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Chapter 289 Snow in the Twelfth Moon

"The troops have been withdrawn! The Vietnamese troops have withdrawn!"

When the soldiers of Daqi heard the order from the king of Yue, the whole army was boiling!
Looking down from the top of the city wall, you can see the thunder of the military drums, the flying of the banners, and the deafening shouts of killing reaching the blue sky washed by water!
King Yue didn't have time to estimate the loss, didn't have time to take care of Duanmu Yuhan, gritted his teeth, and said loudly - "Drive!" He drove his horse and fled with the defeated general in a hurry!
"kill--"

Seven Tigers held the military flag high and rushed to the forefront bravely. Suddenly, he threw the sharp end of the general flag forward!
The gold-plated "Yue" character on the red-and-yellow military flag flitted across a flamboyant arc in the wind, aiming at the back of a soldier behind King Yue!

The soldier staggered for a moment, before he even had time to hum, he sacrificed the flag with his body.

Under the city wall, all the generals and soldiers of the Great Qi cheered endlessly, their blood boiled into the sky, and the loud celebrations turned into one voice—"The Commander is back! The Commander will win! Great Qi Yongchang!"

The whole city is boiling, and Daqi is blessed.

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In the palace, the flustered figures of maids came and went, and Jimo Ze's room came and went.

During the Battle of Chang'an, the prince collapsed for unknown reasons. He has been in a coma for a day and a night, and there is no sign of waking up.

Ning Guogong, Moze, was the pillar of Daqi. If he falls, what will happen?

The ruling and opposition parties were short of a good doctor offering a national reward to treat the prince's pulse.

It's just that all the famous doctors who have been here said that this is because the prince has moved his true energy. Before he could gather it, for some reason, he was so anxious that his energy and blood flowed backwards, which led to the current unconscious situation.

In the end, Ling Shixi really lost his patience. He pointed at the famous doctor and shouted angrily, "Will it be cured? If not, get out! Don't say things here that are useful or not!"

The famous doctor was so frightened that he quickly picked up the medical kit and fled in a group. Ling Shixi was left in the room, looking at Jimo Ze who couldn't wake up in a dull and sad way, and almost cried, choked up and said: "My lord, you But you must wake up! I will roast a whole lamb for you to eat on the eleventh day! I will also run errands for you! Wake up quickly..."

Seeing Ling Shiyi's appearance, Lan Yi couldn't bear it very much. Her heart moved, and she whispered, "Why don't I ask Yan Qing to come and see the prince?"

"Doesn't Yan Qing still have a prince waiting for her to take care of? In her eyes, there is no prince from my family!"

Ling Shishi was angry with Shui Yan, and even though Mo Ze was unconscious again, he simply let his anger spread on Lan Yi's body.

Seeing that all the good intentions had been ruined, Lan Yi was naturally not in a better mood. With a "hum--", he turned around and left the door, heading for the Governor's Mansion.

Ling Shiyi regretted it, and wanted to chase after him to apologize to Lan Yi, but he glanced at Jimo Ze, whose face was as pale as a sheet of paper, and stopped in his tracks, hesitating to speak, watching the figure in Lan Yi, wiping his tears, turn around the door , disappeared without a trace.

Inside the Governor's Mansion.

In the flower tent, Duanmu Yuhan was also lying on Shuiyanqing's boudoir bed.

He, too, was pale and did not wake up.

As for the current place where he can hide, apart from the Governor's Mansion of Shui Yanqing who has just made meritorious service, there is probably no other place in Chang'an City that is more suitable for him to recuperate.

Shuiyan couldn't trust the maid in the mansion, so she and Yingge took turns taking care of Duanmu Yuhan.

When Lan Yi broke into the door wiping her tears, it happened that Shui Yanqing was applying a wet towel to Duanmu Yuhan's pale forehead.

Her movements were very gentle and careful, for fear that it would aggravate his condition.

But it was interrupted by Lan Yi's heavy sobs, and her hand paused slightly.

"Blue clothes, what's wrong?"

Shui Yanqing frowned and asked softly.

"Yan Qing...Yan Qing, are you really not going to see the prince? The prince...the prince...has no sign of waking up at all."

Lan Yi didn't say a word about Ling Shiyi's yelling at her. She knew that Yan Qing was already embarrassed enough, and she didn't want Yan Qing to worry about her affairs anymore.

"What did you say? Jimoze hasn't woken up yet?!"

Shui Yanqing panicked, the medicine soup bowl in the other hand splashed dark soup all over the floor, and the worry in her eyes was clearly visible.

"I'm going to cook a bowl of ginseng soup for the young master."

Seeing that the medicinal soup had been overturned, Yingge turned around and went to cook another bowl of ginseng soup for Duanmu Yuhan.

"Yingge, if you can help me take care of Yuhan for a while, I'll come as soon as I go."

Shui Yanqing hesitated for a moment, looked at Duanmu Yuhan worriedly, and asked.

The doctor who had just left said that Duanmu Yuhan just hit the trauma with his palm, which caused both Qi and blood loss, but did not hurt the internal organs, and he would wake up after careful treatment.But now Jimoze has been unconscious for some unknown reason, and her heart seems to be on fire.

"Yan Qing, you go. I am here, and I can ensure the safety of the young master. Don't worry."

Does Yingge not know Shui Yanqing's mood in her heart, she knows that even if the person who keeps Shui Yanqing is here to take care of the young master, she is afraid that she will not be able to keep her heart.

After following Shui Yanqing for such a long time, Yingge still knows every bit of her likes and joys.

"Okay. Lanyi, Yingge, and Yuhan, I'll leave it to you. Please don't let others find him here, otherwise, his life will be in danger."

Shui Yanqing was faintly worried, but she couldn't stop her desire to see Jimo Ze.

She took a deep look at Duanmu Yuhan, he slept peacefully, as peaceful and beautiful as a painting.

After all, she still owed Duanmu Yuhan.

"Yan Qing, go. We are here, so you don't have to worry."

Yingge smiled lightly, said softly, turned around and went to cook ginseng soup.

Shuiyan tilted the quilt for Duanmu Yuhan, and carefully instructed: "The doctor said his wound has not fully healed, so he can't act violently. If he wakes up, remember to remind him."

"Okay, okay, let's go."

Lan Yi urged Shui Yanqing, pushed her all the way to the door, and gave her a reproachful look.

Shui Yanqing took a deep look at Duanmu Yuhan's profile in the flower tent, leaned against the door rail, lowered her eyes and sighed softly, turned around, and ran towards the Wangfu.

The sound of her footsteps was very urgent, and they spread into the room one by one, causing Lan Yi to sigh softly: "It's so anxious, how worried it is."

The moment Lan Yi turned around, she didn't see it, but Duanmu Yuhan gently opened his eyes, looking at the direction where Shui Yan had just left at the door, staring for a long time, his eyes were full of indescribable loneliness...

It was already the twelfth lunar month of winter, and sporadic white snowflakes floated outside the window at the right time, sprinkled in the cold air, and Duanmu Yuhan's expression became a bit miserable as the snowflakes fell.

Yan Qing, after all, you still love him more, don't you?
(End of this chapter)