The daughter of the emperor was reborn and was spoiled by the sickly prince.

The officers escorting people seemed to be accustomed to seeing a person missing.

After counting the number of people, he just cursed and spat, did not ask where the people had gone, and continued to urge the team to move forward.

After Liao Qinglan sprained her foot, she no longer complained of being tired like she did in the past few days.

She gritted her teeth, limped with each step, and insisted on walking.

Seeing how difficult it was for her, Gu Mingzhao offered to carry her on his back, but was gently pushed away by Liao Qinglan.

"I said I would keep fit, starting from the road I'm taking today!" Liao Qinglan said.

Finally, the officers could no longer bear their increasingly slow pace and made some room in the carriage transporting goods so that the three of them could ride.

The carriage bumped along, carrying them through layers of mountains and forests until they reached a hidden place.

Five days later, the carriage stopped in a valley.

The officers suddenly took out black cloth and ordered everyone to blindfold themselves.

Liao Qinglan secretly glanced at Gu Mingzhao, and they both nodded slightly.

——We should be very close to our destination.

With Qing Feng guarding in secret, the two of them didn't need to worry about getting lost.

They obediently covered their eyes and let the carriage carry them forward.

The sound of the rolling wheels echoed in the quiet air, seeming particularly abrupt.

Soon, the carriage stopped and the officers ordered them to take off the cloth strips.

The view in front of me suddenly opened up, and a towering military camp came into view.

This military camp was built on the mountain, and it is large in scale and majestic.

The tents are neatly arranged, like chess pieces on a chessboard, in perfect order.

The flags fluttered in the wind, embroidered with majestic tiger patterns, demonstrating the military power.

From afar came the slogans of soldiers training, their armors shining, their spears like a forest, exuding a fierce murderous aura.

On the lookout, soldiers were vigilantly observing the surroundings to ensure the safety of the camp.

The officers looked relaxed, as if they were back home, and greeted the guards on the watchtower.

The guard confirmed the identity of the visitors and quickly let them in.

After entering the majestic mountain gate, everyone stopped at the door for a moment, feeling uneasy.

A moment later, a soldier in armor rode up on horseback and looked down at the newly arrived soldiers.

His gaze was so sharp that the beggars did not dare to look him in the face and lowered their heads.

"How do things work in Jizhou? These people are clearly beggars. Could it be that Xue San is just filling in the numbers to fool me?"

The officer at the side hurriedly stepped forward and said with an apologetic smile: "General Wu, you really misunderstood! How could Mr. Xue fool you? It's just that we are all exhausted after a long journey, so we look a little embarrassed."

General Wu frowned and said disdainfully, "For the sake of a few petty profits, Xue San had the guts to secretly help the soldiers in the camp deliver letters without telling you. If he really dares to use beggars to make up the numbers, I wouldn't be surprised."

When the officer heard this, he trembled in his heart and lowered his head without saying a word.

General Wu hesitated for a moment, and then glanced at the crowd. Seeing that they were dressed in rags, most of them were young and strong, he said, "Well, I'll take you in for now. But you all have to remember that we don't support idle people here. You have to have real talents and knowledge to gain a foothold here."

The officer breathed a sigh of relief and turned to say to everyone, "This is your future home. This is General Wu Mo. You must obey General Wu's orders in all matters from now on! If you can establish achievements here, you will surely enjoy endless wealth and glory in the future!"

Upon hearing this, everyone saluted to General Wu Mo.

Boss Chen stepped forward, smiling broadly, "General Wu, my name is Chen Aniu, and I am the leader of this group of people. I am different from them. Before I set out, Lord Guo Kun promised me that he would give me the title of centurion."

General Wu Mo glanced at him and sneered, "Guo Kun? He is just a small character to me. His words have no weight to me."

After that, General Wu Mo cleared his throat and announced loudly: "In our army, we rely on real skills. As long as you train hard, you will naturally stand out. Go back and rest today. Three days later, there will be a competition in the martial arts arena to select centurions and corporals!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone started talking about it.

In particular, some people who were unwilling to be oppressed by Boss Chen on a daily basis, immediately became full of energy and tried their best to hold their heads high and surpass Boss Chen.

After the crowd dispersed, Liao Qinglan supported the weak Gu Mingzhao and walked unsteadily to General Wu Mo.

She pleaded, "General Wu, my brother has been poisoned. Lord Guo once promised that as long as we arrive here alive, he will send a doctor to treat him. I wonder if the general can arrange it as soon as possible?"

Wu Mo sneered: "Does Guo Kun think this place is a refugee camp?"

Just as he was about to drive them away, he suddenly saw the sword hanging from Gu Mingzhao's waist.

The biting coldness of the thousand-year-old sword attracted his attention.

This sword is extraordinary, and its owner must also be extraordinary.

"What are your names?" Wu Mo asked.

"My name is Liao Wei, and my brother's name is Long Yin."

"Long Yin..." Wu Mo memorized the name and the appearance of the sword in his mind, planning to check it out after returning. "Since Guo Kun has agreed to your request, go back and rest first. I will ask the military doctor to check it out later."

Liao Qinglan was filled with gratitude and thanked him repeatedly.

Then she was taken to the recruit camp along with the others.

Wu Mo really kept his promise, and a military doctor came soon after.

The military doctor’s surname is Zhou, and he is a man in his fifties.

Doctor Zhou put his hand on Gu Mingzhao's wrist and carefully felt his pulse. However, where his fingertips reached, there was silence, as if it had sunk into a bottomless abyss. This made him look surprised and suspicious.

Liao Qinglan watched the military doctor's expression change again and again and smiled secretly.

She pressed several acupuncture points on Gu Mingzhao, making his pulse chaotic and unpredictable, making it difficult for ordinary doctors to detect the truth.

Seeing that the military doctor hadn't spoken for a long time, Liao Qinglan stepped forward and guided him, "Sir Zhou, my brother was previously poisoned by the Seven-Star Begonia poison of the Tang Clan in Shuzhong. Do you have a way to cure him?"

The military doctor was shocked.

The poison of the Seven-Star Begonia is one of the most poisonous in the world!

Once an ordinary person is poisoned, he will die in an instant.

It is incredible that this person has been able to hold on until now and even traveled from Jizhou to the capital.

The military doctor hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "I will give him an acupuncture first to see if I can force the poison out of his body."

After saying that, the military doctor took out a silver needle, concentrated and held his breath, and slowly inserted it into Gu Mingzhao's body.

The silver needle entered the body, and each insertion was accompanied by the military doctor's deep breath.

After about ten needles were inserted, Gu Mingzhao suddenly coughed violently and a mouthful of black blood spurted out, staining the front of his shirt red.

As he spat out the black blood, Gu Mingzhao's originally weak and blurred eyes gradually regained clarity, and his dark pupils were full of spirit.

He struggled to sit up and bowed deeply to the military doctor: "Thank you for saving my life, sir."

Seeing this, Liao Qinglan was so excited that tears welled up in her eyes. She thanked the military doctor repeatedly: "Thank you very much, sir! Thank you very much, sir!"

The military doctor showed a smug smile on his face as he listened to their thanks.

He returned to his room, still in disbelief.

"I can actually cure the poison of the Seven-Star Begonia. I'm so awesome!" Doctor Zhou muttered to himself.

At this moment, he seemed to be standing at the pinnacle of medicine, looking down at all living beings.