Quick Transmigration Goblin: Don't tease, the villain is turning black

Chapter 219 Eternal Empress, 1V4 Shura Field 57
Quan Jiu touched the tip of his nose inexplicably guilty.

With the battle imminent, Mo Xi dragged her out to fool around with a few people behind his back, which is really unkind.

Feng Zhuo glanced at Moxi coldly:
"Don't watch it, let her rest well."

Moxi covered her with the quilt, and in front of everyone, Guangming Zhengda kissed her on the forehead.

"Sister, sleep well."

……

In a blink of an eye, it was the Battle of Changhuaipo.

As an important military location, Changhuaipo is easy to defend and difficult to attack. If this battle goes well, the battle between Zhou and Yong will almost be settled.

Moxi was wearing a black unicorn armor with a sword hanging around his waist. When the battle drums sounded, the man bowed his head and kissed Quan Jiu in front of hundreds of thousands of troops.

Quan Jiu: "..."

Most of the soldiers in the army are single dogs, you are too much a general.

"Sister, wait for me to come back."

Mo Xi's fingertips caressed her lips, and finally landed in front of her jaw.

Quan Jiu was like an old mother sending her son to school, exhorting:
"be careful."

With a brat, she really became more and more verbose.

But, Mo Xi just loves to hear her rambling.

"Sister, just wait."

He rode away on horseback against the fiery red sunset, and the shadows of one person and one horse dragged on the ground for a long time. After walking ten meters, Moxi turned back to look at the people below the tower, and the corner of his mouth raised a curve when he met Shangquanjiu's gaze.

On the edge of the city wall, a black crow fluttered its wings and made a hoarse cry.

Quan Jiu's heart shuddered inexplicably, and he felt a sudden sense of weightlessness, as if he was walking on flat ground, but his next foot suddenly missed the ground.

She frowned and looked at Mo Xi, but the other party had already turned her head, whipping her horse and running towards the next camp.

She whispered to herself:

"Is it true that I worry too much..."

"It's cold outside, go back first."

Xu Zhu put a long cloak on her.

Quan Jiu cast a grateful look, and seeing the red lotus marks on his brows, she asked doubtfully.

"National Teacher, did you have this birthmark between your eyebrows from birth?"

The fiery red lotus birthmark is so lifelike that it makes the man's skin look like snow.

There was a momentary pause in Xu Zhu's stepping movements, and his tone became much colder:
"No."

Sensing the change in his tone, curiosity flashed across Quan Jiu's eyes, but he didn't ask any further. Xu Zhu made it clear that he didn't want to talk about it, and she didn't need to expose the wound.

She glanced at the red lotus between the man's eyebrows again. The red lotus seemed to grow out of the flesh, it didn't fade, and it didn't look like it was painted...

She secretly wrote down this matter, and planned to send someone to investigate secretly.

.........

Five days later.

Quan Jiu went to the coach's tent to wander around a few times, but still did not receive any news about the end of the Changhuaipo battle.

The people who were sent out seemed to have disappeared, and no information was sent back.

She felt a little uneasy in her heart, and was going to wait another day before going to Changhuaipo in person.

However, on the second day, a fast horse rushed into the barracks.

The bloody soldier fell off his horse, and someone rushed over to help him up immediately.

"Battle...battle report..."

Before he could utter two words, his hands drooped weakly, and he lost his breath.

When Quan Jiu heard the news, he came out of the barracks, snatched the opened letter, and read it with downcast eyes.

"Vice General Zhu rebelled, cooperated with General Zhou Guo, and set up a trap to lure the third prince and five thousand elite soldiers into Weng..."

She saw half of it, and tightly grasped the fingers holding the paper.

"Five thousand soldiers, none survived. The third prince was hit by several arrows and fell off the cliff. His whereabouts are unknown. The Zhou people sent people to search vigorously..."

After reading the letter, Quan Jiu stood silently for a long time with downcast eyes. Just when everyone thought she was dumbfounded because she couldn't bear the blow, she suddenly raised her eyes and looked at the soldiers beside her.

"Do you know the messenger?"

Everyone nodded, all in the color of grief.

"He is the third prince's confidant, and he can be trusted."

Several people looked at her with pity. The kiss before Mo Xi's expedition was enough to prove the relationship between the two, but right now, Mo Xi's life and death are unknown, and there is a high probability that it is more or less ominous...

Quan Jiu was not as hysterical as anyone imagined, she looked back at Jing Chuantang:

"I'm going to Changhuaipo."

Not a discussion, just a notice.

.........

Changhuai Slope sounds like a slope, but it is actually a huge tiankeng canyon.

When Quan Jiu arrived at Changhuaipo, the entire Zhou army barracks was bustling with celebration.

She stared at the spies sent out to inquire about the news:

"Have you heard the news, why did Zhou Jun celebrate?"

The spy bowed his head in silence, as if he dared not speak.

Quan Jiu's tone sank, and an overwhelming sense of oppression struck:
"Say."

The spy lowered his head lower and saluted with both hands:

"...It's...to celebrate the discovery of the third prince's body."

remains.

Quan Jiu's chest sank slightly: "Where is the body?"

She only believed in seeing is believing.

The spy hummed, unable to speak:
"...Empress Zhou ordered that the found remains be cooked in a pot, cut... into slices... and distributed among the soldiers, and executed in public."

Quan Jiu suddenly thought of the "meat" he saw at the dinner tonight.

Feelings of nausea welled up in her heart, and she walked towards Zhou Guo's barracks.

Jing Chuantang stepped forward and stopped her.

"Ajiu, I know you have to go, I can't stop you, but promise me, no matter what you see tonight, don't be impulsive."

When they came out, they only brought a guard of 100 people. Compared with Zhou Guo's hundreds of thousands of troops, it was like hitting a stone with an egg.

Quan Jiu felt her hands and feet were cold, and she heard herself reply:
"it is good."

……

Several people found some sets of Zhou soldiers' clothes to change into, and sneaked into the barracks.

In the execution place, apart from a bloody cross, there was only a pile of white bones.

The soil around the cross was soaked in blood, and the yellow soil was stained dark black.

Quan Jiu stared at the pile of clothes next to the cross...

The black unicorn armor and black robes are exactly the same as the clothes Moxi wore on the day of his expedition.

On the waistband of the robe was a withered peach blossom, which Moxi brought out from the peach grove, and secretly stuck it in her bun when she was sleeping at night.

After being discovered by him, Moxi rested his chin on the pillow with his left hand, retracted his right hand innocently, inserted the flower branch back to his waist, looked at Quan Jiu with a smile in his blue eyes full of starlight, and praised him.

"Sister is so pretty."

What happened that night is still vivid in my mind, but the ridiculously bright young man has quietly disappeared.

Quan Jiu squatted down and took off the withered peach blossom branch. The delicate petals had withered and turned black, and the ring outlined by the hair on his little finger was next to the peach blossom branch.

She maintained this posture for a long time, until the noisy barracks became quiet, Quan Jiu stood up slowly, without looking at the few people behind her.

"Walk."

That night, Quan Jiu returned to Qianqiu Kingdom.

Zhou Guo was still immersed in the joy of victory, and was caught off guard by the news that Qianqiu Guo led troops to attack.

Coach Zhou Guo's heart sank:
"Who is leading the army, Feng Zhuo or Jing Chuantang?"

(End of this chapter)