In just a few days, Hou Jing marched southwards and reached the Yangtze River. Xiao Yan then ordered his nephew Xiao Zhengde to go to fight, and also sent an order to summon the Prince of Shaoling to lead troops to support. In other words, Xiao Lun was about to go to the front line.
Zhao Pei was a little worried about him. After all, Xiao Lun was just a pampered prince. How could he deal with the dangers of the battlefield? Everyone in the palace was very worried. Wan Zhi's eyes were always shining with tears. Zhao Pei turned her head away and dared not look at her. There was a shadow in her heart. Xiao Lun wondered when to send them back to Jingzhou. After all, he was not at ease with them when he was not there.
Just as he thought of this, he welcomed two young women with martial arts skills from Jingzhou with a handwritten letter from Xiao Yi. They briefly explained their purpose, saying that the situation was turbulent and he was worried about the princess and the young lady being outside, so he came to take them back to the palace. Xiao Lun smiled bitterly and showed it to Zhao Pei, who immediately became depressed and murmured, "So he knew everything."
Early that morning, Xiao Lun went to the military camp to gather, while Zhao Pei set out on the road back to Jingzhou. The two women accompanying him seemed to be wooden and never spoke. Han Zhen tried to chat with him several times but was disappointed and kept silent. Zhao Pei stopped the carriage at the city gate, and finally someone spoke: "Princess, the prince said to go back as soon as possible."
Zhao Pei glared coldly: "It doesn't matter for a moment." It was indeed very imposing, Han Zhen sighed. The low roar of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, as if it was pressing on her heart and making it hard to breathe. Zhao Pei opened the curtain and saw the flags fluttering in the wind and Xiao Lun at the head. Without thinking, she jumped out of the carriage to meet him.
He was dressed in a silver military uniform, with narrow sleeves and his hair tied up with silver threads, which made him look more energetic. He put on the silver armor, and the cold light pierced her eyes. Xiao Lun was like a young and frivolous man, with bright eyes that were a bit conceited and proud, and a heroic spirit that looked down on the world. He held his head high and chest out, which made people bend down to salute.
When Xiao Lun saw her, he was stunned for a moment, and suddenly his eyes were red. The sun was shining brightly, and Zhao Pei didn't see the expression on his face clearly. She just saw the man turn over and dismount and walk towards her. He stopped in front of her like a gust of wind: "Pei Pei." It was a meaningless call, but it was full of joy and regret.
Zhao Pei looked at him with a smile and said, "I am here to see you off. Take care."
He stared at her with eyes as persistent as those of stars, and his chest was filled with complicated emotions. He couldn't help leaning forward as if he wanted to hug her tightly, but he still held back and didn't move. Zhao Pei saw that he was in a daze and said quickly: "Go back quickly, or your soldiers will complain."
Xiao Lun smiled and said, "How dare they say anything about the general's order?" The two smiled at each other, and he said, "Pepe, you have to be happy."
Zhao Pei complained angrily: "You have been saying this for half my life."
Xiao Lun stared at her, and suddenly said with unusual determination, "I will definitely return victorious. How about Peipei come to Yangzhou to celebrate my success then?"
She nodded, "Of course. I'll wait for your triumphant return." The two of them were as solemn as if they had made a promise to each other. He raised his lips and his eyes were full of confidence. Finally, he looked deeply at Zhao Pei and turned back to mount his horse. The cheering roar of the army before their departure was so magnificent that it shook the mountains and rivers. In such a roar, he straightened his back and smiled calmly and confidently, with an indestructible faith between his eyebrows. Such a scene was painted in Zhao Pei's mind, and she couldn't help but feel full of ambition and ambition. She really wished she could be born a man to fight against the traitors together.
Zhao Pei stood outside the carriage, looking at the army that was gradually moving away and the dust that was gradually dispersing. Suddenly, she felt an indescribable sense of loss and uneasiness in her heart. She didn't know when this world had started to boil.
In fact, Zhao Pei never went to Yangzhou again after that. (To be continued)