The nobles and commoners of the family had not yet come out of the surprise of the sudden declaration of war, but several generals had already made sufficient preparations and could set off immediately.

And He Qianwei also got her wish and was appointed as the military advisor accompanying her in this battle.

Among them, some people naturally look down on He Qianwei, who is a woman, and set off another public opinion in a hurry, but unfortunately the emperor did not plan to open a holy hearing in this matter, so he didn't pay attention to it at all.

Not to mention He Qianwei, she only thought that she was both deaf and elegant, and she had no intention of reacting.

The ability to march and fight can only be revealed on the battlefield, and now that she can use her power to oppress people, she is naturally too lazy to speak in vain - the weak will speculate on what others think.

Anyway, she stayed comfortably in the Yaoguang Palace, and no one could make trouble in front of her, so why bother.

He Qianwei calmed down her mentality, and urged the palace people to pack up early, looking forward to it every day.

In the anticipatory waiting, time passed like water, and soon it was time to set off.

On the day of departure, the continuous rain seemed to read the fiery hearts of countless people, and they retreated for the time being, letting the sun tremble and rise out of their heads, illuminating the sky and the earth at a glance.

The emperor had instructed the prince countless times in advance, and at this time he did not say more, but stood on the city wall, looking down at the soldiers and horses below.

Tang Zhengde waited aside, cautiously looked at the expression of the Son of Heaven, and said thoughtfully: "It has been raining a few days ago, but now it has suddenly turned sunny, in the eyes of the slave maid, this is a real auspicious omen from heaven."

The Emperor shook his head, but there was a smile on his face.

"It is up to man to do things, and so it should be done." He said, "I've been preparing for so many years, and it should be smooth."

Moreover, the prince and the little girl of the He family are well-intentioned, which is an indisputable auspicious omen.

After speaking, Xiao Zaiyang had already officially said goodbye to the city wall, turned over and got on his horse, raised his hand and waved it down, and said in a deep voice: "All the soldiers—"

The army that was ready to go erupted in a sonorous and powerful response, and He Qianwei, who had already mounted his horse, grabbed the reins and turned around and raised his lips and smiled, also with the boldness of righteousness.

"Let's go!"

He said.

With this order, countless soldiers tacitly took a unified step, and together with the iron hoof, they set off a storm and dust, swept away with high fighting spirit, and rushed to Wancheng far in the north.

The march is mostly boring, and so is this one.

What's more, because it was a rapid march, He Qianwei didn't enjoy any preferential treatment at all, but rode a horse all day long with other soldiers, and his face was painful by the oncoming cold wind.

She herself was stubborn, refused all night, and carried it silently for a long time, but was soon covered by the curtain of His Royal Highness the Prince.

「…… Your Highness?"

He Qianwei, who took advantage of the rest to catch her breath, was full of question marks, raised her hand and lifted her hat and skirt to look at Xiao Zaiyang, her black eyes were full of confusion.

What to do for me? How can anyone march with a curtain away?

There were a lot of questions in her heart, but she didn't have time to say any of them, and she saw Xiao Zaiyang unhurriedly put on the curtain away.

He Qianwei choked for a moment.

She looked up again, and saw that several soldiers were holding a bunch of curtains, which were being distributed to the others one by one.

Xiao Zaiyang coughed: "The curtain was introduced from the Huqiang people, and it was originally used to shelter the wind and sand."

"Now that the army is marching in a hurry, some people are inevitably blinded by the wind and sand, and they are accidentally injured or even left behind, so it is also appropriate to turn this scene out and put it on."

That's right...... I stumbled upon something new.

Although the capital is biased to the north in the Daqi region, it is far away from the yellow sand, and naturally there is no need to stop the wind from the curtain, but according to local conditions, the girls who have not come out of the pavilion have put on the curtain, covering their faces tightly, and they can't easily let the foreign man look at it.

- In fact, He Qianwei has always felt that this behavior is too much.

Daqi is not the previous dynasty, Xing women bind their feet, and the door does not go out of the second door, why is this...... But there are always some noble girls who have a special identity and are unwilling to lose face, and she can't meddle in her affairs, she can only be strict with herself, and she doesn't look at the curtain.

Today, He Qianwei heard the origin of the curtain for the first time, and it was still a little novel.

She withdrew her hand and put down her hat and skirt, tilted her head slightly, and smiled, "Your Highness still knows this? Even people like me, who have lived in Wancheng since I was a child and live next to Huqiang, think that the curtain is used to hide their faces."

Xiao Zaiyang was quite helpless about this praise of the naughty smile, but he still followed her words.

"At that time, you were still a child, where would you pay attention to the role of the curtain separation." After thinking about it, Xiao Zaiyang said again, "I didn't know about it originally, and I even worried for a long time about the wind sofa I encountered when I was in a hurry, or Ji Xiu's suggestion first."

It's good that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince didn't say it, but when he said it, He Qianwei remembered Ji Xiu, who hadn't been up for a few days before leaving, so she couldn't hold back at the moment, and leaned closer to the other party and whispered, "Isn't Ji Xiu coming with me this time?" It seems like I haven't seen him in a long time."

He Qianwei guessed that Ji Xiu was not just a powerless chamberlain in the palace, and originally thought that he would also accompany him, but he didn't see anyone for a long time, which was inevitably a little strange.

No, His Royal Highness has come out, and Ji Xiu should follow closely.

You must know that Ji Xiu was the confidant of the former queen, and he had served the prince for 20 years, so there was no reason why he would take the initiative to separate from the prince.

Xiao Zaiyang shook his head.

"Ji Xiu is indeed not old, and if necessary, he can also put on armor and go into battle, even no worse than the general who went out this time." As he spoke, he turned to look north, his tone unpredictable, "But someone else has to suppress it."

"He's always going to meet us in the future, anyway, so why rush it."

He Qianwei said "oh" and didn't continue to ask, but Xiao Zaiyang lowered his voice and explained.

"An Lehou has been operating in the court for ten years, and he has broken bones and tendons with the forces under his hands. Now that my father is suddenly in trouble, although Gu Ziqiu himself is now in ambush, he still has a lot of tails that need to be cleaned up."

"Among them, the line related to the Xiongnu, Ji Xiu is the most suitable person to follow."

The Huns who contacted Gu Ziqiu inevitably had to be related to Wancheng.

At present, Daqi has declared war on the Huns, Xiao Zaiyang is the crown prince and his father, and Ji Xiu, the chief eunuch of the East Palace, who was originally aiming at Wancheng, is responsible for the smooth vine and melon, which is very suitable.

After all, they have the same destination, Ji Xiu checked and checked, and most of them had to bring the news all the way to Wancheng.

He Qianwei nodded slightly, and the two tacitly stopped talking and rested in place for a while.

When the sun was at its strongest, and the army had just settled lunch, Xiao Zaiyang got on his horse again and ordered the march.

He Qianwei was still in the closest place to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, and she could even find time to say a few words to the other party.

"Always riding a horse is prone to bruises, remember to rub the jade mark paste several times a day."

"I remember Your Highness, and I haven't forgotten it once." He Qianwei defended herself, "Even if I forgot, Feijing will remind me."

Among the reinforcements from the capital this time, there are also several all-female teams, and Feijing is the commander of one of them, usually following his soldiers conscientiously, but when he is resting, he will run to find his own lady.

After so many days, He Qianwei and Feijing talked back and forth about the upcoming battle of Wancheng for dozens of rounds.

Hearing this, Xiao Zaiyang seemed to laugh, and the tail note gradually disappeared in the wind, He Qianwei didn't hear anything clearly in a trance, and asked again but couldn't get an answer.

She bit her lip angrily.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was still stiff-mouthed and didn't say anything.

- After all, you can't tell He Qianwei directly, I can also remind you, and even help you take medicine.

Starting from the capital, the army marched all the way, and finally approached Wancheng before late autumn.

As the distance from Wancheng got closer and closer, He Qianwei became more and more silent, and the number of distractions in the daily day obviously increased.

She didn't actually remember what Wancheng was supposed to be like.

The clearest memories are the yellow sand in the sky and the spirit flags fluttering in the wind, and she is still a young girl, who is protected from ignorance in the huge mansion.

Later, she went to the capital thousands of miles away, but it seemed that she had never left

Go.

He Qianwei always felt that she had left something in Wancheng.

It wasn't until now, nearly a decade later, that she finally had the opportunity to return to her homeland to find what she had lost.

She's a little homesick.

Xiao Zaiyang saw it in his eyes, but let it go silently for a few days, until the city wall of Wancheng, which had been battered by vicissitudes and survived the smoke and war, appeared in front of him.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince stood on his horse and quietly looked at the city wall.

The current heralds have already reported the news, and the defenders of Wancheng are naturally overjoyed to see this batch of reinforcements, but they still did not directly open the city gate, but raised the flag.

At that moment, some soldiers responded in order, and the two sides confirmed each other's identities, which eliminated their vigilance.

The heavy city gate slowly opened to both sides, and several generals looked excited, but they still remembered it in their hearts, and they still waited silently in place.

Xiao Zaiyang didn't pay much attention to the movement at the city gate, and turned his head to look at He Qianwei.

She was still wearing the curtain he had given earlier, and her face was tightly blocked by her hat and skirt, and she couldn't see anything.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince lowered his eyes and looked at He Qianwei's hand holding the reins.

No matter how much He Qianwei tried her best to maintain the wind and clouds on the surface, she unconsciously used a lot of strength in her hands, faintly highlighting a few green tendons.

Xiao Zaiyang sighed imperceptibly.

Standing at the front with the two of them, the people behind them couldn't see it, and the front couldn't see clearly, Xiao Zaiyang stretched out his hand and slowly held He Qianwei.

He patiently rubbed the back of He Qianwei's hand, rescued the reins from the predicament, and stretched out her arms with her.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince looked serious, and found the right opportunity, allowing his five fingers to enter along the gap between the other party's fingertips, and shook his ten fingers.

"I'm here." He whispered.

"I'm not leaving. Whatever happens, I'll face it with you."

"Together—beat the Huns to pieces, and drive them back to their palaces."

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