After the avatar is reborn

The city was quiet, after a massacre, women, children, old and young were locked together.

When they were in despair, they never saw Xiao Yun and Ji Xuerong, and it was Ji Lingyu who rescued them in the end.

Everyone knew that Ji Xuerong went to discuss peace with Yelu. At this time, Ji Lingyu said to everyone: "His Royal Highness was ambushed by the Hu people, and now he is missing. General Xiao is safe and sound. I hope you can rest assured."

All the old and young women and children were released, and the city was in a bleak state. Ji Lingyu led troops to help maintain order in the city.

Yelu's soldiers were controlled by Ji Lingyu who came back in time. Ji Lingyu passed the news to Shengjing, including how he escaped and how he saw through the tricks of the Hu people to stop Tucheng. Finally, he wrote the news that Ji Xuerong might be captured.

The fire was flickering, but the blood was still not dry, Ji Lingyu only glanced at it with a calm expression.

"The soldiers sent by my father are already on the way, and when the time comes, General Xiao and your group of remnant soldiers don't need to stay any longer."

"General Xiao hasn't thought it through yet? If you don't reveal the whereabouts of Third Brother, maybe I'll attack your subordinates first."

Shen Yi at the side was bound and kneeling on the ground, most of the battalion was replaced by Ji Lingyu's personal soldiers and Hu soldiers sent by Yeluqi.

Xiao Yun's injury has not been treated yet, there is no chain on his wrist, sitting opposite Ji Lingyu, his face is pale, and his deep eyes are like two abysses.

All the clues can be connected at this time.

Inviting Ying to go to the river valley, specially brought a group of their own soldiers, who saw Ji Lingyu trapped in the arrow pit with their own eyes... in order to dispel their doubts.

Judging by the token, the corpse at the bottom of the arrow crater may have been prepared from the beginning.

Yelu negotiated a peace for no reason, and there has been no movement for a month. It is impossible for the Hu people to know about the defense in the city... But Ji Lingyu, as the seventh prince, cooperated with the Hu people inside and outside.

The answer is obvious, Ji Lingyu and Yeluqi... It was Ji Xuerong's idea from the very beginning.

Xiao Yun was fed poison, and now his blood gradually turned black, and the wound on his waist and abdomen was soaked in black blood, which was shocking to the eye.

"Third brother is holding your tiger talisman. You shouldn't be able to run far. There should be someone in the city who knows the whereabouts of third brother."

There was a chill in Ji Lingyu's eyes, and he smiled and said, "General Xiao, I need to trouble you to suffer some flesh and blood."

Ji Lingyu went out of the tent and asked the guard, "Have you caught anyone?"

The guard lowered his head slightly and said: "No, when the subordinate came down, the mansion was empty, and the Prince's guards and servants were also gone."

"If you can't find it, search from house to house. It doesn't matter whether Fang Dingrong lives or dies. The other one must be brought back alive."

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The setting sun was bloody at the end, and Ji Xuerong felt pain in his limbs, and there was a strong smell of blood in front of his nose, the bead crown was stained with blood and scattered on the ground, and in front of him was the magnified face of a soldier.

What caught the eye was a shocking crimson.

He was pressed at the bottom by the soldiers' corpses, because there were still soldiers guarding him, for five whole days, he never moved, maintaining the same posture all the time.

Beads of blood hung on the eyelashes, and a layer of frost condensed on them. In the middle of the night on the fifth day, his body was already on the verge of stiffness, and he heard the conversation of several soldiers.

"His Royal Highness ordered to search for all these corpses. Let alone tens of thousands of corpses here, how can we find them?"

"We have been guarding here for five days. There are no living people here. Every night I feel a little panicked."

"Let's go, let's go, His Royal Highness invited us to drink today, come back after drinking and continue to watch."

Several soldiers pushed and shoved away, leaving only one soldier guarding the spot.

Ji Xuerong's eyes reflected the frozen faces of a dozen soldiers with long arrows stuck in their bodies, and these soldiers stood in front of him without hesitation.

One of them was a soldier who had a broken leg and sat on his horse last time.

Ji Xuerong's eyes were dry, and his knuckles moved slightly, but he just moved, and the soldier standing by looked in this direction.

"Strange, why do I feel weird."

The soldier walked over with a halberd hesitantly.

The moonlight was rendered crimson by the desert, and half of the cloud was also infected. Carrion corpses were piled up together, and tens of thousands of corpses were dying.

With a sound of "Puff", a dagger pierced through the soldier's heart. The soldier had no time to make a sound, and his expression maintained a shocked and terrified expression.

The hand holding the dagger was cold, white and blue, and a bright and vivid face came into view, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.

Ji Xuerong's body was staggering, and the long arrow piercing through his arm made him almost lose his strength.

He buried the soldier's body at the deepest point, and then holding the dagger, his figure disappeared at the end of the pile of corpses.

"Fang Dingrong, when will I see Your Highness?"

Nianqiao asked several times a day.

Now that there are their search warrants all over the city, Nianqiao has no choice but to disguise herself as a woman.He had several Jiujiu pierced on his head, and his face was painted with makeup, making him look like a pretty little lady.

Fang Dingrong beside him looks like a taciturn rough husband.

Nianqiao was so worried that he didn't eat a good meal and couldn't sleep well for several days. He poked Fang Dingrong, wanting Fang Dingrong to answer him.

"Your Highness will be fine, right, you say."

Fang Dingrong gave a "hmm" and said to him, "We can pass today, just avoid the guards."

"General Xiao is in Ji Lingyu's hands now, and Shen Yi is also there, will something happen to them?" Nian Qiao was a little worried about the soldiers in the army.

Sitting next to Nian Qiao, Fang Dingrong saw that Nian Qiao's chirp was crooked, he turned the chirp on Nian Qiao's head back, met those clear eyes, and lied for a long time.

"There are still many personal soldiers of General Xiao in the army, don't worry, the Seventh Prince can't embarrass them."

Nian Qiao didn't understand these things, he was a little relieved when he heard this.

If he didn't eat much, he would get dizzy if he walked too much. He took a bite of the hard pancake, his cheeks puffed up, and he tried hard to swallow the food.

After eating, he asked, "Fang Dingrong, when are we going to find His Highness?"

Although his feet hurt a little now, it is more important to find His Highness, he is worried that Ji Xuerong has something wrong.

Fang Dingrong ate the big cake in two or three strokes, without making a sound, but holding his ankle.

Nianqiao looked at him inexplicably.

"what are you doing?"

Then his shoes were taken off.

Nianqiao's skin is fair, and his feet are smaller than those of ordinary boys. The arches of the feet are slightly tight, and the round toes are huddled together, curled up and hidden behind each other.

There were several blisters on the soles of his feet, Nianqiao took a look, he poked it himself, and then let out a cry, he didn't feel it when he was walking, but it hurts when he touched it now.

Nianqiao looked at Fang Dingrong with tears in his eyes, his mouth was pursed and he was slightly aggrieved.

Fang Dingrong looked down at him, frowned, held his ankle and put his foot in his arms, and took a sharpened branch from the side.

"Will it hurt?" Nianqiao struggled a little, but Fang Dingrong grabbed his feet tightly, and Fang Dingrong didn't let him move.

Fang Dingrong poked the soles of his feet several times, and then applied a layer of medicine to cover his feet.

Nianqiao hugged the dumpling on one side, because the dumpling had lost a lot of weight due to running around for days, he couldn't help but look at it a few more times, feeling a little bit reluctant.

Tuanzi has been with him for a while, but the prince brother doesn't know if he has anything to eat.

If the prince's elder brother has no food to eat, the dumplings can only be given to the prince's elder brother as rations.

Tuanzi seemed to notice the little master's eyes, moved his ears, and bit Nianqiao's finger.

The next part of the journey was Nianqiao, Fang Dingrong carried him on his back for a while, they took a long detour, this place is near the edge of Yincheng, and there are remote villas nearby.

This is the side of Baichi Mountain, and there is a small mountain with many hidden caves on the mountain.

Nianqiao didn't know how Fang Dingrong knew the way. It had rained on the mountain for the past two days, the air was humid, and the rain washed away the traces they left behind.

In front of the cave, Fang Dingrong put him down and said to him: "Your Highness is inside, this is the place I originally agreed with His Highness."

Nianqiao didn't care about the pain in the soles of his feet, the cave was damp and cold, and the blood on the ground was dripping. He first saw the sharp dagger, and then he saw the person.

"Your Highness—"

When Ji Xuerong heard Nianqiao's voice, she immediately let go of her stretched fingertips, and a familiar figure was vaguely reflected in her eyes.

The blood was solidified together, and Ji Xuerong's condition is not very good now.

He was shot by arrows in his arm and next to his heart, the blood was solidified on the black robe, and he couldn't see clearly, and his breath was very weak.There was an abnormal blush on that cold and beautiful face, and the wound was completely festered because the wound had not been treated in time, and the bloody and corrosive atmosphere was intertwined all around.

When Ji Xuerong heard Nianqiao's voice, she subconsciously wanted to catch him, but remembering the smell of blood on her body, she withdrew her hand again.

"Your Highness." Nianqiao's nose turned sour, tears welled up in his eyes, he originally wanted to throw himself into Ji Xuerong's arms, but when he noticed Ji Xuerong's injuries, he stopped embarrassingly.

He just hugged Ji Xuerong vainly, he had a lot of things to say in his heart, now seeing Ji Xuerong he relaxed a little, and focused on Ji Xuerong's wound.

"Your Highness, you haven't taken care of your injuries. I brought medicine, but I don't know if I can use it. Wait, I'll call Fang Dingrong over here."

Nianqiao was a little anxious, he turned around and wanted to leave again, but Ji Xuerong grabbed his wrist.

Ji Xuerong's fingers were cold, not like the body temperature that a normal person should have, and she pulled him back.

"Don't go yet, Qiaoqiao." Ji Xuerong's voice was slightly hoarse.

Nianqiao then stopped moving, and he was afraid of bumping into Ji Xuerong's wound, so he murmured, "Your Highness, the injury should not be delayed, don't move around, be careful that it will hurt if you touch the wound."

"Fang Dingrong can sew wounds. Is Your Highness hungry? I still have two cakes with me, both of which are reserved for Your Highness."

Nian Qiao touched Ji Xuerong's head while talking, he looked at Ji Xuerong, but Ji Xuerong was not looking at him, he looked at Ji Xuerong's eyes, and moved closer to look at him, and then Ji Xuerong looked at him.

"Your Highness, what's wrong with your eyes." Nianqiao asked nonchalantly.

He touched Ji Xuerong's head, it was hot, and he still had a fever.

Nianqiao felt that there was no delay, he said: "Your Highness, let me go first, let's take a look at the wound first."

He added in a low voice: "I won't leave, I'll just stand by and guard Your Highness."

After he said so much, Ji Xuerong just held his wrist, and he wanted to persuade him, but he felt his shoulders sink, and Ji Xuerong passed out.

He was still holding onto his wrist firmly when he passed out.

Ji Xuerong's hands are very beautiful, but now the hands are full of small wounds, filled with mud and blood, and the thin joints firmly hold Nianqiao's wrist.

Like holding on to the only supporting driftwood.