Frost for a Thousand Years

Chapter 73 Arrival at the Most Dangerous City of Northern Liang—Shuofeng (Please continue reading!)

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!
Luo Ting opened his eyes groggily and saw the hanging beam above his head.

He slowly raised his hand and rubbed his temples. Suddenly, he felt a tearing pain.

Only then did he realize that his hand had been cut badly while trying to seize the sword.

With great effort, he finally managed to sit up.

Then you see a dozen soldiers lying haphazardly on the floor in the main hall, some sitting back to back, others lying down.

This scene enraged him, and he slammed his fist on the iron table.

But the next moment, a mask of pain was revealed.

Forgot about the wound...

The loud bang startled everyone awake.

When the centurion saw that Luo Ting had woken up, he rushed over to help him up: "General, are you alright?"

"It's alright." Frowning in pain, Luo Ting looked at the group and asked, "What are you doing here?"

The centurion hurriedly replied, "His Highness the Sixth Prince has taken control of the city's army and transported the supplies outside the city. The prefectural government has also been sealed off by the army, and we are not allowed to leave here until dawn."

"Still blockade? You idiot, go check if there's anyone left at the gate!" Luo Ting was so angry that his wound started to hurt.

A soldier ran out and went to the door to observe. He saw only one soldier leaning against the door asleep. He quickly ran back and stammered, "General... there's only one person on guard at the door."

The others were also stunned.

One person kept them trapped all night?

No, even without that person, they wouldn't dare leave.

The Sixth Prince's idea of ​​survival is to stay here and not go anywhere. At a time like this, anyone who dares to knock on a door will be chopped into mincemeat. Nobody dares to gamble on that.

"I'm afraid that now, all that's left in Langya are just a few soldiers like you."

Luo Ting struggled to his feet.

The general manager beside him closely supported him.

And so, he walked out, trembling.

At the entrance of the prefectural government building, the sky was already beginning to brighten.

The air was slightly damp, as if it were the start of a day's work.

As more and more people gathered at the entrance, a soldier who had been guarding the area nearby quickly ran over.

His orders from the Sixth Prince were to wait until General Luo awoke before reporting everything to him.

"General."

After the salute, the soldier said, "His Highness the Sixth Prince has transported most of the city's supplies out, but because there aren't enough ships, about half of the grain and a small amount of military equipment are still outside. He wants you to return the military supplies to the warehouse after you wake up..."

"Does he even need to say that!"

Luo Ting is in a terrible mood right now. He originally intended to treat people sincerely, but after being tricked like this, he has completely turned from a fan of Wei Wusheng to a hater.

With mixed emotions, he could only try to salvage the situation by saying, "Mobilize all the people in the city to quickly transport the supplies back into the city, then close the city gates tightly, send light cavalry to request the nearby garrison to send troops to temporarily garrison the city, and be on high alert all day long before sending troops to Yongcheng."

After saying this, Luo Ting raised his hand again: "Bring me paper and pen. I need an urgent message to Prince Sheng'an... and that Song Shi'an! And another woman."

Although all we know is that the Sixth Prince brought a county magistrate, is there any need to even think about it?
The Sixth Prince only brought a county magistrate with him.

Isn't that the story of "a scholar who became a marquis of ten thousand households"?

That brat has gone mad from writing poetry; he's come to my Northern Liang to rebel!
"besides."

Luo Ting had many things to do, and each of these things was quite urgent and of equal priority.

"General?" asked the centurion beside him, who seemed to want to say something but hesitated.

"You take a small boat, fly my military flag, and go to Shuofeng," Luo Ting said.

"..." General Bai asked somewhat uneasily, "Are we going to ask the Sixth Prince to return the supplies?"

"How can you possibly vomit up what you've already eaten?"

Closing his eyes, Luo Ting let out a long sigh and said helplessly, "After transporting the supplies, let His Highness release the navy. The navy guarding the city is useless, but if it falls into Ji Yuan's hands, it will be troublesome."

.........

On the lead ship of the transport fleet, Xin Yue, leaning against the hull, sat on a wooden plank, hugging her knees with her hands and looking down, her gloom almost turning her into a vengeful spirit.

Seeing her like this, Song Shi'an felt sorry for her and handed her a steamed bun as hard as a brick.

After taking it, Xin Yue kept her head down and slowly gnawed on it with a blank expression.

Across from her, Song Shi'an slowly sat down and then comforted her, "So much happened last night, so fast. The kidnapping of Luo Ting to seize power, the escape, the journey, the incitement of the Imperial Guards—basically every single thing was a matter of life and death. You had to be on high alert the whole time, not daring to relax for a moment. Even after it was over, you couldn't help but think that you still had to fight someone else, so you just came with me along the way. This has nothing to do with loyalty, betrayal, N… rebellion, and all that."

She was terrified of this. Once on the ship, she remained in this state of inner turmoil and unease throughout.

As His Highness's personal guard, he instinctively followed Song Shi'an...

"Your Highness wouldn't think that way."

Xin Yue didn't even look up, staring at the steamed bun in her hand, and said coldly.

Seeing this, Song Shi'an comforted him, "His Highness is a very magnanimous person and will not hold a grudge."

Xin Yue finally raised her head, looked at him, and said calmly, "You found a bodyguard, trained him for many years, spent a lot of money, and treated him with high-ranking positions and generous salaries. One day, you lent him to someone else for half a day, and when you met him again, he got into someone else's carriage without even thinking about it."

"This definitely won't work..."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Shi'an slowly covered his mouth with his palm, took a deep breath, touched his chin from head to toe, lowered his head, and fell into deep thought: "This, this is difficult."

He completely understood Xinyue's feelings.

When Song Shi'an watched Naruto before, he felt that the Root's ninja training mechanism was a bit too harsh, even outrageous.

But it was only in ancient times that people realized this was the norm.

Xin Yue's actions are an undeniable betrayal.

However, Song Shi'an seemed to understand her 'instinct' at that moment.

In his view, Wei Wusheng was a passionate but immature prince who, despite having many ideas, was still quite naive.

And Xin Yue seems to have been created for such moments.

Therefore, the exciting experience last night kept her heart still in sync with her own.

They didn't even realize it was over.

This girl is mysterious.

"You go to sleep, we'll take turns on duty."

A predicament with no solution is a waste of time no matter how much you think about it. Xin Yue shook her head, deciding to stop wasting her energy on internal conflict. Or rather, she decided to stop wasting her time on internal conflict.

"Okay, but don't do anything rash like that and try to commit suicide."

After giving this instruction, Song Shi'an lay down on the board and fell asleep immediately.

The ship hasn't reached Shuofeng yet, so these soldiers have to keep an eye on things. Otherwise, if they seize power, it would be a terrible situation.

After all, guarding Langya might be dangerous, but guarding Shuofeng is definitely dangerous.

No soldiers went voluntarily.

Exhausted, Song Shi'an fell asleep immediately.

He felt like he had slept for a very, very long time.

Until something hard bumped into him.

When Song Shi'an opened his eyes, he saw Xin Yue poking his shoulder with the hilt of her sword.

"Oh, sorry, I slept for a long time." Song Shi'an sat up.

"It's okay, it's your turn."

Xin Yue, sitting against the hull of the boat, slowly closed her eyes. Her delicate and aloof face resembled a tranquil snow country.

She was as quiet as a painting.

But this is just a facade of calm.

Even when she was asleep, her hand holding the sword remained taut like a bowstring.

Where did Your Highness find such a talented person?

Song Shi'an got up and stretched. Then, standing at the bow of the boat, he felt the rushing Chishui River as the large boat drifted downstream.

If just one major river in Beiliang is like this, how magnificent must it be to travel a thousand miles to Jiangling in a single day?
Waterways are indeed much more convenient than land routes.

The army, in this way, gradually drew closer to the finish line...

……

Is that it?

Several hours later, Song Shi'an, on the ship, saw a yellowish outline in the distance, located in the Beiliang Valley, resembling a giant chessboard, and couldn't help but get excited.

Xin Yue was awakened by the noise and slowly opened her eyes. Standing up, she saw Song Shi'an with his hands on the bow of the ship, looking at a dangerous city with a strange longing.

Looking into the distance with a smile, Song Shi'an sighed, "This is where we'll end up."

(End of this chapter)