Yellow sand all over the sky hit, and the flying flags inside the camp were raised, making a sound.

In a camp, Mr. Yu paced back and forth, and his mother was lying on the bed. During the battle that day, Mr. Yu hid far away until noon. He dared to go to the side to look around. He wanted to ask Guo Xiaojiu to die, but deep down in his heart, he was even more afraid of such a person.

At that glance, he knew that the battle situation must be extremely tragic. He saw Yu Fengyi, lying in the yellow sand with his knees in his arms, trembling constantly, and hurried to his mother's side to investigate the situation.

Before he could make any moves, the charming woman in white dress who had just glanced at him quickly, seemed to be named Yunyan, so she stopped him.

I heard that Yunyan was the woman of the Turkic Khan who died very early. He was secretly shocked in his heart. Did the Turkic Khan die on this woman's belly?

This charming woman of similar age walked to his mother's side, reached out to Yu Fengyi's forehead, and gently tapped her jade finger. Yu Fengyi finally stopped trembling, but she also lost consciousness.

At first he thought his mother had left him, but he couldn't help but burst into tears.

She was not dead yet, crying so sadly, can't hope that she would die soon? Yunyan teased this way.

When he heard that his mother was not dead, Mr. Yu was a little stunned at first, and hurriedly looked over his breath. It was indeed still breathing. After that, he carried Yu Fengyi on his back, followed Yunyan, and walked back to the Turkic camp.

Shortly after noon, Yunyan ordered the call to withdraw the troops.

For several days, Yu Fengyi showed no sign of awakening. Yunyan came across several times. Every time she came, there was a young man dressed in extremely weird clothes following Yunyan. I heard that the young man was named Huangfu, who came from Jiannan Road, Xishu.

He didn't like that Huangfu very much because he occasionally heard that Huangfu traveled thousands of miles to Yunyan, killing all the way, and almost died in Longdong City. Only then did he get Yunyan's favor and stay by her side and become a deadpool.

To put it bluntly, after all, he is a servant. How can he be worthy of such a noble woman? Yunyan may be the only handsome young man like him. Mr. Yu thought so.

What a pity, Yunyan refused to even look at him directly. The words he said to him were only less than a slap in his face. But he still felt that this woman was very fond of him. If one day she could press this woman under her,

Beauty is ultimately insignificant.

After the Traveling Soul Castle repelled the attack of the Turkic barbarians that day, the Turkic barbarians did not advance again. Therefore, this gave the Traveling Soul Castle a good chance to breathe.

The Tang soldiers stationed around him who were ordered by the Imperial Capital Army also came to the Wandering Soul Castle one after another in the past few days, and gradually formed a huge encirclement of the Turkic barbarian camps.

As for when to counterattack, no exact order was issued.

However, it is a matter of time before these Turkic barbarians make dumplings and massacre them in this desert. What good end can we end up invading our territory in the Tang Dynasty?

Outside the city of Youhun Castle, there was another group of Tang soldiers with about 3,000 people. These Tang soldiers were well-equipped. The guards guarding the city took a look and kept glanced at them. They still secretly guessed in their hearts, which general they belonged to?

The leader was a middle-aged swordsman. After a few careful look, he turned out to be Liu Binke, the first master of swordsmanship in Luoyang Palace. He just ordered two Luoyang divine guards to enter the city, and the soldiers gave in and stopped outside the Wandering Soul Castle.

Above the heads of many Luoyang divine guards, there was a charming girl wearing a yellow long skirt and holding a short sword in her hand. The girl was Pei Hongluan, and under her crotch was the big fat crane that kept circling around in the air and refused to stop.

He vaguely saw the two previous divine guards in the city, who had already returned, and there were many people following him. Pei Hongluan hurriedly pressed the short-gun head and signaled it to stop.

The low-mouthed one was still in high spirits, of course she would not be obedient, but Pei Hongluan slapped it on the forehead, making it sway and almost fell into the military formation. Only then did she realize that this woman seemed to be unable to disobey her ideas.

Forced to have no choice but to fall to Liu Binke's side obediently.

Liu Binke turned around and nodded at Pei Hongluan on the crane, but did not say anything. The whole city of Luoyang knew that Liu Binke and the woman in the Guanjian Tower, the future Princess of Luoyang, were not at all dealing with.

If it weren't for the reason of his identity, Liu Binke would have been able to fight Pei Hongluan long ago.

Humph! Pei Hongluan didn't say anything. After her feet landed on the ground, Liu Binke could only see her back. Then he stuck out his tongue, revealing his cute and playful appearance on weekdays.

After a while, the crowd walked out of the city. Behind the two Luoyang divine guards, Zhou Ziheng was at the forefront. His prince had suffered a lot these days. When he saw Pei Hongluan, who had not seen him for a long time and he really missed him, Zhou Ziheng couldn't help but feel a sore nose. He ignored the people behind him and hurriedly ran towards Pei Hongluan.

Hongluan, you are here. If you don’t come again, I might not see you. Zhou Ziheng grabbed Pei Hongluan’s hand and couldn’t help crying.

He pulled out his hand and tiptoed to touch Zhou Ziheng's head. Pei Hongluan didn't think anything was wrong, and he ignored Liu Binke's rolling eyes behind him. He scolded softly: Tell, you didn't have you quietly ran out of Luoyang to end up like this. Look, you have endured hardships.

He lowered his head slightly, and then he realized that Zhou Ziheng's chest was wrapped tightly with bandages. He couldn't help but be curious and reached out and clicked on it: Ziheng, you have invested a lot, and you can't tell what you did at all.

Alas! Zhou Ziheng took a deep breath in pain, hurriedly took two steps back, reached out to stop him and said: This is true, true, what a fake, I, the prince of Luoyang, how could I do that kind of thing? This is the wound I left behind when I was fighting with the Turkic barbarians on the top of the city that day?

Oh? Really? Pei Hongluan looked at him a few more times, and he really felt that Zhou Ziheng might not seem to be lying this time: Ziheng, I did not read you wrongly. I knew you were a good man. How about it? I was so scared that I was not pissed on my pants?

Of course not! After answering Pei Hongluan's words, he felt something was wrong. Zhou Ziheng hurriedly waved his hand: What, I am the prince of Luoyang,

OK OK OK Xiaojiu? Why didn’t he see him come out? Pei Hongluan knew Zhou Ziheng’s temperament, so she was too lazy to listen to his nagging. If this guy got nagging, it would be impossible for him to stop it in just a few hours, so he reached out to stop it.

Ah? Zhou Ziheng blinked quickly, and his mind suddenly became blank.

At the right time, the people who accompanied Zhou Ziheng out of the city earlier approached him.

The two Luoyang divine guards returned to the queue. The servants who followed Zhou Ziheng out of the city also guessed that these people must have come to the Luoyang Palace and kept taking the corner of their eyes and glanced at them.

Yuanba did not follow Zhou Ziheng out of the city. According to him, if the Turkic barbarians do not retreat, he will have no reason to retreat. When will these Turkic barbarians under the city be buried in the desert or retreat to the Turkic grassland? When will he return to the mountain and continue to do his original activities and become his leader of the bandits.

As if he noticed something wrong, Pei Hongluan frowned and slapped Zhou Ziheng on the wound: You are talking?

Alas, aunt, be gentle. Zhou Ziheng hurriedly covered his wound, his eyes dodged, and he didn't dare to look at Pei Hongluan's direction again, and happened to see Liu Binke looking here.

Uncle Liu, you are here too, why don’t you talk to me? Uncle Liu, is my father okay recently?

Go back to the little master, it’s very good. Liu Binke clasped his fists slightly and replied to Zhou Ziheng.

Before Zhou Ziheng could walk a few more steps forward, he felt a slender jade hand tightly grasping the back of his back. In an instant, drops of sweat dripped from Zhou Ziheng's forehead.

Is it true that Xiaojiu had been slapped by the Turkic barbarian? Pei Hongluan actually cried out, crying while talking.

Stop and stop, my aunt, no, Xiaojiu ran away with Ning Buer. I don’t know where he went. Zhou Ziheng hurriedly turned around, spread his hands and explained helplessly.

Liar. Pei Hongluan pouted, but tears still fell.

My aunt, Xiaozu, when did I deceive you? Zhou Ziheng secretly prayed in his heart: Xiaojiu, no matter where you are now, really, don’t die, otherwise I will not be able to explain. And Ning Buer, although I don’t like you very much, you must remember that Xiaojiu’s life is as important as yours, and more important than yours.

I was going to find him. Pei Hongluan said, hurriedly wiped away his tears, and said that he was about to go in the direction of the low oil.

Zhou Ziheng was speechless for a while. Who did he provoke whom?
Chapter completed!