mtl008 Chapter 91 Rebellious Officials of the Former Dynasty 23
Chapter 91 Rebellious Officials of the Former Dynasty 23
There's no other reason than the sight of the archer's bulging veins on his arm.
Such a man, even with a twelve-strength bow, had his muscles stretched to almost the thickness of a woman's waist; the tall and slender Ling Yi simply could not possibly draw a heavier bow.
It's impossible for her body to be unburdened by these things and easily draw a heavier bow.
He chuckled at his own inexplicable suspicions arising from his concubine, and said coldly, "Investigate for me!"
With someone watching him every day, he couldn't even sleep peacefully.
While he was conducting a chaotic investigation, Ling Yi quietly returned to the Prince Rui's residence.
That day, the candles in the bedroom did not go out as if by unspoken agreement. Xiao Yao sat under the candlelight, looking tenderly at the person returning home late at night: "You're back?"
Ling Yi paused, then gently closed the window: "Mm."
“Don’t go through the window again next time,” Xiao Yao said with a smile. “Lu An keeps saying there are shoe prints on the window, and he suspects our bedroom is haunted.”
Ling Yi glared at him: "Ask whatever you want, don't be so sarcastic!"
Xiao Yao stopped laughing and asked softly, "You went to Xiao Xian's place, right?"
At that moment, he astutely refrained from calling out "Third Brother."
Ling Yi poured herself a glass of water to moisten her throat and said without any attempt to hide her feelings, "Yes, there are people I have to kill there. I need to give them a heads-up before I leave."
Ling Yi's casual words subtly concealed a fact: Xiao Xian himself was among those she wanted to kill.
Xiao Yao pondered for a moment: "Is it the person who sat in the carriage when we entered the city that day?"
When he lifted the carriage curtain that day, he caught a glimpse of a woman's clothing.
Ling Yi was surprised by the little fool's keen insight and nodded: "It's her."
“That was my former master, a descendant of the former royal family. She betrayed us, and I had to kill her.” Ling Yi couldn’t bear to see Xiao Yao so cautious. Seeing his hesitation as if he didn’t know whether he should ask or not, she told him everything about the past.
Xiao Yao breathed a sigh of relief: "I see."
That's good, that's good.
Ling Yi glanced at him with a half-smile: "Then what did you think it was?"
Did they think she was having an affair, or was she still attached to the idea of rebellion?
Xiao Yao quickly shook her head, her beautiful eyes filled with innocence: "I didn't think anything, Your Highness, please don't wrong an innocent person."
Okay, this idiot really thought something was wrong.
If someone who always talks in a disjointed way suddenly starts calling her "Princess," there must be something fishy going on.
Under Ling Yi's all-knowing gaze, Xiao Yao pushed Ling Yi's back into the bathroom: "I'll help you wash up, hey hey hey?"
The young prince, who was being pushed out, shook his head regretfully. He listened to the sound of water through a screen. He was too shy to talk to Ling Yi in person. He simply wanted to help her take a bath, but she refused.
As Ling Yi listened to the little pervert's eight hundred excuses, she could hardly remember how he used to blush when teased.
She shook her head, submerged her face in the warm water, and after a moment blew a few bubbles and let out a muffled laugh.
Let Xiao Xian investigate; she's heading to the northern desert tomorrow!
Let her see what the pristine grasslands are really like!
……
Not so good!
The grand convoy headed north, from summer to autumn, from lush green grass to withered trees.
Ling Yi leaned against a withered tree and blew away a withered yellow leaf that fluttered down in front of her: "Have you ever thought that the northern desert would be like this?"
Xiao Yao, looking as listless as a frostbitten cabbage, said, "I didn't expect that."
He had only heard of the wind blowing through the grass and seeing cattle and sheep in books, and of snow flying in the eighth month of the lunar calendar in the northern regions, but he had never truly experienced it.
It wasn't until the northern wind truly blew the moisture from his skin that he finally understood the meaning of this bitterly cold place.
The people living here experience almost half a winter longer than those in the south, making life much harder for them.
"Do you regret it?" Ling Yi glanced at the dusty little cabbage and asked with a smile.
"No regrets!" Xiao Yao immediately stood up from under the tree, strode across the open space, and then shouted loudly with his hands cupped like megaphones.
The sky and earth were vast and empty, and his voice carried far and wide.
The servants preparing lunch in the camp shook their heads as they watched the prince running wild.
I wonder what the prince was thinking, how could he still be happy in this place?
In the distance, three people, supporting each other as they walked across the vast wilderness, stopped in their tracks upon hearing the faint sounds coming from afar.
"Village chief, listen!"
A look of terror crossed the young man's face: "It's the howling of those barbarians!"
The barbarian tribes of the northern deserts are savage by nature, and it is common for them to howl like wolves on the grasslands after killing someone.
Judging from that excited sound, they've probably slaughtered another village!
Supported by his younger relatives, the old village chief listened intently to the loud shout followed by unrestrained laughter. After a long while, he said, "They are not barbarians, but probably passing caravans or escort agencies."
The younger man paused, taken aback by his words, and asked, "Is that so?"
What normal caravan would howl so loudly? Are they afraid of attracting those cannibalistic barbarians?
“Let’s go take a look!” The old village chief looked at his broken leg and made up his mind.
The three of them helped each other walk toward the convoy, but were locked onto by arrows from hundreds of meters away.
"Village chief, you still say it's a caravan!" The young man was so frightened that his legs trembled.
In the current imperial court, having a few weapons is not a big deal, but having a powerful bow and armor is a matter of execution!
Now that they've stumbled upon this group's good deed, they'll surely be chopped up and thrown here to feed the wild beasts.
"Shut up!" The old man, who had vaguely seen the imperial flag before, squinted and struggled to make out its shape. After a long while, he was overjoyed: "We're saved! The village is saved!"
After saying that, he knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly in the direction of the convoy.
Upon seeing this, one of the guards who had warned the three rode out on horseback a moment later: "Who are you? What brings you here?"
"I am the village chief of Qingshan Village, and this is a junior member of our village." Tears welled up in the old man's cloudy eyes. "We have come here to go to Tongcheng to report on the barbarians' southward raid on hay!"
Thinking of those who had died tragically shortly after tasting the fruits of the autumn harvest, he wept even more bitterly: "My leg was bitten off by wolves on the way. I beg you noble people to grant me a place so that I may accompany you to Tongcheng to report this important matter to the local officials!"
"The barbarians have already slaughtered two villages. Please, sir, help us!"
At this point, he began to kowtow repeatedly.
The old man lied. He didn't want to go to Tongcheng with the troops to let the local officials decide the matter; he wanted these officials to order those damned, incompetent scoundrels to send troops to save their poor people.
"Call them over." Just as the guards were looking at each other in confusion, Lu An's voice rang out.