Zuo Xingyan slowly opened his eyes, but the vision in front of him was still blurry, and he could only see a piece of green, endless green.

A sharp pain in her head wrinkled her forehead slightly.

Everything seemed so quiet, only the occasional chirping of insects and birds broke the silence.

She tried to sit up, the pain seemed like a sharp knife cutting through her body, and she endured the pain as she fumbled to take out a bottle of spiritual spring water from her bosom.

She took a few sips and felt the pain in her body ease a little.

"Northern Cold ......." Her voice was faint, but full of longing and worry for him.

They were separated in the melee of the rainy night, and she didn't know how he was now, let alone if their rebels had found them.

Thinking of this, she was even more heartbroken.

Zuo Xingyan began to search along the rubble piles and broken trees, and although the bad weather had covered up many traces, she still vaguely saw some traces of broken branches and unknown objects.

She held the dagger in her hand tightly and looked around vigilantly, looking for Jing Beihan's traces.

On a slope, she saw a black shadow.

When I got closer, it was Jing Beihan.

He lay there, his body soaked with rain, his face pale as paper, and he knew at a glance that his injuries were serious. Seeing this scene, Zuo Xingyan's heart instantly tensed.

She walked briskly, took out her battle robe and covered him, then took out the medicine bottle and began to wash his wounds.

Jing Beihan's forehead was already soaked with cold sweat, and his pain made him clench his teeth.

Zuo Xingyan's eyes were full of determination and anxiety, she carefully handled his wounds, looked at his face from time to time, and silently prayed in her heart, hoping that he would be able to survive.

After she had cleaned the wound, she began to apply the medicine, then tore it into long strips of her own clothes and bandaged him.

All this was done very carefully, for fear of hurting him.

In this process, Jing Beihan kept holding her hand tightly, and that trust and dependence made Zuo Xingyan's heart sour.

After all this was done, she sat beside him and watched him silently.

Jing Beihan's breathing had stabilized, and although he was still pale, he looked much better.

Looking at him, Zuo Xingyan's heart was full of guilt and worry, and she decided that no matter what, she would let him return to the army safely.

On the other hand, the rebel army was in chaos because of the disappearance of Zuo Xingyan and Jing Beihan.

"How can we fight without them?" A soldier asked in a low voice.

"I don't know, but I do know that if we leave, those court dogs will be in hot pursuit." The other soldier replied with a frown.

In the center of the camp, several generals were arguing over the matter.

Originally, they were officers and soldiers in Quanzhou, and they had a strong hometown complex, hoping to find Jing Beihan and Zuo Xingyan.

And those who came in, they were more realistic, felt that there was no chance of victory, and advocated disbanding on the spot.

"We should go to them! They may still be alive! A voice shouted in desperation.

"Looking for them? We can't even protect ourselves, and we are still looking for them? Another mocking voice responded.

Just when the argument reached its climax, someone suddenly ran in and shouted, "Jing Yannian is back!" He said he saw them! ”

The news was thrown into a pond like a stone, and it instantly caused an uproar.

Jing Yannian, the boy who has been silently supporting Jing Beihan and always following him, has now become the focus of everyone's attention.

He stood in the middle of the camp with a firm expression and a loud voice: "I saw them. They are alive, just injured. The most important thing now is to find them and bring them back! ”

Jing Yannian's words gave some soldiers confidence, and they decided to continue to look for Jing Beihan and Zuo Xingyan to keep this hope.

Other soldiers remained skeptical, believing that the trip was dangerous and almost murderous.

However, when Jing Yannian decided to lead the soldiers who were willing to go, to everyone's surprise, a figure stood up, it was a general who had originally advocated disbandment.

He walked up to Jing Yannian, hugged his fists and said, "I am willing to go along." If we can find General Jing, maybe we still have a chance to live. ”

His words made a subtle change in the atmosphere in the camp. Some of the soldiers who originally planned to leave also began to hesitate, and some even decided to follow Jing Yannian.

So, on a stormy night, a group of men and horses left the camp.

Jing Yannian actually didn't know if Jing Beihan and Zuo Xingyan were safe, and everything he just said was just his delaying tactic. Brother Han and his sister-in-law are not here now, and the rebel army cannot be dispersed, otherwise their previous efforts will all be in vain.

The rebels searched in the dense forest day and night, but they did not find any of them.

In desperation, they could only rest for a while, preparing to wait for the rain to stop before continuing to search for their whereabouts.

Injured and drenched in the rain, Jing Beihan was suffering from a high fever.

Zuo Xingyan dragged him and finally found a cave where he could shelter from the rain.

Silent nights, dark caves, the air is filled with the smell of moist soil and weeds.

The sickness made Jing Beihan's breathing rapid and low, and his hand grabbed Zuo Xingyan's sleeve, nervous and firm.

Her eyes were full of worry and determination, like a burning flame flickering in the darkness.

Zuo Xingyan sat at the entrance of the cave, took off Jing Beihan's combat boots, and then carefully lifted his armor, only to see that those deep wounds were oozing blood.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then took out the spiritual spring water and carefully cleaned his wound.

The light of the bright moon shone a soft halo on them, and the cold wind passed through the cave, blowing the corners of her clothes.

Zuo Xingyan took out the modern antipyretic medicine from the space again, and put the pills into Jing Beihan's mouth one by one.

The bitter taste of the pills mixed with the sweetness of the spiritual spring water, Jing Beihan frowned slightly, but he did not refuse.

Under the ancient moonlight, Zuo Xingyan's actions seemed to turn into gentle rituals, and she waited beside Jing Beihan, which was in awe of life and anticipation for the future.

On the second day, the weather finally cleared, and the rebels intensified their search.

In this battle, only Jing Yannian followed Jing Beihan and Zuo Xingyan, and the others guarded Quanzhou and Jingzhou, the cities they had already captured.

This made Jing Yannian extremely anxious in his heart, but in order to stabilize the army's heart, he couldn't envy half a point, so he could only pretend to ignore it and search for the two step by step.

Kyoto, far to the north, also received news that the rebel army was leaderless at this time.

"This palace knows that this group of straw bales will not succeed." The prince smiled excitedly, his eyes fixed on the battle report.