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Brother Ying is awesome, so handsome!

Song Yan waved his fist excitedly.

But soon, Song Yan realized something was wrong.

The Jizhou Garrison was located in Liaodong, and the King of Qi's fiefdom was in Qianzhou. The two places were far apart. How could the King of Zibo's army go to Jizhou?

Song Yuanshan saw his confusion and explained, "It is said that Captain Di had just acquired a fierce horse, and when he was training the horse, he accidentally let it go in the wrong direction and ran all the way to Qianzhou, where he happened to run into Prince Zi's army."

Song Yan: “…”

This reason sounds a bit far-fetched.

"When the Zibo army saw that they were from the Jizhou Guard, they thought they were sent by the imperial court to intercept them, so they attacked without saying a word."

"Captain Di was also a man of bad temper. He immediately led his army to fight back, defeating Prince Zi's army and capturing Prince Zi alive."

"Prince Zibo was captured, and his 30,000 troops were leaderless and have all surrendered." Song Yuanshan continued, "Once the crisis in Nanyang Prefecture is resolved, I will immediately lead my troops to support."

Song Yan suddenly realized, no wonder his father was able to arrive in time.

But...Song Yan felt confused.

No matter how confused Brother Ying was, he wouldn't get lost and end up in Qianzhou, right?

Still got lost with tens of thousands of soldiers.

You're just treating people like fools.

Never mind, it doesn't matter what the truth is.

What’s important is that, due to Brother Ying’s “accidental coincidence”, he inadvertently solved a major crisis for Nanyang Prefecture.

Song Yuanshan naturally knew that things were not that simple, but he did not delve into it.

In troubled times, various forces are intertwined and many things are difficult to explain.

Whether Di Ying's action was intentional or not, it solved the urgent problem of Nanyang Prefecture. He was already grateful, so why bother to dig into the matter?

"Let's not talk about this anymore." Song Yuanshan said, "I will go meet up with His Royal Highness Prince Hui first to discuss the follow-up matters."

"Okay, I'll go see Wanzhou too." Song Yan nodded in agreement.

After separating from Song Yuanshan, Song Yan and the others also prepared to leave.

There is still a lot of follow-up work to be done.

For example, treating the wounded, comforting the people, and resettling the refugees...

Song Yan took a deep breath, suppressed the fatigue in her heart, and cheered herself up to prepare for the busy work that was to come.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of rapid horse hooves in the distance.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a group of people galloping towards them, led by Brother Luo.

"Your Highness! I am late!" Brother Luo dismounted from his horse, knelt on one knee, his face full of guilt.

Li Yanche glanced at him coldly: "Why the delay?"

Luo Ge's forehead was covered with cold sweat. "Reporting to the prince, I led the army halfway and encountered an ambush by the King of Qi, which slowed us down. After we broke through the siege, we encountered a mountain torrent that destroyed the road, so we had to take a detour..."

Li Yanche's eyes darkened slightly, but now was not the time to pursue the issue, so he simply said, "Get up, go clean up the battlefield first."

"Yes!" Brother Luo felt as if he had been pardoned and quickly got up to make arrangements.

Song Yan was far away and couldn't hear clearly what they were saying, but seeing the ashamed look on Luo Ge's face, she guessed about 70% of what they were saying.

It seems that the reinforcements have not arrived yet, and there is indeed an accident.

A group of people walked into the city.

All I saw along the way were scenes of people surviving a disaster.

On the streets, soldiers were busy carrying corpses, while civilians were spontaneously cleaning up the blood and rubble. Occasionally, low sobs could be heard, but there was more of a calmness that came from having been relieved of a heavy burden.

They won this battle very hard.

The almost desperate perseverance finally brought the dawn of victory.

"Brother! Jiaojiao!"

Song Wanzhou's voice came from a distance, and she came running over with her skirt lifted up, with tears still on her face.

Song Yan opened his arms and caught her.

Song Wanzhou hugged his arms and cried breathlessly. The fear, worry and fatigue of these days were finally released at this moment.

Song Wanzhou raised his head while sobbing, his eyes swept over everyone and fell on Jiaojiao.

She let go of Song Yan's arm and hugged Jiaojiao tightly: "You bad girl, you scared me to death!"

Song Jiaojiao wiped her tears and comforted her like a little adult: "Sister, don't cry, I'm fine."

"Let's go back and have a good rest first." Song Yan suggested when he saw that everyone had the same dark circles under their eyes.

If I continue to endure this, I will really die suddenly.

After the battlefield is cleaned up, there is still a lot of follow-up work waiting for them.

When they returned to the villa, Shu's father and mother had already received the news and were standing at the door waiting eagerly.

Seeing everyone return safely, Shu's mother's eyes suddenly turned red: "Good, everyone is back."

Mr. Shu stood aside. Although he didn't say anything, he couldn't hide the smile in the corner of his eyes, which showed that he was happy.

At this time, Shu Changsheng limped in and grinned, "Dad, Mom, I killed dozens of enemy soldiers this time!"

Mother Shu was angry and amused, and hurriedly pulled him to check his injuries: "You kid, you are so injured and yet you are still trying to show off!"

Shu Changsheng laughed and waved his hand nonchalantly: "What's this little injury? Back then, I..."

Before he could finish his words, Shu's mother glared at him and he shut up in dismay.

Looking at this lively scene, Song Yan's lips curled up and she felt warm in her heart.

Only after experiencing life and death can one better understand the value of peace at this moment.

He turned to look at Shu Changyu, and Shu Changyu was also looking down at him. Their eyes met in the air, and the silence was louder than words.

Song Yan suddenly felt that it was great to be able to come back alive.

It would be even better if I could come back alive with him.

"Don't stand there, go inside and rest." Shu's mother was busy preparing hot water and clean clothes.

Only then did Song Yan realize that there was not a single clean place on her body. Her clothes were covered in blood and dust and emitted a bad smell.

After several days of fierce fighting, everyone was exhausted and in urgent need of rest.

Song Yan soaked in hot water, and the aches all over her body finally felt a little relieved.

He leaned on the edge of the bathtub, closed his eyes and rested, but the scenes of the past few days kept flashing through his mind.

The fighting on the city wall, the screams of the wounded, the despair when the city was broken...

There was also the moment of ecstasy when Shu Changyu led his troops to arrive.

Everything is like a dream.

With a slight "creak" sound, the door was pushed open.

Song Yan opened her eyes alertly, only to see Shu Changyu walking in, unbuttoning his belt as he walked.

The black armor had been removed long ago, leaving only a thin undershirt on, with the collar slightly open, revealing the well-defined collarbone.

"Aren't you discussing matters with Dad and the others?" Song Yan asked.

"That's all." Shu Changyu threw the bloody wristband aside, looked down at the person in the bathtub, and said in a hoarse voice, "Together."

This is not a question, it is a statement.

Without waiting for Song Yan to respond, he had already torn off his inner clothes and stepped into the bathtub.

The warm water overflowed instantly and splashed all over the floor.

"It's so squeezed..." Song Yan leaned back, but was grabbed by the back of the neck.

Shu Changyu's palms were still rough from the battlefield, and they caused a shudder as they stroked the skin on the back of his neck.

"Don't move." Shu Changyu scooped up hot water with his other hand and poured it on his shoulder, "You've got blood on you."

Only then did Song Yan discover that there was indeed a piece of dried blood on his right shoulder blade, and he didn't know whether it was rubbed against him or from his own hands.

The hot water caused a slight stinging pain when it rushed over, probably because of the scratch from the stray arrow.

Shu Changyu pressed his fingertips on the wound and suddenly asked, "Are you scared?"

Song Yan was stunned.

The splattering brains, rolling heads, charred corpses when the city was breached...all the scenes flashed back in my mind.

His Adam's apple moved, and he said stubbornly, "Not bad."

In the mist, Shu Changyu chuckled, his wet hair stuck to his cold white cheeks, his brows were like knives drawn from their sheaths: "You're lying."

He suddenly leaned forward and bit Song Yan's earlobe, mumbling as she gasped in pain, "You can't even hold the knife steady, and you still say you're not afraid?"

The warm breath sprayed on his ear, with a strange smell mixed with the smell of blood and a faint scent of soapberry, which made Song Yan's whole body stiffen.

He was indeed afraid.

I was afraid that everything would be destroyed after the city fell, that I would never see the man in front of me again, and that my brothers and sisters would fall into the hands of the rebels...

His hands holding the knife were shaking so badly that he almost dropped it when he was chopping.

If it weren't for the Dark Five and Dark Seven guarding him, he would have probably died long ago.

"It's no use being afraid. I have to hold on." Song Yan turned her head and rubbed her nose against Shu Changyu's jaw. She said in a muffled voice, "If I collapse, what will happen to Wanzhou and the others? What will happen to the people in the farm?"

Shu Changyu paused, gently stroked the skin on the side of his neck with his fingertips, and his eyes softened.

He knew that although Song Yan seemed casual, he actually had a tenacious spirit in his bones.

An ordinary person would have been scared to death facing such a bloody storm, but he not only survived, but also responded calmly and protected those around him.

"Well, you did a good job." He lowered his head and placed a light kiss next to Song Yan's wound, with a soothing tone, "It's better than I thought."

Song Yan blinked slowly, her eye sockets becoming hot from the mist.

A drop of water slid down his eyelashes, and it was hard to tell whether it was bath water or tears.

Shu Changyu held his face and gently kissed away the cool drop of water.

The touch of warm lips, with the moisture of water vapor, quietly smoothed out the tension and fear of the past few days.

Shu Changyu picked up the towel and carefully wiped the blood off his body.

From the neck to the back, to the small scratches on the arms, every part was taken care of with utmost care.

There was a slight tremor where his fingertips passed, but Song Yan did not struggle anymore and let him do what he wanted.

The water vapor blurred their vision and each other's outlines, leaving only the warmth of their skin touching each other and the frequency of their hearts resonating.

The water in the tub gradually cooled, and the blood on the two men's bodies was washed away.

Shu Changyu stood up first, picked up a towel to dry his body, and then took Song Yan out of the bathtub.

Song Yan walked barefoot on the soft carpet, and he wrapped her in a large cloth and carried her to the bed like a child.

"I'll do it myself..." Song Yan struggled to get up, but was pushed back onto the bed.

Shu Changyu leaned over, resting his forehead against his, and said, "Let me hold you for a while."

The warmth of their skin touching each other warmed each other, and Song Yan could clearly feel his steady heartbeat in his chest, beat after beat, with a reassuring strength.

The fatigue from the past few days finally hit me, and my eyelids became heavier and heavier.

In a daze, he felt Shu Changyu press a gentle kiss on his forehead, with the scent of moisture after bathing and a sense of comfort.

"Go to sleep."

Song Yan rubbed her body in his arms, found a comfortable position, and fell into a deep sleep.

I slept exceptionally soundly this time. There was no fighting, no blood, only the long-lost tranquility.