A small peasant girl who traveled through time and space picked up a war god prince

Chapter 310: Returning Triumphantly Three Years Later

At this time, Mrs. Feng rushed over after hearing the noise and saw the grandfather and grandson typing on the keyboard, with a tense look on their faces. "What are you doing?"

Feng Ningxin ran to the old lady in a delicate voice and said, "Grandma, look, grandpa hit me again."

Madam Feng's voice changed and she asked gently, "Then tell me why your grandfather beat you."

Feng Ningxin pouted and recounted what had just happened. Although Old Madam Feng doted on her granddaughter, she slapped her back with another loud slap, hitting the other half of Feng Ningxin's face. Her face was swollen and Feng Ningxin couldn't believe it. "Grandma, you actually hit me too!"

The old lady angrily scolded: "I am hitting you. It's okay for you to do small things in your daily life, but you dare to do such a big thing. Our Feng family has guarded this border for generations, and we have never thought of selling the land that our ancestors have guarded. But you are so good, not only do you not cherish the hard work of your ancestors, but you even want to destroy it. I think you are really crazy. Come, lock up the young lady. Let her kneel in the ancestral hall to reflect, and don't let her out without my order."

Feng Ningxin: "Grandfather, Grandma, you can't do this."

General Feng and the old lady waved their hands, "Ningwei escorted Feng Ningxin towards the ancestral hall."

Report, 800 miles expedited.

The messenger ran into the imperial study unhindered.

The Emperor stood up from the dragon table and asked, "What happened?"

The soldier gasped and spit out a mouthful of blood. "Your Majesty, the Asuka Kingdom is attacking from the island." General Feng was trapped on the island and I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on for much longer. After saying this, the soldier fainted.

The Emperor: "Come quickly, call the imperial physician."

Princess Yi was fiddling with flowers and plants at home at this time. "Afang, look at my Clivia and see if it's blooming well."

Princess, the flowers you take care of are the most colorful and tempting. This Clivia is blooming beautifully! Suddenly, Princess Yi covered her heart and fell to the side.

Nanny Fang was horrified and said, "Princess, what's wrong with you? Let's get an imperial physician to see you!"

Princess Yi was in a daze for a moment, then stood up straight: "I waved my hands, I'm fine, I just had a sudden heart palpitation. Could something have happened? Where's the prince?"

Nanny Fang replied, "Just now, the Emperor's decree came through the palace, demanding that the prince come to the palace immediately."

Princess Yi always feels uneasy. Come, accompany me to the ancestral hall. When we arrived at the ancestral hall, Princess Yi lit incense, knelt on the futon, and prayed sincerely over and over again, wishing her children and grandchildren peace, happiness, and health.

The soldier in the palace had woken up by now, and King Yi was listening to his report.

The emperor and his court officials were all thinking of countermeasures.

There are barbarians in the north who are eyeing us covetously, and war is imminent. In the south, there is the Feiniao Kingdom attacking us, and we are being attacked from both sides. The barbarians in the north are guarded by the prince.

After hearing the report from the soldier, General Feng has been trapped. Who should be sent to support him?

The King of Wings stepped forward, and the old giant was willing to go.

The emperor waved his hand and said, "Uncle Yi, you are so old, let someone younger go!"

Prince Yi: "Your Majesty, although I am a little old, I am still useful. Let me go!"

At this time, Prince Ling walked in from outside the palace, accompanied by Prince Ling, and they all looked at Prince Yi, "Uncle Yi, have you forgotten me? I have also trained on the battlefield with A Xiao for many years, so I should go!"

King Yi: "But... Yang'er, you, you... you have never led troops into battle by yourself. And this time it is related to a naval battle.

Ling Muyang: "Don't worry, Uncle Yi Wang! I've been through battles with the Crown Prince."

Finally, the Emperor made the final decision and ordered Prince Ling to lead his men to provide support...

Time flies and three years have passed...

Qin Jiaojiao, Siyu, Li Yanan, Qingxuan, these young girls have grown into graceful young ladies. They are just waiting for their fiancés to return victorious from the battles and get married...

Several young girls, accompanied by their maids, chattered and laughed as they entered the bustling market. The streets were bustling with traffic, and shops were lined one after another. Small vendors lined the streets with a dazzling array of goods, their cries interweaving into a vibrant melody. Artisans meticulously crafted exquisite objects, each piece embodying their ingenuity and wisdom. Merchants warmly greeted customers, their faces beaming with satisfaction as they traded.

They work diligently on the land they love, enjoying life and creating a bright future with their own hands. This is the grand scene of living and working in peace and contentment. In the blink of an eye, three years have passed, and our country is better off. Our people now have enough food and clothing.

Suddenly, the sound of galloping horses passed by the window, and the speed of their galloping was like the rapid beat of drums beating in the hearts of the people.

Citizen A: "What happened again? This seems to be a true historical record! Seeing how anxious he is, something big must have happened again..."

Citizen B: "Ah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, stop talking nonsense. Three years have passed and I've heard that the Crown Prince and Prince Ling will be back soon...

The messenger finally entered the capital, and the people lining the streets were captivated by his eager presence. He sat tall and straight on his horse, clutching the document symbolizing victory, and shouted, "Great victory at the border! Our army has returned victorious!" His voice, though hoarse from the long journey, was filled with power. The crowd was startled at first, then erupted in thunderous cheers.

At that moment, the sunlight bathed him in a golden armor. He was no longer just an ordinary messenger, but a messenger of victory, a representative of the heroes of this great war. The news he brought spread like a spring breeze through every corner of the capital, dispelling the long-held worries and gloom, and immersing the entire city in joy and pride.

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The girls were overjoyed when they heard the soldiers shouting, "Great victory at the border!" Victory! Victory!

After three years, I finally got those girls back. I was so anxious that tears filled my eyes.

A few days later, the Crown Prince and his soldiers arrived at the city gate, thirty miles from the capital. The sky above was a brilliant blue, without a single cloud, as if the heavens themselves were smiling in anticipation of the impending event.

Outside the city, yellow sand filled the sky. The sound of horse hooves, approaching from afar, resonated like rumbling thunder, shaking the earth. The crown prince, clad in military uniform, rode atop a towering steed with heroic grace. Behind him were rows of neatly arranged, imposing soldiers. Their armor, though stained with the scars of battle, still gleamed with a resolute radiance in the sunlight. Each face wore a trace of fatigue, but more so, the pride and arrogance of victory.

The moment the troops entered the capital, the silence was instantly broken. The people cheered with joy, and the sound of gongs, drums, and firecrackers resounded through the sky. They waved colorful flags, chanted the names of the Crown Prince and the soldiers, their eyes filled with reverence and gratitude. This was the most sincere welcome the people of the capital extended to the triumphant heroes.

The prince reined in his horse, his gaze slowly sweeping across the seething crowd. His eyes were deep and resolute, a testament to the battles of the borderlands, now even more composed. Recalling the hardships and sacrifices along the way, he felt a mixture of emotions. Every inch of borderland land was soaked with the blood of the soldiers; every battle was a struggle between life and death. With their tenacious will and fearless courage, they repeatedly repelled the enemy, safeguarding the nation's dignity and territorial integrity.