Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

The ground in the distance seemed to be shaking. As time passed, the tremors became clearer and stronger.

In confusion, someone shouted.

"Look! Reinforcements are coming!"

The people above and below the city followed the sound and saw a huge dust mist rising from the sky. It was unclear how many people were coming.

Suddenly, the Qi troops on the city wall crowded to the top of the wall, waved their arms vigorously, and burst into cheers.

The Zhou army below the city was shocked. They had just lost their food and fodder and destroyed their camp yesterday. They wanted to capture Tuyang City quickly, but now the commander was dead and reinforcements from Qi were ushered in. Just look at the raised The dust covered the sky and the sun, and there seemed to be thousands of troops...

How can we fight this battle without a coach and supplies?

Many soldiers of the Zhou army panicked. They didn't know whether they should continue fighting or evacuate quickly before reinforcements arrived.

They watched and looked at each other, but no one dared to stand up and take charge of the overall situation, and no one dared to bear the consequences regardless of the cost.

Just when he was hesitating and undecided, he heard a scream.

The soldiers were startled and looked out to see General Guo being shot through the throat with an arrow. He fell off his horse with his eyes wide open.

Looking again, the gate of Tuyang City was already wide open, and countless Qi troops poured out. Qi troops were standing everywhere on and under the city, as well as reinforcements that were about to arrive.

Looking at this situation, it is obvious that they are attacking from both sides.

Someone in the crowd shouted to retreat.

There was no time to figure out who was shouting. Just hearing a clear sound, everyone found their direction in an instant. No matter what, there was only one thought in their mind, which was to run.

Whenever one person runs, there will be a second, a third... and more and more people will follow.

Arrows were chasing after him one after another, and the army on the other side was approaching little by little.

Everyone is afraid of running slowly and falling behind others.

However, there was no order to withdraw the troops, and the soldiers fled in all directions. The situation became a mess, and even countless people were trampled to death and wounded while fleeing.

Liang Huan rode his horse and chased after Yu Wenke. He only stared at Yu Wenke's few cronies. He nocked arrow after arrow and shot out arrow after arrow. The arrows were all coated with poison. As long as the arrow hit, , will definitely die.

They had already lost their commander, and now they lost their leaders one after another. The Zhou army was completely defeated while fleeing.

Liang Huan felt indescribably happy as he watched those Zhou soldiers who killed people for fun falling to the ground and died one by one in the martial arts field in the past.

"Mother--"

Someone was chasing after me.

Liang Huan shot the last arrow, looked back, and twitched the corner of his mouth. He was only focused on shooting the arrow happily, and he didn't realize that he had left the Qi army soldiers and Tu Yangcheng far behind.

"Your Majesty, don't press against the enemy. Don't chase me any further!"

Zhao Yan was riding a horse with an anxious expression.

Liang Huan looked at the other side, and Wang Tingyue and Xiao Wu were also coming over.

She smiled sheepishly at a few people and was thinking about what to say when she saw Zhao Yan jump off the horse and solemnly bow to the ground with fists clasped in his hands.

"Thank you so much for relieving Tu Yang's troubles."

As he spoke, he touched his forehead to the ground and kowtowed three times.

With such a great gift, Liang Huan's face turned red, and she quickly got off the horse and tried to help him up.

"General Zhao, please wake up quickly. You really don't have to do this. Compared with your usual troop formations, what I did is just a little trick..."

Zhao Yan shook his head and said seriously: "Your Majesty, please don't be modest. Laws are fixed, but soldiers are unpredictable. The beauty of using them lies in your concentration. Your Majesty is clearly familiar with military books and knows the art of war."

Liang Huan's face burned even more, she felt very guilty, and looked at Wang Tingyue as if asking for help.

Wang Tingyue smiled knowingly, nodded, stepped forward and held Zhao Yan's arm.

"General Zhao, in my opinion, we should return to the city as soon as possible. When Zhou Jun comes to his senses and realizes that he has been deceived, in case of a comeback, we are afraid that we will have to make further plans."

Zhao Yan knew it in his heart, so he stopped worrying and bowed to Liang Huan again before getting up.

Liang Huan got on his horse and just sat down, holding the reins, when he turned his head and saw a carriage coming this way.

Several people who were about to leave on horseback also stopped.

Apparently, they all saw it too.

Zhao Yan frowned, confused and worried.

Liang Huan's heart moved, and she smiled and said to Zhao Yan: "Don't worry, General Zhao, he should be here to find me."

Turning his head again, he met Wang Tingyue's eyes. When their eyes met, they already knew each other well.

Wang Tingyue nodded lightly and said, "In that case, I will return to the city first."

Then he turned to Zhao Yan and said, "General Zhao, let's go back first."

Zhao Yan was a little confused. He looked at Liang Huan and then at Wang Tingyue. Zhou Jun had just left and might come back at any time. If they didn't return to the city together at this time, how could they let the Queen stay alone? How could she go back with the Lord? Explain?

"You go back, there is a lonely person here."

Liang Huan turned around and saw Gao Qian and Mu Shan.

Seeing this, Zhao Yan left with Wang Tingyue.

Although Wang Tingyue didn't speak, Liang Huan could understand the last look he gave her, saying goodbye to her.

When the carriage approached, Zhao Yan and the others were already far away.

The carriage stopped, and a man with a face as white as a crown jade and white clothes as white as snow came out from behind the curtain.

Liang Huan knew that it was impossible to see who was coming from the city wall.

She hurriedly took two steps forward and reached out to help him: "Why are you here?"

Not only was there no intimacy as expected, but the tone was very fierce.

Yu Wenjue held her hand and frowned.

Gao Qian, who had been silent all this time, twitched the corners of his lips, and his lonely mood improved a little for no reason.

Compared with what she said to Yu Wenjue, it seemed like her own words, 'Your Majesty won't leave yet? '

It doesn't seem unacceptable.

Liang Huan looked at Yu Wenjue worriedly. She knew the injuries on his body best. She had only been recuperating for a few days. How could she dare to walk around? He was really dying?

Yu Wenjue narrowed his eyes and looked at the person in front of him carefully. His hair was scattered, his face was stained with dirt and blood, and his coarse clothes were even more dirty. When he lowered his head, even his hands were scratched by something unknown.

He raised his hand to straighten her hair and sighed slightly: "I'll take you back."

Hearing what he said, Liang Huan felt extremely uncomfortable.

She knew that many things required his help behind the scenes.

Liang Huan's eyes were sour: "I'm sorry for making you worry again."

Yu Wenjue's dark eyes looked at her quietly, with a slight smile on his face. He raised his hand and gently stroked her hair: "It's really worrying."

Shocked to realize that there was an outsider present, Liang Huan's face turned red, and thinking about the injury on his arm, he quickly grabbed it in his hand to prevent him from moving.

Yu Wenjue squeezed her hand and smiled: "It doesn't matter."

Looking past Liang Huan, he looked at the person who had a cold face since he appeared.

Feeling Yu Wenjue's gaze, Liang Huan also looked over, and found that Gao Qian's eyes had been staring at their clasped hands.

Inexplicably, she felt embarrassed and tried to pull her hand away, but was held tightly.

When he raised his eyes again, the eyes he met were dark and deep.

Both familiar and unfamiliar.

Like him, but not like him.

Instinctively, a chill ran down her spine.