The Year of Lihua: She Was Reborn

Zuo Nian quickly adjusted his internal energy, took out an unknown pill from his pocket, stuffed it into his mouth and swallowed it.

He closed his eyes again and began to meditate, holding his breath and concentrating his mind. He sank the Qi into his Dantian, stretched out his hands and did a circle of Tai Chi, then crossed them parallel to each other at the Dantian position.

Time passed minute by minute...

Beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his tense expression made people feel extremely painful. Suddenly, his cheeks bulged...

A mouthful of blood gushed out and landed on the sandy yellow soil in front of him, splashing out a crimson flower of blood.

His expression was solemn and he didn't have time to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. He gathered his strength in his palms and began to practice his skills again. Invisible heat enveloped his whole body.

It felt like the sun, which had just set, was slowly rising from the east side of the desert, and its golden light was illuminating the entire desert.

As the sun rose, the color of the loess slowly changed from cold to warm yellow, and the cotton clothes they were wearing were also discarded in the tent.

Mu Qi stood up from the straw mat with a somersault, did chest expansion exercises as he walked, and walked out of the tent with his head lowered.

He stretched his limbs happily under the scorching sun, glancing back and forth in the camp, not knowing who he was looking for.

＜After this night, how is Miss Hua doing?＞

He didn't even have time to have breakfast, so he opened one tent after another, and finally saw an unknown halo in a small tent behind a fat stone pillar.

Two figures can be vaguely seen, one sitting cross-legged and the other lying flat on the ground.

Seeing this scene, Mu Qi finally put his heart at ease. He asked the cook for two bowls of rice soup and two steamed buns made of thin flour.

He held a steamed bun in his mouth, a bowl of rice soup in his right hand, and a bowl of rice soup in his left hand.

He ran towards Zuo Nian happily, without spilling a single drop of soup, and his lower body and wrists were very steady.

"Brother Zuo, you've been regulating your internal energy for an entire night, and you're still not feeling better?"

Mu Qi sat down next to him, put the soup bowl in his hand on the ground, took a big bite of the hot steamed bun and drank a sip of steaming rice soup. He felt so comfortable.

"After eating dry steamed bread for several days, this steamed bread tastes so good!"

Zuo Nian slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, and when he clenched his hands, the internal force gathered in his palms slowly disappeared in the hot air.

He opened his cloudy eagle eyes, picked up the rice soup and drank it all in one gulp.

The wooden bowl slowly fell from his face, and his eagle eyes immediately became clear and bright again.

"Eat as much as you can. Who knows how long this war will last?"

"I'm eating, aren't I? I can't force myself to eat, right?"

Mu Qi swallowed the last mouthful of noodles along with the last sip of rice soup.

"How is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"

＜Ask the Crown Prince first?＞

Mu Qi tilted his head and looked at him, his expression indifferent, just the official words of a subordinate expressing his routine concern.

"Last night, my father sent someone to bring His Royal Highness back to the city. This morning, a pigeon sent me a message saying that he is out of danger, but has not yet woken up."

Mu Qi said some irrelevant things, stood up, brushed off the gravel on his butt, picked up the two wooden bowls, and walked towards the cooks' camp.

"That's good! Otherwise, General Hua won't be able to report to the Emperor!"

Zuo Nian also stood up and stepped on the raised foothold on the stone pillar, then flew onto the flat top of the stone pillar.

He took out the spying wire from his waist and observed the enemy situation in the distance. There was only a small group of people lying in ambush on the hillside, spying on the movements in the stone forest.

Hua Ye, with his brows relaxed, woke up from his sleep, put his right hand on the wound on his waist that was about to disappear, and climbed up quickly.

"Zuo Nian, Zuo Nian, how is Brother Zuo Nian?"

All the story lines are messed up. How did Chi Xin, who was supposed to appear a month later, suddenly appear here?

"Lie down and don't move!"

An invisible pressure pressed her back onto the straw mat, and Xuzhi's almond-shaped eyes glared at him fiercely.

"Master, it hurts!"

This movement caused the wound that was almost healing to split open again. Tears welled up in her eyes, her lips turned pale, and she cried softly.

"You've lost too much blood twice, and this time you've even damaged your internal organs. Are you still moving? Do you want to die?"

Xu Zhi's eyes, which should have been cold, suddenly became tender as he looked at the little oval face.

The end of his silver hair had turned jet black. Every time he used the secret technique, his eye-catching silver hair would become darker.