The princess is killing like crazy again

In a moment, the crowd dispersed, and only Xiao Yurong, Li Yaozhi and Cui Ci Ning were left there.

Li Yaozhi handed the umbrella to Xiao Yurong and stepped back into the rain. "Your Highness has important matters to attend to first. Shao Yan will go back and wait for you."

"Yeah." Xiao Yurong nodded.

She looked at Cui Ci Ning again, the young general who was covered in wounds.

"Go back." Cui Qining said, "It's raining heavily, the weather is cold, and you are still sick. Go back."

Xiao Yurong didn't answer.

The seeping blood mixed with sand and dust attached to the wound and was soon washed away by the rain. The messy hair blocked his eyes, so Xiao Yurong could not see Cui Ci Ning's expression clearly.

Cui Ci Ning suddenly bent his knees and knelt in the cold rain.

Everything was silent, the thunder and rain continued, and Cui Ci Ning's usually straight back bent.

The heavy rain weighed down his shoulders and was extremely noisy.

He knelt down in the direction of Yinzhou in the northern border and kowtowed three times.

The rain above his head suddenly stopped. Cui Ci Ning looked up and saw Xiao Yurong's slender shoulders through the deep tide.

It was Xiao Yurong who used her fragile shoulders to hold up a clear sky for him.

"I can't leave you alone at this time." Xiao Yurong said.

Cui Qining looked up at her and said, "My mother, my sixth brother, my second uncle, my second aunt are all dead, my deputy general is dead, and my soldiers are also dead."

His voice was a little out of tune, as if he was forcibly suppressing something. "If you hadn't reminded me again and again, and if I hadn't had that soft armor, I would have died a long time ago."

Xiao Yurong sighed softly. The cold wind spread the raindrops evenly and densely on her back. Her wet black hair stuck softly to her neck and cheeks.

She was also panting, as if she had just jogged all the way here.

Cui Ci Ning rarely saw Xiao Yurong in such an embarrassed state, but his eyes were still as gentle and playful as a little deer that had strayed into the woods.

"It's raining, and there's no one else here except me." Xiao Yurong reminded Cui Ci Ning.

As soon as he finished speaking, Cui Ci Ning hugged Xiao Yurong's waist and buried his face in his arms.

After just a short while, Xiao Yurong only heard his dull and hoarse crying, but he clenched his teeth and forced himself not to make any sound.

Only tears soaked Xiao Yurong's clothes, but Xiao Yurong suspected that it might just be rain.

Xiao Yurong raised his hand hesitantly and gently patted Cui Ci Ning's shoulder.

He suppressed his tears and said, "Zhaoyang, I want to go home..."

"..." Xiao Yurong didn't know what to say.

But Cui Qining's voice was hoarse, "I want to go back to Yinzhou, I want to go home..."

He told Xiao Yurong over and over again that he wanted to return to his hometown.

Xiao Yurong recalled how Cui Ci Ning had mentioned Yinzhou to her countless times with great pride. The Yinzhou that Cui Ci Ning had described was a place of infinite beauty and of young men in fine clothes and galloping horses.

She can still recall the excited look on Cui Ci Ning's face when he told her all this.

Yinzhou is Cui Ci Ning's hometown. He once rode a horse along the Yinzhou Road, learned Taoism from a good teacher, made friends from all over the world, and was a young man with strong will and unrestrained spirit.

While drunk, he looked at the sword by lamplight, picked up a flower and smiled frivolously.

He is covered with thorns, so we need to grind off the sharp edges and make him smooth before he can enter the Yujing Arena.

Xiao Yurong thought of Cui Ci Ning's deceased relatives again. Her second uncle had found many things for her and nodded with a smile when he saw her.

Second Aunt often invited her to drink the stewed soup, and would also ask her to eat some delicious dishes.

The fifth brother often runs errands and delivers things for her, and not long ago he helped Cui Ci Ning carry a lunch box to her.

But they were all dead.

Xiao Yurong hugged Cui Qining tightly, "Mingyang..."

"Why me? Why do I have to bear all this?" Cui Qining asked hoarsely, "I never believe in fate, Zhaoyang, I don't believe in ghosts and gods, nor do I believe in heaven and earth. I only believe in the knife in my hand... Is this fate? Is this a punishment for me? But if you want to punish me, why punish the people around me?"

He hugged Xiao Yurong's waist, and his suppressed crying sounded like a dog's whimpering.

The rain was so cold, Xiao Yurong's palm stroked his wet hair.

She closed her eyes and said, "It's not your fault, Mingyang. You have to believe in yourself and do what you want to do."

Cui Ci Ning raised his face, his eyes reddened, tears welled up from his eyes, "What should I do to become like I used to be?"

"The past is dark and cannot be retrieved, and the road ahead is long. We cannot stop, or we will die." Xiao Yurong said.

She lowered her head and gave Cui Ci Ning a lonely kiss on his brow.

She whispered, "Keep going, Mingyang. You can look back, but you can't go back the old way."

*

As a general, one should not care about life or death.

The time left for Cui to grieve was very short, so short that they did not have much time to shed tears or reminisce, and they began to get busy again like a spinning top being whipped.

If you win, you should pursue your victory. If you lose, you should fight back.

With Li Yaozhi's reminders and decisions that they had not taken before, they now firmly believed in Li Yaozhi's previous reputation.

Cui respectfully invited Li Yaozhi over to discuss the follow-up matters of the whole day and what to do next.

It was midnight when Li Yaozhi returned to the tent, soaked in dew.

When Li Yaozhi came back, he moved very quietly, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

The tent was also dark, with no lights on, and very quiet.

Xiao Yurong should have been asleep, as she was ill and not in good spirits.

Li Yaozhi did not light a lamp, but knelt quietly beside Xiao Yurong's bed. When he was about to stay by the bed to watch over Xiao Yurong all night and sleep with her clothes on, the person on the bed made a sound.

"Go to bed. It's such a cold night. Don't catch a cold." Xiao Yurong said.

Li Yaozhi sighed and undressed, "Your Highness, why haven't you slept yet?"

Xiao Yurong was still lying with his back to him, without turning around, "Waiting for you."

Li Yaozhi got on the bed and lay beside Xiao Yurong, "Your Highness is ill, you should rest more."

He stared at Xiao Yurong's back sideways. A corner of Xiao Yurong's shoulder was exposed outside the quilt, and her long, soft black hair was scattered on the pillow.

Xiao Yurong turned around and looked into Li Yaozhi's eyes. "Are you afraid that I might pass my illness on to you?"

Li Yaozhi sighed softly: "If that's the case, if I take the responsibility for His Highness, and His Highness doesn't get sick, that would be great."

"Stop talking nonsense." Xiao Yurong opened her arms, hugged Li Yaozhi's waist, and snuggled into his arms.

Li Yaozhi's body temperature was warm, but Xiao Yurong's hands and feet were cold.

He didn't feel cold even though he was leaning against Li Yaozhi. Instead, he hugged Xiao Yurong tighter, with one hand on Xiao Yurong's waist and back and the other on her head.

Li Yaozhi rested his chin gently on Xiao Yurong's head and closed his eyes. "Your Highness is already ill, and he got caught in the rain because of the young general. I don't know how long it will take for him to recover."

"Are you tired of taking care of me?" Xiao Yurong asked.

"How could that be?" Li Yaozhi asked, "Your Highness is ill for one day, Shao Yan will serve you for one day, ill for one month, ill for one month, ill for one year, I will serve you for one year, until Your Highness recovers."

Xiao Yurong laughed at himself, "Fortunately, my father wanted to arrange a marriage between you and me, but it was dropped. Otherwise, wouldn't your life be embroiled in a tangle because of me, a sickly person?"

"Don't say that, Your Highness... don't say that..." Li Yaozhi lowered his head and stared at Xiao Yurong's eyebrows, as if feeling hidden pain.

Xiao Yurong looked away, "What's the important matter for today's meeting?"

Li Yaozhi replied: "They are all the same old things, but their attitudes are much more respectful than usual."

"Yes." Xiao Yurong nodded, "What you said before was right, they will naturally listen to you."

Li Yaozhi smiled and said, "Even General Cui treated Shao Yan with much more respect today. He looked very good."

"Oh? He always treats you disrespectfully?" Xiao Yurong asked with a raised eyebrow.

"The young general has complaints about the fact that Shao Yan eats and lives with Your Highness, and he has been dissatisfied for a long time." Li Yaozhi answered truthfully.

This was interesting, and Xiao Yurong laughed, "If he knew that you were still sleeping in the same bed with me, wouldn't he go crazy?"

"The young general should have guessed it and has the answer in his mind." Li Yaozhi said.

After all, there was only a large bed covered with animal skins in the tent. It was impossible that Li Yaozhi had been sleeping on the floor for so long without anything on the floor.

Anyone who had been to Xiao Yurong's tent and had a bit of common sense would know that Li Yaozhi and Xiao Yurong slept in the same bed.

I don’t know if they can guess the relationship between Xiao Yurong and Li Yaozhi.

However, Xiao Yurong didn't care about this. She was intimate with Li Yaozhi only because she wanted to.

"But he doesn't want to believe it?" Xiao Yurong said, "He will know it sooner or later."

Li Yao stopped laughing: "Your Highness is wise."

Xiao Yurong thought for a moment and asked again, "We've been discussing this for so long, and now you're back. What about them? Does Cui have something else to discuss privately?"

"Perhaps they are discussing whether to hand over the task of commanding the Cui family army in Xuancheng to His Highness." Li Yaozhi said, "After all, His Highness has mentioned it vaguely."

Xiao Yurong pondered: "Then do you think they will hand over the tiger talisman to me?"

Li Yaozhi said, "Yes."

"That's fine." Without asking why, Xiao Yurong chose to trust what Li Yaozhi said.

She leaned against Li Yaozhi's chest and closed her eyes, "Go to bed early."

"Sweet dreams, Your Highness." Li Yaozhi said softly.

He placed his forehead against Xiao Yurong's, rubbed it gently, then closed his eyes with a smile.

Xiao Yurong replied vaguely: "Good sleep."

Just as Li Yaozhi said, after Li Yaozhi left, some people from the Cui family had things to discuss in the heavy night and snow.

However, the current discussions have reached a deadlock.

Cui Ci'an disagreed to hand over the tiger talisman to Xiao Yurong, but Cui Ci'ning insisted on letting Xiao Yurong lead the troops.

"Why not let Zhaoyang come? Previous events have clearly proved that she is right." Cui Ci Ning asked.

"How can you guarantee that she will always be right? The Cui family army can't afford a second mistake. If they fail again this time, I'm afraid Xuancheng won't be able to be defended." Cui Ci'an asked back.

Cui Qining said: "Why can't we hold on? There are still 50,000 imperial troops. Brother, why don't you trust them?"

He frowned, "The last incident has clearly proven that experience doesn't represent everything. Isn't Big Brother wrong?"

"Cui Ci Ning!" Cui Ci'an shouted harshly with an unpleasant look on his face.

Cui Ci Ning still said stubbornly: "If you are wrong, you are wrong. Why don't you stop the loss in time? Obviously, the two armies can win by merging, why are you unwilling? Why don't you trust Zhao Yang?"

Cui Ci'an raised his voice: "Do you know what you are talking about? Is it so easy? Are you going to hand over the lives and property of Cui's army to others? Besides, who will be the commander when the two armies merge? "

"I mean to let Zhaoyang do it. Big brother, don't you understand?" Cui Qining also raised his voice, "Zhaoyang is the most suitable princess!"

"You still know that she is a princess?!" Cui Ci'an's face turned pale.

The two brothers argued endlessly, and their voices became louder and louder, frightening the counselors nearby, who were afraid that someone might hear what they were saying.

The counselor gestured repeatedly to the two brothers of the Cui family to calm down quickly.

Cui Ci'an took a deep breath and managed to lower his voice: "Recognize your own identity! As a member of the Cui family, don't be so distracted by the small profits given by others that you don't know the whole world!"

Cui Ci Ning also suppressed his anger, "Be respectful to her! Doesn't she treat you with care?"

"I know she treats Cui kindly, and she distributes all the gifts she brought to us and the soldiers, which shows her sincerity. But who is she? And who are you?" Cui Ci'an asked angrily.

"Don't you think she is sincere? What are you still hesitating about?" Cui Ci Ning asked.

The two spoke faster and faster. Cui Ci'an nodded: "Yes, I think she is sincere."

Cui Ci Ning: "Just tell me if she treats you with courtesy as well?"

Cui Ci'an: "Yes!"

It would be wrong to continue arguing, so the counselors urgently called for a halt.

The counselor said, "Stop arguing, generals. If you start fighting among yourselves now, won't you just mess up your formation?"

"That's right. It's not a good idea to make so much noise." Uncle San agreed.

The sixth brother quickly said, "Big Brother and Second Brother, do you both agree with each other?"

"Not at all!" Cui Ci'an and Cui Ci'ning denied in unison.

The sixth brother shut his mouth.

"You don't understand Zhaoyang at all. She is different from those people!" Cui Ci Ning said angrily.

Cui Ci'an gritted his teeth and said, "Don't forget, she is a princess first, and then your Zhaoyang!"

Cui Qining turned away and rushed out the door, "Anyway, you won't listen to anything I say!"

Cui Ci'an looked at his back, his face livid, "I think he's been carried away!"

A group of people were silent in the tent.

Uncle San interrupted, "Ci'an, since Ci Ning really likes the princess, why not grant him his wish?"

"Uncle San, why are you joining in the fun?" Cui Ci'an frowned, "Ci Ning doesn't have this understanding, don't you know? The princess is a royal family after all."

The sixth brother also whispered, "Brother, the princess is really nice. She even shared with me the snacks she brought from Yujing. I have never been to Yujing. Second brother likes her very much, too. What's wrong with that?"

"You are too young, you don't understand." Cui Ci'an sighed and touched his head.

He looked at everyone, "Everyone, let's continue the discussion. Let's discuss whether to hand over the tiger talisman to the princess."