At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

"I have heard of his name for a long time. Pei Tongshu's character is known far and wide. He is a worthy role model for scholars..."

Xie Yuheng couldn't hear anything else that was said.

The Pei family was confiscated and exiled by Chu Tianchen.

The men were exiled to Youzhou, and the women became military prostitutes in Yizhou.

Chu Heng searched for many years but only found his uncle Pei Ji. He found nothing about the female relatives. Did they go to Wusun?

Xie Yuheng was very conflicted and wished he could go to the Wusun royal court right away.

She took Su Rina's hand and walked out.

As soon as I walked out the door, I saw a fast horse stopped at the gate of the posthouse.

As soon as the man on the horse dismounted, the horse fell to the ground and convulsed, obviously not far from death.

"Express military news from the front line 800 miles away, please come quickly——"

As soon as these words were spoken, a postman in the post house immediately dropped the wooden basin in his hand and quickly moved the horse out of the stable near the door.

At the same time, the person who was shouting also tied the bag on his body to him.

In a moment, the newlyweds and their horses whipped off and soon disappeared.

If the fallen horse had not been still twitching and the officer lying on the ground breathing tiredly, I'm afraid he would have thought it was just a trance and had heard it wrong.

Xie Yuheng looked at the officer and asked, "Is this the military report from Yumen Pass?"

The officer was slightly startled when he heard this, "My Lord, I am a postman from Biao's City."

"I don't know where the military report came from, but I think it should be from Yumen Pass."

Xie Yuheng's heart sank. Now the Yizhou army was trapped in Linqiang. If Wusun sent troops at this time...

There are only 200,000 troops on the Liangzhou front line. How can we win?

Su Rina raised her eyes and looked at Xie Yuheng.

Just now, this Marquis of Daliang was very excited and seemed ready to help his father...

She called out, "Marquis Jiangling?"

Xie Yuheng lowered his eyes, met his expectant gaze, raised his hand and gently covered his eyes.

"I have military duties to attend to, so I will send someone to escort the princess to the capital of Daliang."

Su Rina's eyelashes trembled slightly, leaving waves of itchiness on Xie Yuheng's palm, which soon turned into wetness.

Xie Yuheng looked forward and said calmly: "If the Western Xian King passes away, you will be the queen of the Western Xianbei."

"As a ruler, you should not cry in front of others, otherwise outsiders and your subjects will bully you."

The officer lying on the ground was stunned and hesitated to speak.

I just felt that Marquis Jiangling was really a young boy who didn't know how to be tactful.

This little girl looks only about ten years old. What she needs is comfort, not such dry and pedantic teachings...

No matter what Su Rina needed, Xie Yuheng entrusted her to the prefect of Zhangye County and set off again with his army.

This time we were on the road again, and there was no rest except when the horses were resting.

However, along the way, war horses often died and fell down.

Soldiers without horses had to walk to the next town to buy horses before continuing on their journey.

Finally, on the evening of April 6th, Xie Yuheng led more than 9,000 soldiers covered in dust and sand into the Yumen Pass City.

As soon as he entered the military camp, Chu Chen frowned fiercely, "General Zhao was assassinated? No wonder Yuheng said that day that he saw an urgent messenger who came from 800 miles away."

"So what's the situation now? Is it serious?"

The deputy general of the army led Chu Chen and Xie Yuheng deeper into the military camp.

He said, "The general is not in danger of death, but he is old and his wounds are healing slowly. He is still bedridden and unable to move."

"Alas." The deputy general sighed and continued, "The military doctor said that he will have to lie down for at least a month."

Chu Chen asked: "Since your life is not in danger, why do you need to lie down for a month? Did you injure your legs?"

The deputy general's expression suddenly became strange, "Not really... You will know when the prince arrives..."

Following the sunset glow, the group continued to move forward, with soldiers occasionally stopping to greet them.

In the Chinese military tent.

Zhao Zheng, who is nearly sixty years old, lies face down with his head resting on his hands.

Behind him, there was a deep bloodstain from the lower back to the right thigh.

Perhaps because the wound was so deep, not only was there no sign of scarring, but blood was even oozing out.

The old man seemed to have just woken up, with some confusion remaining in his eyes.

But when the personal guards told him the news that Prince Rui and Marquis Jiangling had entered the camp.

Zhao Zheng was surprised and said, "What?! Why didn't you wake me up earlier?"

As he spoke, he subconsciously supported himself on the bed with his hands and tried to get up.

But after a breath, he fell back in pain, gasped, and it took him a long time to recover.

The guard quickly put the military newspaper aside and went to the washstand to wash his hands.

Then he took a clean cloth and wiped away the cold sweat on Zhao Zheng's face and body.

The old man's right leg was shaking due to excessive pain.

The guard's eyes became hot, and he choked up and said, "General, since the death of the commander of Huaiyuan Camp, we have been stationed at the border. Even if we have no merits, we have worked hard."

"Besides, the general is seriously injured now. If King Rui and Marquis Jiangling feel resentful because the general did not come to greet them..."

Listening to the guards' increasingly outrageous words, Zhao Zheng endured the pain and squeezed out a voice through his teeth, "What the hell is going on!"

"After all, I am Mingcheng's master and have taught him many military tactics."

"Besides, I am an old friend of Si Jinzhou, and I can barely be considered half of Jiangling Marquis's elder. How can you be in this state in front of a junior?"

What image? It is an image without any clothes...

The guard paused as he wiped the sweat off his face. "But the military doctor said that General, your wound cannot be exposed to heat. You must not let the sweat flow into the affected area!"

Although it is early summer now, the border area has little rain and is dry, so it is hotter than other places.

As soon as the guard finished speaking, he heard the soldiers outside greeting him, "Greetings to Prince Rui, Marquis Jiangling..."

Zhao Zheng reluctantly turned his head, glared at his guards, and said in a low voice, "What are you still standing there for? Go find me a thin cloth to cover it!"

The guard pursed his lips, stood up and frantically looked for some thin cloth.

At the same time, outside the tent, Xie Yuheng's finger bones on the side of his body curled up slightly. He took a step forward and stretched out his hand to stop the deputy general who was about to enter the tent.

She said softly, "The scenery outside is nice. I have never been to a frontier fortress before. How about you, the deputy general, accompany me to take a look?"

The deputy general paused, turned around, and looked at Xie Yuheng as if he were a fool.

"Here we are...there are yellow sand and dirt lumps everywhere. There is nothing to see."

He sighed in his heart, His Majesty is really good at sending people. He sent such a nerd. What a...why not eat meat paste!

As they were talking, someone came out from inside the tent. The guard looked at Xie Yuheng deeply and gestured for him to come in.

"General, please come in."

As soon as I stepped into the tent, the smell of blood mixed with a strong smell of medicine hit my nose.

It was a little dark in the tent, except for a candlestick on the low table beside the bed.

The old man on the bed was covered with a green cloth, trying hard to maintain the last bit of dignity as an elder and a commander.

After Zhao Zheng greeted King Rui, he looked at Xie Yuheng lovingly and looked him over carefully.

"Long time no see, little one."

His tone was extremely emotional, full of nostalgia for the past years.

Thinking carefully, Zhao Zheng had not seen Xie Yuheng since she went north to Beijing to take part in the imperial examination.