Quick Wear: Plan to Save the Unrequited Boss

After being encouraged, the Shen family army stayed at their respective posts more vigilantly. The army of Yuan Kingdom would be fully assembled today.

Just as they discussed, the enemy chose to attack by force. As soon as all the troops of Yuan Kingdom and the Northern Barbarians joined forces, they headed straight for the city wall. Shen Jingyou placed one hand on the city wall, looking at the huge army below, feeling a little annoyed.

It was still unknown how long the battle would last. Since arriving in the north, Wen Ling had written him that letter. He looked forward to receiving his letter every day, but unfortunately, there was none.

I'm eager to go home now. What if he leaves for too long and someone is so foolish as to try to poach his girlfriend?

Thinking of this, Shen Jingyou's eyes were full of sharpness. Those under the city were trying to stop him from going home. Shen Jingyou held a bow and arrow, aimed at the prey, and shot three arrows at once. The boy's hand was very steady, and the arrows pierced the air as sharply as the boy aimed, and shot straight into the enemy's body.

When the enemy was about to arrive at the city, Shen Jingyou came down from the city wall and led his troops out of the city to meet the enemy.

Accompanied by the passionate sound of war drums and shouts of killing, the rolling dust could not block the soldiers' vision of killing the enemy. The clash of swords and the smell of blood in the air fueled the soldiers' bloodiness.

Seeing Shen Jingyou knocking another enemy general off his horse, the soldiers were greatly encouraged. They swung their weapons more vigorously, and the sound of war drums stirred people's hearts.

Shen Jingyou immediately raised his hand and touched the wound on his face, frowning. Why do they all like to hit people in the face?

He still needs to keep this face to tease his princess.

What if his face is disfigured and Wen Ling no longer likes him and kicks him out to support another gigolo?

While killing the enemies, Shen Jingyou was thinking about finding a mask to wear tomorrow.

Shen Jingyuan stood on the city wall with his hands behind his back, and the deputy general came over and bowed to him.

"General, today's battle should be over. I will lead the remaining soldiers to support the young general."

Shen Jingyuan waved at him, staring at the battlefield without saying a word. The enemy's offensive will only be more fierce tomorrow, but fortunately the morale of the soldiers is high, and it seems that they can hold on for another day.

The Shen family army was prepared for the delayed arrival of reinforcements, but no one expected Wen Ling to lead the troops to support so quickly. Shen Jingyou also did not expect Wen Ling to lead the troops to the battlefield in person.

The setting sun weeps blood, adding a touch of magnificence and grandeur to this wild desert. The remaining Shen family troops under the city are ready to go, waiting for the order from the front, and they will break out of the city to put an end to the last battle of the day.

However, no one expected that before they left the city, they heard the clanging sound of an army marching in the distance. The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, and the hard armor was flashing with a dazzling cold luster. The leader Wen Ling, dressed in a neat red suit, was sitting on a tall horse, guarded by He Shangming and Gu Muqing on both sides.

The woman's hair was neatly tied behind her head. Shen Jingyou saw the figure he had been thinking about day and night for a while at a glance.

Wen Ling also saw the heroic young man on this chaotic battlefield.

When their eyes met, Shen Jingyou's heart began to beat faster. His usually delicate and gentle princess reappeared in front of him with another dashing image, which made his eyes burn.

He thought he would always submit and protect his princess.

He really didn't expect Wen Ling to come to the north in person, but the current situation was not the time to talk about love. The Shen family army looked at the reinforcements rushing onto the battlefield, and their morale became even higher. They really didn't expect that the reinforcements would arrive on just the first day.

It can be seen that the capital has not forgotten these soldiers. On the city wall, Shen Jingyuan's brows relaxed. It seems that this war will end early, and he can return to the capital early to accompany his wife.

Now, Wen Ling no longer needed to hide her martial arts skills. She tapped her toes lightly, stepped on the horse's back and used the force to move towards Shen Jingyou. She raised the spear in her hand, and the delicate and soft woman actually picked up a big man and kicked him to the ground.

Wen Ling raised her eyebrows towards Gu Muqing.

"I'll leave He Cheng to you. You'll have to avenge your own vengeance yourself."

He Cheng was captured, and He Shangming took the opportunity to subdue the soldiers who followed He Cheng in the rebellion. They were just trying to save their lives.

Seeing that the leaders had been picked off, the soldiers of Yuan State and Beiman were completely panicked and their army was completely routed in an instant.

Gu Muqing and He Shangming led their troops in pursuit.

Wen Ling stood still and turned around to see Shen Jingyou staring at her with burning eyes.

Seeing Wen Ling looking at him, a look of grievance appeared between his eyebrows.

"Sister, you are so good at fighting, how could I not know about it?"

But before Wen Ling could explain anything, Shen Jingyou dropped the spear in his hand and hugged Wen Ling tightly.

"A Ling, you don't know how jealous they are of my face. Look, there are several cuts all over my face."

The young man put his handsome face in front of Wen Ling, with a hint of resentment in his tone. Wen Ling raised her hand and touched the cheek in front of her.

It is indeed not as smooth as before leaving Beijing. It is less delicate but more wild and beautiful.

She knew that the boy was trying to be nice and wanted her to coax him.

Wen Ling also followed his lead.

She gently caressed the wound on his cheek and said, "I brought some Jade Cream. I'll apply it to you later, okay?"

The young man always knew how to push his luck. He rubbed his head against Wen Ling's shoulder like a big dog, his thick eyelashes trembling to cover his dark eyes, and he leaned against Wen Ling as if he had no bones.

He spoke in a muffled voice, like a child complaining.

"Sister, the sky is filled with yellow sand every day in the north. The food and sleep are not good. I miss you all the time. It's hard to bear. Look, I have lost weight."

Shen Jingyou raised his head and pinched his face to show Wen Ling, intending to tell her that he had no flesh on his face.

The intention of playing pitiful and gaining sympathy was too obvious, and Wen Ling couldn't help laughing out loud.

Shen Jingyou raised his hand in dissatisfaction, grabbed the corner of her clothes, and pushed his big body into her arms, speaking in a fierce voice.

"You don't coax me, you laugh at me."

When she first came, she saw him killing the enemies and she really wanted to admire his youthful vigor. But how come he became like a clingy puppy in front of her? Once you don't coax him, he will show you his soft claws and scratch you, expressing his dissatisfaction to you and accusing you of ignoring him.

Wen Ling chuckled.

"Why didn't I coax you? I've been coaxing you all the time. I just don't know if you still want to save face for our General Shen."

Wen Ling glanced behind him and spoke meaningfully.

Shen Jingyou looked back following her gaze and saw Shen Jingyuan and a group of generals standing not far away. When they saw him looking at them, they quickly looked away.

Only Shen Jingyuan glared at him fiercely.

What a shame! He's crying and acting like a spoiled child over a small cut on his face. He's not manly at all.

The other generals also didn't expect that the young general would behave like this in private in front of Princess Xuanning. It was really eye-opening for them.

Shen Jingyou turned his gaze back.

"Whatever they do."

Just as he was about to stick to her again, Wen Ling grabbed his hand.

"Don't make trouble."

The boy refused, so Wen Ling patiently said, "Can I go back and comfort you?"