"After settling down in two days, I will prepare a decree for the prince. When the supplies from the Northern Qi Dynasty arrive at Jinling, I will ask him to deliver them. My dear friends will discuss how to deal with them."

"Your Majesty, Holy Might!"

The night passes like flowing water.

Get up in the morning with the cock crow.

Along with the sound of slogans in the military camp, Zhang Junlin slowly opened his eyes and closed them again.

So tired.

After pulling out the poison in the middle of the night, I felt like my body was hollowed out and I couldn't even eat.

Fortunately, Miss Su took care of him and fed him a bowl of millet porridge, so that he would not go to bed hungry.

But now, he was hungry and tired and really didn't want to move.

"Your Highness, wake up!"

Bai Zhi's loud voice shook his closed eyelids open.

The chubby girl was buried in a pile of white paper money and gold ingots.

"The Grand Master just sent someone to deliver paper money. Is your relative dead and you want to burn the paper?"

"Well... that's right."

Zhang Junlin thought that he had something serious to do, and finally forced himself to sit up.

She coaxed Bai Zhi to help him beg for a bowl of rice and porridge. After drinking it, she had the strength to walk, so she found a fire stick to support it, carrying a large bag of paper money, and stepped on it with one foot deep and one shallow. Holding on to the knee-high weeds, he walked toward the cemetery not far to the west of the military camp.

Dawn had just broken, and heavy dark clouds blocked the morning light.

The shack inhabited by a group of refugees faces the grassland newly engraved with the name "Liang Zhongchen".

In the shack, Xiang Yuqi, who had eaten, drank and was ready, was sitting on a dead wood pile and had been waiting for a long time.

Step by step.

Seeing the weak Zhang Junlin getting closer and closer, he was within a distance that could kill him with a single sword blow.

Xiang Yuqi stood up.

Whoosh!
Chapter completed!