Chapter 130: Back on track, Lan Yu still did it
Chapter 130 Back on track, Lan Yu did it again
A quarter of an hour later, the three of them were laughing and talking happily.
Liu Heiying walked out of the hut, followed by the limping Ortai.
Compared to before, he has aged a lot.
He doesn't look like a young man of eighteen or nineteen, but more like a sloppy middle-aged man in his thirties.
His clothes were tattered, his beard was untidy, and his eyes were dull.
Only the bandages on his legs were translucent white, and filled with a strong herbal scent.
Seeing him like this, Lu Yunyi's smile instantly faded and turned cold. He looked at Li Qingfei sharply:
"What's going on? Didn't I tell you to take good care of them?"
Li Qingfei was still drinking and hadn't reacted.
Lin Jianing, who was not good at talking, quickly spoke and lowered his head slightly:
"Brother, he has given up on himself. He doesn't let us take care of him. He locks himself in the room all day long. Even changing his dressings on weekdays requires us to tie him up."
Lu Yunyi frowned slightly, a look of understanding flashed in his eyes, and he patted his shoulder:
"Thanks for your hard work."
"It's not hard, it's not hard," Lin Jianing said quickly. Li Qingfei also stood up straight, not daring to speak.
Lu Yunyi walked towards Ortai, stood quietly in front of him, his face calm, and spoke in a cold voice:
"I'm sure Black Hawk has already told you what happened.
The royal court has been destroyed. If you still want to survive,
Just follow us to Mingjing, and look for opportunities for revenge after you settle down."
Ertai still couldn't accept it. His eyes shook slightly and he looked up at the familiar yet strange person in front of him.
For some reason, he felt that His Highness Arsileng looked even more powerful in the Ming armor.
"Your Highness, has the royal court really been defeated?"
Lu Yunyi nodded his head slightly and sighed:
"Someone informed the royal court that the royal court's soldiers were no match for the Ming army."
"But the royal court has more than 100,000 soldiers. How could they be defeated?"
"The Ming people also have more than 100,000 soldiers, and they know our whereabouts very well."
Ortai's lips were tightly pursed, tears welled up in his eyes, and a red nose twitched constantly on his pale cheek.
"Stay here and wait for us to go to Ming Country to arrange everything, and then we will pick you and Yarong up there."
Ortai did not speak, but continued to cry, with a sense of weakness all over his body.
He had been here for only ten days, and his mind was filled with confusion all day long.
He didn't know why he was here, nor why Lord Black Hawk suddenly imprisoned him.
But now, the royal court has been destroyed, and no one knows how many people are left alive.
He only stayed here for a dozen days and was spared the suffering of war and survived.
Now, the depression and anger in his heart were disappearing little by little, replaced by confusion.
The royal court has been destroyed. Where can he, a remnant of the grassland, go?
Ortai raised his head. Although he had a scruffy beard, his young face was clearly visible.
"Your Highness Arsleng, I will definitely do whatever you need me to do."
His eyes gradually became firmer, and he wiped his red eyes and nose:
"I will wait here until we get to Ming. I will kill those who betrayed me."
"We still need to find out who it is. Many important figures in the royal court have died or been injured.
But there are still many who survived. We should start with the Ming people, teach them a lesson, and let them have a taste of death."
Lu Yunyi smiled comfortingly, and put his arms tightly around his shoulders, exerting a little force:
"There aren't many people we can trust. You need to get better soon."
Ertai enjoyed the feeling of being valued very much, and with a thousand ambitions in his heart, he nodded vigorously:
"Your Highness Arsleng, don't worry, I won't let you down."
"You take good care of your injuries. We will go back first and wait for our news."
"My lord please."
Lu Yunyi nodded and looked at Li Qingfei and Lin Jianing:
"You must take good care of Ortai. If anything goes wrong, you will be held responsible."
"Yes!" The two men straightened their bodies and looked solemn.
Lu Yunyi looked at Liu Heiying and waved his hand:
"Let's go."
Lu Yunyi nodded heavily, stepped forward and patted Ortai on the shoulder, his eyes full of encouragement:
"Don't think too much. With us here, it's not your turn to charge in the front."
Soon, the two men mounted their horses and disappeared into the night.
As the night deepened, the Ming army camp on the shore of Buyuer Lake sank into a deep tranquility.
The moonlight was like a wash, and the silver glow gently sprinkled on the endless tents, spreading southward, like a giant dragon winding and stretching out to the place beyond the sight.
Each tent was like a scale on the giant dragon, flickering with a faint light.
The night wind blows by, bringing with it a cool breeze and the fragrance of the early spring grassland.
The campfire between the tents swayed in the wind, sparks occasionally jumping,
It reflects the soldiers' firm and deep eyes, as well as the smiles that cannot be concealed on their faces.
The war is over, and the pressure in my heart is released.
Instead of making them fall into a deep sleep, they became more energetic.
They sat around the fire, talking in low voices, thinking about what they would do after receiving the reward, and from time to time there were some suppressed low laughter.
There were also some soldiers sitting in the distance, listening to the snoring in the camp. They were completely unable to sleep and could only look at the twinkling stars in the sky.
The central army tent was brightly lit.
Shi Zhengyu led the soldiers to guard outside with a solemn look on his face.
No one is allowed to approach within twenty feet of it.
Inside the central army tent, women's screams could be heard from time to time, accompanied by the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets, as well as bursts of angry curses.
Half an hour later, the noise in the military tent gradually subsided.
General Lan Yu, wearing a white lining, walked to the table with an impatient look on his face, picked up the teapot and gulped down the tea.
There was some tea in his mouth. He spat gently, looked away, and walked straight into the back tent.
There was a large bed across the room, and a mature woman in brocade clothes was lying on the bed with dishevelled hair and a dull look in her eyes.
There was a big palm print on the fair face, and blood was flowing from the corner of the mouth.
Even so, it has not lost the unique charm of its appearance.
The woman's cheeks flushed slightly, and her lips were tightly pursed, showing the anger of being insulted and hurt.
She slowly stood up, her hair trembling slightly with anger, her high bun still looked dignified, just a little dishevelled.
Her breathing was a little rapid, her chest was rising and falling, and her two fists were clenched tightly together.
He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him angrily and growled with gritted teeth:
"Lan Yu, you are so bold!!"
Lan Yu stood to one side, not caring at all, and even had a hint of a smile on his face:
"After Biriktu Khan died, you fled everywhere like a stray dog.
But fortunately, you are of high status and no one dares to touch you, otherwise, today Japan would not have tasted the taste of being the Queen of the Northern Yuan Dynasty."
Queen Quan's breathing suddenly became rapid, her large, bright eyes were filled with hatred, she tilted her head and stared at Lan Yu intently:
"I am the Queen of Beiyuan, the wife of Emperor Zhaozong. You are committing insubordination!"
"I am a Ming Dynasty man, how can I be guilty of insubordination?"
Lan Yu smiled gently and walked straight forward.
He pinched Queen Quan's cheeks, forced her rosy lips open, and poured tea into them unscrupulously.
Gurgling, gurgling.
Queen Quan struggled violently and slapped Lan Yu with her hands, but to no avail.
Perhaps feeling the pain in his arm, Lan Yu snorted coldly, poured the water from the teapot onto Queen Quan's still charming face, and cursed:
"You don't know how to appreciate things."
"Lan Yu!!" a scream.
"Snapped!"
Lan Yu slapped him, and the military tent fell into silence in an instant.
Queen Quan glanced to the side, her high bun falling down, her long and smooth hair stuck to her cheeks by the sweat, hiding the anger on her face.
After a long time, Queen Quan slowly turned her head back. Her cheeks were swollen, and there was no anger on her pretty face, but instead a dead silence.
Seeing him like this, Lan Yu sneered, pulled a piece of linen from the side and threw it over:
"If you can't figure it out, hang yourself."
Queen Quan's gaze remained on the linen cloth. She narrowed her eyes to hide a hint of fear in them, and even shrank silently towards the big bed.
"Don't you dare?"
When Lan Yu saw this, the smile on his face grew bigger and bigger, full of sarcasm:
"You are not as good as your descendants." Queen Quan was stunned and asked in a trembling voice:
"What did you say?"
"The princess committed suicide and died with Usar Khan. When will you, the late emperor's descendant, set off?" Lan Yu said with a smile.
"You did it too?" Queen Quan's voice trembled slightly, and the severe pain on her cheeks was now numb.
Compared to pain and humiliation, he did not want to die even more, otherwise he would have followed the late emperor ten years ago.
Lan Yu suddenly laughed:
"You don't need to know so much. If you don't want to die, come and serve me well. The royal court has been destroyed, so what's the point of controlling the queen?"
Lan Yu stepped forward, grabbed Queen Quan's hair, and pulled her over.
Queen Quan let out a cry of surprise, and the grief in her heart could no longer be suppressed, and tears flowed uncontrollably.
"Hurry up." Lan Yu urged.
After a long time, a struggle flashed in Queen Quan's eyes.
The charming face and soft body trembled slightly.
Finally, he stretched out his hand tremblingly and lowered his head little by little.
Unexpectedly, the madness in Lan Yu's eyes disappeared without a trace in an instant, and became cold and ruthless.
"Snap!" Another crisp sound.
Lan Yu grabbed her hair and lifted her up, his eyes full of murderous intent, his tone grim:
"You have completely lost the dignity of the Yuan Court."
Two breaths later, the fallen linen wrapped around Queen Quan's fair neck, causing her to look horrified and shake her head repeatedly:
"Lan Yu, you can't kill me. I am the last emperor's empress, the legitimate heir of the Northern Yuan Dynasty, and I am the Queen of Quan."
"I am willing to serve you. I, I won't tell anyone. I..!"
The breeze blew, the candlelight flickered,'
Reflecting it was a hideous and desperate face - that was the face of Queen Quan.
Her eyes were wide open and bloodshot, with resentment and anger flashing in her pupils.
The corners of his mouth twisted in pain, revealing his white teeth.
Her breathing was rapid and heavy. She opened her red lips forcefully and her towering chest rose and fell, but it could not relieve the pain of suffocation.
Queen Quan instinctively reached up with both hands, trying to pry open Lan Yu's iron-like fingers.
But she just felt weak all over, and the strength of her hands seemed so insignificant in front of Lan Yu.
The pair of long and graceful legs kicked around on the bed, with the slender and soft toes raised high and tightly stretched.
The precious pillows and quilts are full of wrinkles,
Queen Quan's vision gradually blurred, and her heart was churning like the sea.
Humiliation, anger, and despair kept interweaving, and finally fell into darkness bit by bit.
Lan Yu, Marquis of Yongchang, General of the Ming Dynasty,
Standing by the bed, there was no mercy on his face, only coldness and calmness.
He grasped the two ends of the linen cloth with his hands like iron clamps, tightly locking Queen Quan's neck and gradually tightening it!
Little by little, bloodshot appeared in Lan Yu's eyes.
The palms were still exerting force, and gradually became gritting teeth.
He pulled the sackcloth hard, and Queen Quan stopped resisting and her body stopped shaking.
Until there was a 'click' sound.
His strength gradually stopped, and finally he threw the sackcloth in his hand fiercely.
He kicked the specially decorated expensive bed, making a loud thud.
"Someone, come and collect the body of this bitch!"
The sound of armor colliding rang out, and Shi Zhengyu hurriedly walked into the tent, and then into the back tent.
At first glance, he saw Queen Quan lying on the bed in a hideous posture, with deep bruises and bloodstains on her neck.
Shi Zhengyu's eyes widened slightly, with disbelief in his eyes, and he couldn't hide his shock.
He slowly turned his head and looked at the general standing to the side, breathing heavily. His throat moved back and forth, and he stammered:
"Why did the great general do this? Why did he do this?"
Shi Zhengyu hurried forward and stroked Queen Quan's neck, trying to find hope for her survival.
But he was disappointed.
This Queen Quan, who had been honored on the grassland for twenty years, was thrown all over the place at the slightest touch of the head, and even the gods could not save her.
Shi Zhengyu suddenly realized something, moved Queen Quan's body away, searched under her body, but did not find any filthy things.
His face became serious, and he thought of the general's order a few days ago.
Queen Quan abstained from water and food, and cleansed her body inside and out every day.
He looked over there in disbelief, his breathing gradually becoming rapid; this was clearly the preparations for the burial of the grassland royal family.
Lan Yu took the long gown from one side and put it on. He glanced at Shi Zhengyu with a calm look:
"What are you still standing there for? Collect the bodies and report this to the military censor Du Peng."
Shi Zhengyu's hands, which were fiddling with the corpse, froze and he nodded awkwardly:
"Yes, General."
Half an hour later, Lan Yu sat behind the long table, with military reports and documents piled up in front of him.
There was a dim candlelight on each side of it, and he was frowning as he checked the achievements of the various departments.
At this time, heavy footsteps sounded from outside the military tent, and Shi Zhengyu, wearing armor, walked in, with a respectful look on his face, and whispered:
"General, Queen Quan has been buried, and the military censor Du Peng is outside the military tent asking for an audience."
"not see!"
"Yes."
Shi Zhengyu nodded, slowly took two steps back, then quickly turned around and left.
Outside the military tent, a middle-aged man in his thirties, with a weather-beaten face and dressed in white, paced anxiously.
Seeing Shi Zhengyu coming out, he hurriedly went up to him and asked hastily:
"General Shi, how is it?"
Shi Zhengyu's face turned dark, and he shook his head slightly:
"Master Du, please go back. The general is handling military affairs and has no time to see you."
Du Peng's face froze, his brows knitted, and he spoke in a panic:
"How could it be? It's such a big matter, why didn't the general come to see me!"
"General, General, your humble servant Du Peng requests to see you."
Du Peng shouted at the top of his voice, attracting the attention of many soldiers around him, and his face showed displeasure.
Shi Zhengyu looked helpless and stretched out his hands to block it:
"Master Du, the general is busy with official duties. It is already late at night. You should go back."
Du Peng called out a few more times, but no one in the military tent responded.
He then put down his heels in dismay and looked at Shi Zhengyu with a serious face:
"General Shi, tell me, how did Queen Quan die?
Wusar Khan died, the princess died, and now Queen Quan is dead too. How can we explain this to the court? "
Shi Zhengyu's face was heavy: "Empress Quan hanged herself."
"Why did she hang herself? Is there some hidden reason?" Du Peng lowered his voice and continued:
"General Shi, please tell me the truth. I am the Imperial Censor of the Army. If I don't explain clearly, what should I do when Lord Zhan asks about it after we return to the court?"
Shi Zhengyu's face flashed with impatience, and he pushed Du Peng away:
"How to explain is Lord Du's business. It has nothing to do with me. Lord Du, please go back."
"You!! You guys, since Lord Shi won't tell the truth, then I can only open the coffin and conduct an autopsy."
"Please!"
"Hmph!" Du Peng left angrily.
Shi Zhengyu looked at his back, sighed lightly, and turned back into the military tent.
"General, Lord Du has already left, and he said he was going to open the coffin and do an autopsy."
Lan Yu, who was writing, raised his head slightly with an inexplicable expression:
"Let him check it out."
"General, this is a little inappropriate."
"No problem." After saying that, Lan Yu took out a document from the side and handed it over, saying:
"Give this document to Lu Yunyi and order him to come to the central army."
Shi Zhengyu took the document and took a look at it, his eyes fixed. It was a military merit book, and it clearly said [Front Army Scouting Department].
"Yes!"
(End of this chapter)