and his own side paid a heavy price.

"Father, although they did not break through the city gate this time, the city defense has been severely damaged."

Bingqing said with an anxious face: "I'm worried that after they have rectified up, they will attack again, and we will not be able to hold it out." ”

Hearing Bingqing's proclamation and instructions, Nan Wangye also looked solemn.

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

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

He sighed and looked down into the city.

Bingqing's face was also full of anxiety, and her eyebrows were frowned.

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

But at this time, when there is a crisis, asking for help is also far away and the water cannot save the near fire.

The only hope is the garrison on the side of Silk Water Town, but the garrison has long been raided by the Black Lotus Sect.

At the moment when the father and daughter of the southern prince were anxious, outside the city gate, a rapid sound of horses' hooves came from far and near.

"Qing'er, look at who it is?"

Nan Wangye's body leaned forward, and Bingqing also rushed to the edge of the city tower. End of chapter - >