From the time His Highness unfolded the secret letter to the time he ordered him to summon the Xuan Cavalry, it was only half an hour. During this period, His Highness had been standing in the main tent, without taking a step out, and even told him not to make a fuss.
It’s nothing to keep quiet, but even Prime Minister Pei and King Beining were not informed.
The former was a close friend of His Highness, and the latter was an enemy, but the strange atmosphere between His Highness and the King of Beining these days, everyone in the camp had seen it, and Mu Yuanlong naturally noticed it.
Although His Highness was the crown prince, he could go wherever he wanted, and even no one dared to ask more when he turned his horse on the battlefield. But this was so unusual, cautious not to even salute, it was still a bit strange.
Vaguely, thinking of their destination, Mu Yuanlong had some enlightenment.
I’m afraid something big happened in the Imperial City.
Mu Yuanlong had been a deputy general for so many years, and some secrets His Highness did not prevent him, he naturally cannot fail His Highness’s trust, and would only let them rot in his stomach.
In fact, just as Mu Yuanlong guessed, Zong Luo did not inform anyone.
The battle in his previous life was his eternal pain in his heart.
Because he was too eager, he only brought part of the Xuan Cavalry to rush back to the Imperial City. Along the way, he was dusty, traveling day and night, and he was already extremely tired. Under such circumstances, a team of ambushes emerged, not to mention the difference in numbers, the combat power was also greatly reduced.
In the end, it was the brothers of Xuan Cavalry who desperately protected him, and they built a human wall, which allowed Zong Luo to barely break through and rush straight to the foot of the Imperial City.
But in the end, he fell into a self-defeating situation, which was really sorry for the brothers who gave their lives for him.
In this life, even if it was different from the past, after all, he was still worried, this trip’s life and death was still uncertain, and he did not want to let others take risks again.
Perhaps Yu Beizhou also had this mood when he went out for him.
In the night wind, the crown prince in white straddled Zhao Yebai, and looked back at the main tent again.
His pupils were deep, draped in the twilight, and he left without looking back.
From armor to horse, the light riders who were all black like ghosts withdrew from the foot of the Wei Country Imperial City, so fast that they were like thunder and lightning, galloping on the plain at high speed.
They ran at high speed for a whole day and night like this.
When Zhao Yebai was really too tired, looking at the gathering twilight not far away, Zong Luo finally got off the horse tiredly and ordered the Xuan Cavalry to camp on the spot.
This hurried trip, fortunately, everything that should be brought was brought.
But like before, it’s impossible to make a fire and cook, and set up a stove. The package was full of cold food, hastily ate some cakes, fed the horses with forage, and except for the routine patrol cavalry, everyone else laid down in the sleeping bag. Even camping was the simplest kind, even if it was the main general, it was only more than a triangular bracket than others.
A day and a night were too tiring, almost the moment he laid in the sleeping bag and closed his eyes, Zong Luo fell asleep in a daze.
He didn’t know how long it had been.
Maybe it’s an hour, maybe it’s midnight, and it suddenly started to rain outside.
The rain was not big, but it was extremely cold when it fell on the body in autumn, which was very uncomfortable.
In the dark night sky, a horse came galloping with wet rain all over its body.
After seeing the stationed camp, the cavalry at the entrance had no time to stop them, and saw the figure threw the whip in his hand and dismounted.
There was suddenly another person’s breath and warmth in the warm tent. Even if Zong Luo was sleeping deeply, he couldn’t be unaware.
He opened his eyes from his sleep, his face was drowsy, and still feeling a little guilty. “How are you–”
Before the words were finished, a cold kiss took away his breath.
This kiss was fierce, carrying a body of dust and the smell of mud and rainwater, pressing the crown prince in white to the end of the sleeping bag, and had to be forced to raise his head to bear it.
Even though it was a stormy and extremely violent kiss, Zong Luo rarely made a sound, and the hand gathered at his side was soothingly circled, indulging this angry abuser.
After the kiss, the young man in red opened his mouth with a smile. “This Junior brother didn’t even know, just checking the military affairs, Senior brother could turn into a butterfly, fly away and disappear.”
Yu Beizhou had been in Zong Luo’s military tent for a few days, and today he just returned to his own tent. The follow-up still needed to be checked. When he finally dealt with everything and wanted to go back to the main tent to have a few moments with his fragrant and soft senior brother, as a result, he only saw the scene of the person leaving the tea to go cold.
(t/n: People often use the idiom “when people leave, the tea will be cool” to describe the coldness of the world and the indifference to human feelings.)
From the appearance of the ugly goshawk and the mouth of the garrison soldiers, Yu Beizhou almost got the course.
He almost laughed out of anger.
It was such an important matter, it was okay for Zong Luo not to take him with him, but he only left a letter, and he didn’t even inform him personally.
“Senior brother is so indifferent. Leaving without a word, not a salute, this Junior brother didn’t even have the right to be informed.”
With anger in his head, Yu Beizhou curled his lips mockingly, and his words inevitably carried a thorn. “At the beginning in the Ghost Valley, Senior brother should be locked up, so that he can’t get out of bed, it’s always better than letting this Junior brother go to the Imperial City to collect the body.”
