Tang Yueshan said, "The north city gate has been breached, the Yan Country’s army is attacking, Old Xiao has gone to Ghost Mountain, I took ten thousand troops to assist him, he only left five thousand troops, and asked me to bring back the other five thousand, saying they were going to chase Gongsun Yu."
Gu Jiao sat on the horse, looking at the Jin army on the city tower, ready and waiting, she said, "If that’s the case, then let’s begin."
Tang Yueshan gave her a strange look, "Are you planning to..."
Gu Jiao nodded, speaking the most brazen words in the calmest tone, "There’s no time like the present, attack the city!"
...
The flames of war within Pu City spread for a day and a night.
Although Gongsun Yu gave the order to retreat early, all four city gates were blocked by the troops of Yan Country, and they couldn’t retreat even if they wanted to.
Taoist priest Qingfeng returned to that street and pushed open the door of the shops.
Liao Chen was sitting on the floor of the Grand Hall, leaning against a pillar, with one long leg stretched out on the ground and the other casually bent, a hand resting lightly on a knee.
In his arms, a four-year-old child was sleeping soundly.
Upon hearing footsteps, his long eyelashes fluttered slightly, he opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Taoist priest Qingfeng, who was walking against the moonlight.
His face was very pale, lips without any color.
The murderous aura on Taoist priest Qingfeng faded away.
He said calmly, "I won’t take advantage of your situation, I’ll take your life after the battle is over."
Liao Chen coughed up a mouthful of blood, wiped it casually, and laughed, "Suit yourself."
"You’re severely injured." Taoist priest Qingfeng frowned, walked over, and knelt on one knee in front of him, "Give me your hand."
Liao Chen handed his hand over with a faint smile.
Taoist priest Qingfeng took his pulse, pondered for a moment, and took out a bottle of medicine from his pocket, "Take one."
Liao Chen glanced at the tightly sealed bottle, weakly said, "I don’t have the strength, could you please feed me?"
Taoist priest Qingfeng frowned.
He thought this demon monk was quite annoying.
But he still pulled out the stopper, poured out a brown pill, and fed it into his mouth.
Liao Chen chewed and ate it directly.
The hand Taoist priest Qingfeng was using to untie the water pouch at his waist paused and was withdrawn.
Well, it saved some trouble.
The medicine didn’t take effect that quickly, Liao Chen, after taking it, still leaned quietly against the pillar, thinking of the serious matter, he asked, "Where is Gongsun Yu?"
Taoist priest Qingfeng said, "Someone was faster than me."
Liao Chen: "That girl?"
Taoist priest Qingfeng looked at him strangely, "Hmm?"
Liao Chen opened his mouth, "Ah, slipped out."
"You mean... the commander of Hei Fengqi is a woman?" Taoist priest Qingfeng fell into deep thought, he never guessed in that direction before, for one, he had little experience with women, and two, no one would have guessed that a woman could have such courage.
Liao Chen cleared his throat, awkwardly changed the topic, "How come you didn’t get lost this time?"
Chasing Gongsun Yu without getting lost, he could understand, just follow Gongsun Yu and you won’t lose him as long as you’re not blind.
But coming back was a solo journey after all.
Taoist priest Qingfeng said, "I rode a horse."
An old horse knows the way back home.
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