Soon after the young general had finished his meal.

The cook brought a cup of tea as usual.

He took a sip, and it didn't taste right.

After a while, he felt dizzy.

After staggering a few times, the general knocked over the armor he was hanging beside.

Then fell heavily to the ground.

Before the Shen Hei in front of him came, he saw that the military division called two generals in and quietly carried him up.

I do not know how long it has been.

He heard the chatter of someone chatting in his ear—

"Our princess is really a lucky star. On the day she came, she said that she would bless us to win, and to capture the enemy general alive. You see, isn't this caught?"

"That's right, the princess is really a god. I heard that this morning, the princess followed the cook and a few people to the nearby mountains. Not only did they find wild vegetables, but they also dug up a few ginseng roots, saying that they wanted to make soup for us, which is a blessing! "

"God helps the princess, and he must be on our side. It won't be long before the state of Jin will be defeated by our marquis."

Hearing this, the general propped himself up and pressed his right hand between his eyebrows, still feeling dizzy.

When he moved a little, he heard the chain rattle.

The surrounding cold wind blows, and the heaviness of his head is also dissipated a little!

"Yo, isn't this the general of Jin, you are awake!" There was a laugh from the side.

The young general looked up.

With his deep eyes, he clearly saw that he was locked in a wooden cage.

And those who just spoke were the two guards standing outside.

"You... are from the Qi country." He recognized the armor they were wearing.

The two guards nodded and laughed: "Yes, the Jin army sent you last night in exchange for the safety of your lieutenant general Huang."

"Now it's your turn to be imprisoned here. The former general was reduced to a prisoner, tsk tsk, pitiful."

The young general staggered to his feet, clutching the wooden railing tightly with both hands.

"what?!"

He gritted his teeth, his lips white.

"Huang Tong, this idiot!" The general scolded angrily.

With just his ability, within half a month, the near city will definitely be planted with the flag of Qi by the Marquis of Yongye!

...

Ye Siming's tent.

When the weather turned cold, he asked the soldiers to burn some charcoal fires.

Gu Nuo'er was sitting in his chair, holding a needle and thread, and trying to sew a sleeve for him.

To be honest, this is the first time she has used needle and thread as a female red.

I had never done anything like this before in the palace.

Gu Nuo'er stared at the needle and thread seriously, but Ye Siming, who was standing aside to watch her, frowned.

It seemed more frightened than she was.

He was afraid that she would poke her fingers.

Ye Siming reached out to take the needle and thread: "Give it to me."

Gu Nuo'er turned slightly and avoided his hand.

"No, I said I want to sew it for you, but I want to sew it for you." The girl's tone was uniquely charming.

With her long black eyelashes hanging, she focused on the needle and thread, stitching a little bit.

"That's right, Brother Siming, did the Jin country really send their generals?"

Ye Siming gave a deep hum: "Last night, the general was already locked in the wooden prison."

A sigh appeared on Gu Nuo'er's pink and porcelain-white face.

"Huang Tong must be thankful that he has saved his life now."

"Take a general who has the upper hand in both skill and strategy in exchange for his own safety."

"Although I'm not from Jin, I just think of that general, and I feel a little pitiful for him."

Dedicated to guarding the nearby city, he was assassinated by his own people.

Ye Siming smiled: "If you can't bear it, I'll keep him alive and keep him locked up."