Young White Horse: The Poison Sword Master of the Wen Family, Shocking the Apocalypse

At the same time, Wen Luoyu also saw him.

Their eyes met, and her tense shoulders visibly relaxed, the sharpness in her eyes melting away.

Before Baili Chengfeng could speak, she immediately put on a stern face, spurred her horse, and the white horse trotted forward.

Baili Chengfeng dared not be negligent, and upon seeing the lady's changed expression, he quickly dismounted.

Wen Luoyu reined in her horse in front of him, looking down at him with her whip pointing at him: "Bai Li Chengfeng! You still know how to come back?!"

Her voice carried a hint of anger, but the last syllable trembled slightly!

Baili Chengfeng looked up at her and suddenly smiled.

Against the backdrop of his blood-stained armor, his smile held a youthful radiance: "My lady, instead of resting in the middle of the night, you're all dressed in military attire... are you going to war?"

"Stand out from the crowd!" Wen Luoyu angrily raised her riding whip, but when it came down, it only lightly lashed his shoulder armor.

"The sounds of battle at the north gate are deafening, and the flames illuminate half the city! You've been gone for two or three hours without even a single sentry! I thought..."

She couldn't continue, her eyes slightly reddening.

Baili Chengfeng's heart softened, and he stepped forward, reaching out to grasp her hand that was holding the reins.

That hand was cold and trembling slightly.

"You thought I was surrounded by the Northern Li army? You wanted to personally lead men to rescue me?" He softened his voice considerably. "My silly wife, who am I? A mere Northern Li lieutenant general, do you think I'm worthy to trap me?"

Wen Luoyu glared at him, but did not pull her hand away.

Baili Chengfeng smiled and, with a little force, Wen Luoyu dismounted and fell into his arms.

The armor was cold, but her body was warm and soft.

"Let go... the guards are all watching!" Wen Luoyu blushed and whispered reproachfully.

"Let her look. It's only natural for me to hold my wife." Baili Chengfeng not only didn't let go, but hugged her even tighter, whispering in her ear.

"Besides, my wife is so dashing and heroic, I'm completely captivated. How could I possibly care about anyone else?"

Wen Luoyu's ears burned. She struggled for a moment but couldn't break free, so she simply let him hold her, though she still scolded him, "Stop being so cheeky! Where's that lieutenant? Are you alright?"

"What could possibly be wrong with me?" Baili Chengfeng released her, took a step back, opened his arms, and spun around. "My wife, if you don't believe me, look! I'm completely unharmed! As for that lieutenant—"

He pointed his fingers like a sword and made a sweeping motion in the air, his movements swift and elegant: "With just this one sword strike, so light and effortless, that guy didn't even have time to react before his head was gone."

Upon seeing this, the Northern army immediately scattered like birds and beasts... "As soon as your husband stands on the city wall, they don't even dare to turn around!"

He spoke casually, but Wen Luoyu was incredibly intelligent. From the still-wet bloodstains on his armor and the lingering murderous aura between his brows, she knew that the battle was far from simple.

But she didn't expose him; she simply reached out and gently brushed away a blade of grass that had appeared out of nowhere from his shoulder armor.

Her movements were gentle, a stark contrast to the valiant woman in armor she had just been.

Baili Chengfeng grabbed her hand and held it in his palm.

Her hands were a size smaller than his, and her fingertips had thin calluses from years of sword practice. They trembled slightly as they were enveloped in his warm palm.

"Your hands are so cold," he frowned. "How long have you been waiting?"

"Not long after," Wen Luoyu turned her face away, "it started from... when we heard the sounds of killing at the North Gate."

For more than an hour, she stood there in armor, riding her horse, waiting for his return in the cold wind in front of the mansion gate.

A warm feeling welled up in Baili Chengfeng's heart, and he couldn't say anything. He just held her hand tighter and led her into the mansion.

As he passed the lined-up guards, he waved and said, "Leave the men on guard duty; the rest of you brothers, go back to your camps and rest. You've all had a hard night."

The guards responded in unison, watching the general lead his wife into the mansion, their eyes filled with smiles—the Marquis and his wife had a deep affection for each other, a fact well-known throughout Qiandong City.

After entering the mansion gate, we went around the screen wall and through the front courtyard.

Wen Luoyu let him lead her, her pace gradually slowing down. When they reached the central courtyard corridor, she suddenly stopped and turned to face Baili Chengfeng.

The moonlight shone on her face, and her face, though no longer young, was still beautiful, but now filled with worry.

"Chengfeng," she said softly, calling him by his name instead of "husband," "Don't hide it from me. Tonight... wasn't it very dangerous?"

Baili Chengfeng was silent for a moment, then nodded: "The Northern Li army sent more than 20,000 troops to feign an attack on the north gate, but they put on a show of force and launched a fierce offensive. That lieutenant general is no mediocre talent; he commanded effectively, and our army was once in a difficult situation!"

He paused, then reached out and stroked her cheek: "However, they are far from being a match for the Breaking Wind Army. Moreover, your husband's Instant Kill Sword has been unmatched for twenty years. With the death of the general, the army's morale will immediately collapse."

Wen Luoyu pressed her face against his palm, closed her eyes, and let out a long sigh.

When she opened her eyes again, only tenderness remained: "That's good. Next time... next time if there is a war, you must send someone back to report that everything is safe. I... I will worry."

The last four words, spoken very lightly, weighed more than a thousand pounds.

Baili Chengfeng felt a surge of warmth in his heart, pulled her into his arms, and gently rested his chin on the top of her head: "Okay, I promise you."

The night breeze swept through the corridor, bringing with it the moisture from the distant Luan River.

The two embraced, one with black armor stained with blood, his killing intent still lingering;

A soft armor, cold and icy, still exuding a heroic air. But at this moment, they were just an ordinary husband and wife to each other.

After a long while, Wen Luoyu gently pushed him away, regaining her usual demeanor: "You smell of blood. Go and take a bath and change your clothes. I had the kitchen warm some porridge. You've been up all night, you must be hungry."

Baili Chengfeng smiled and agreed, watching her turn and walk towards the backyard, her crimson cloak drawing a gentle arc in the moonlight.

He suddenly remembered that many years ago, his father, Baili Luochen, had told him: "Chengfeng, you must remember that a general must have iron will in his heart."

But beneath the iron will, there must be a soft spot, a place to keep those you must protect. Only then will your sword not lose its way, and you will know clearly for whom you fight!

He didn't quite understand at the time.

Now he understands.

……

Meanwhile, twenty li outside Fuzhou City.

As dawn broke, the eastern horizon turned a pale white. Autumn mist blanketed the desolate landscape, withered grass draped in frost, a scene of utter stillness.

Suddenly, the sound of staggering footsteps came from afar.

A group of figures struggled out of the fog, their appearance extremely pitiful.

Most of them were covered in blood and their armor was tattered; many could barely walk by supporting each other.

At the very front of the procession, two guards supported a tall figure—the man's left arm was a bloody mess, hanging limply, and his right leg was wounded, leaving dark red footprints on the ground with every step he took.

This person was none other than Ye Xiaoying, who had fought his way out of Tieji Ridge.

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