Chapter 701 I want to go home

  The spring snow in the north has not yet melted, and the cold wind is blowing on people, freezing to the bone.

   Shao Mingyuan has been hiding in the enemy camp for two days and two nights.

   "General, drink some water." The guard handed over a water bottle.

   Shao Mingyuan waved his hand and rejected the personal guard's proposal.

   The guard held the kettle and sighed inwardly.

   The general has only drank a few sips of water in the past two days, because he was afraid that it would be convenient and frequent, and he would miss the best time to shoot the enemy's head.

   Shao Mingyuan ignored the thoughts of the guards and kept his eyes on the enemy camp.

   A few days ago, he got news that Prince Tazhen of Northern Qi would lead his troops to come to support, and the leader who led Qi people to break through Shanhaiguan and drove straight to the suburbs of Beijing to burn, kill and loot was Prince Tazhen's most proud subordinate.

   Shao Mingyuan came here to find an opportunity to take Prince Tazhen's life.

The Northern Qi people walked in the suburbs of Daliang Jing, which is equivalent to a loud slap in the face from the Daliang people. If he can take the life of Prince Tazhen, the Northern Qi people will know that Daliang is not as vulnerable as they think. The war can end sooner.

  The long ambush made Shao Mingyuan a little stiff, and the thick eyelashes were full of water droplets.

   He gently raised his hand to wipe, suddenly felt a colic in his heart, and couldn't help covering his chest.

   His heart was beating fast, and his eyelids were beating for a while, and Shao Mingyuan suddenly felt deeply uneasy.

   Could something bad happen?

   This time, the enemy is clear and we are dark, and our side has taken the initiative. The problem should not appear here, so is something wrong with Zhaozhao?

   Having gone through countless battles, Shao Mingyuan didn't think this prominent idea was absurd, but believed in such intuition.

   It was this instinct formed in thousands of life-and-death battles that allowed him to avoid many dangers.

   When he thought that Qiao Zhao might be in danger, Shao Mingyuan's calm heart suddenly became chaotic.

   He must return to Beijing sooner!

   The sound of horses' hooves came, and Shao Mingyuan suddenly woke up, watching a group of Qi soldiers galloping with a tall man in his thirties, and the speed slowed down when they reached the gate of the camp.

  The subordinates in the camp greeted him.

   Shao Mingyuan clenched his bow and arrow tightly, looking at the approaching person, his eyes bright as stars.

   Prince Tajin is here!

   Bend the bow and string. When Prince Tazhen appeared at a distance where other people's bows and arrows could not be shot, the bowstring in Shao Mingyuan's hand was loosened, and the arrow flew out like a meteor, hitting Prince Tazhen's forehead.

   Prince Tazhen neighed and jumped wildly.

   Prince Tazhen screamed and fell off his horse.

   Qi people are in chaos.

   Shao Mingyuan nodded slightly at the guard, and the guard immediately took out a signal flare from his arms and threw it into the air.

  Bright colors exploded in mid-air, and it didn't take long before long and low attack horns, deafening horse hooves, and the sound of fighting sounded.

   "Liang" flags fluttered in the cold wind, and countless Liang troops rushed over from all directions.

  The sudden death of Prince Tazhen caused the Qi people to be in disarray for a moment, and the rapid attack of the Daliang army did not leave them the slightest reaction time.

  Daliang fought a beautiful turnaround battle, but the soldiers who should have raised their eyebrows were anxious at the moment.

   Several famous soldiers knelt down in front of Shao Mingyuan: "General, please think twice before you act, it is a serious crime to lead troops back to Beijing without a purpose!"

  Shao Mingyuan in silver armor sat on the horse and said coldly: "Who said I want to lead troops back to Beijing? You all stay, I will go back alone!"

   "General, why are you doing this? The news of our victory will be rushed to the capital for eight hundred miles. You only need to wait for a few days, and the emperor will naturally order you to triumph."

"I can not wait anymore."

   Seeing that the soldiers were still talking, the young general raised his hand: "Okay, you don't have to persuade me any more. My decision is made and I will never change it. Shao Zhi, bring me another horse!"

  Shao Zhi immediately brought a jujube red war horse and stood side by side with the white horse under Shao Mingyuan's crotch.

   "Drive!" Shao Mingyuan grabbed his horse's belly, and the white horse rushed forward with his arrow like a string, and the jujube red horse followed closely.

  The soldiers straightened up and watched the general who led them victorious go away.

   A group of Jinlin guards rushed into the interrogation room, led by the new commander of Jinlin guards, Jiang Yuanchao.

  Jiang Yuan wears an embroidered spring knife on his waist, wearing a flying fish suit, and his red robe looks particularly dazzling in the dark room.

   Seeing the situation inside, he quickly took off his robe and put it on Qiao Zhao, and said sharply, "Kill me!"

  The sound of swords hitting each other came, Jiang Yuanchao bent down and picked up Qiao Zhao, and strode out.

   The stars outside were like daytime. Qiao Zhao was covered by a robe and could not see anything clearly. After the severe pain, even her thoughts were slow and numb. She was unable to move her head in Jiang Yuanchao's arms, and murmured: "Shao Mingyuan—"

  Jiang Yuanchao paused in his footsteps, pursed his thin lips tightly, strode towards the carriage that had long been parked by the roadside, and got into the carriage with Qiao Zhao in his arms.

   It was just a few steps away, but the girl in her arms regained her sanity with her tenacious will.

   "Jiang, Lord Jiang...you put me down..."

  Jiang Yuanchao ignored Qiao Zhao's words and said coldly, "The carriage is bumpy, you are injured and can't stand it."

   "I..." Qiao Zhao's lips moved, and he didn't have the strength to speak again.

  Jiang Yuanchao gave her a deep look and reached out to her waist.

  Qiao Zhao's eyes shrank suddenly.

  Jiang Yuanchao sighed: "Don't worry, I, Jiang Yuanchao, won't do anything like this!"

   In his hand there was a purse embroidered with green-eyed ducks, which was exclusively produced by Miss Qiao.

  Don't ask Qiao Zhao, he directly opened his purse and took out a porcelain bottle, opened the cork, and immediately there was a faint medicinal smell.

   "That's right, right? You don't have to talk, just nod your head if you are."

  Qiao Zhao nodded lightly, his face was as pale as snow under the light of the wall lamp.

   "I'll put some medicine on your hands first, otherwise you won't be able to bear it." Jiang Yuanchao said warmly, fearing that Qiao Zhao's resistance would make the wound even more painful.

  Qiao Zhao's eyelids trembled and he didn't make a sound.

  Jiang Yuanchao grabbed her hand and saw that the girl's fair fingers were dripping with blood, and several fingernails had all turned blood purple, anger flashed from her eyes, and the rest was full of distress.

   He was not used to this kind of torture, but when he thought of how Qiao Zhao was treated in that small dark room just now, the hand holding the porcelain bottle couldn't help but tremble.

   "Don't worry, I will kill those two people who hurt you in a thousand pieces, and I will never make them feel better!"

   A cool and refreshing feeling came from between his fingers, Qiao Zhao closed his fingers slightly, and said softly, "Thank you."

   "I'm late."

  Qiao Zhao stopped talking, and after listening to the voice of the car wheel, he asked after a while, "Are you taking me home?"

  Jiang Yuanchao frowned slightly: "How do you go home like this?"

  Qiao Zhao tried his best to open his eyes to see him.

   "I'll take you medicine and change your clothes first, and then send you back."

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