Master Bao did not get his father's head back. He was forcibly carried back by Sima Wu and several other stewards. The sixteen-year-old boy's face was covered in blood and he had a knife in the leg. Fortunately, the wound was not deep and had been tied up with a white cloth.
Seeing Mingyu, Master Bao wiped his face with his sleeve and said with a smile: "You're back. I've been thinking that Baihao is so useless. What if he didn't bring you back? The master and the old lady..." As he spoke, Master Bao's tears flowed down, leaving traces on his blood-stained face.
Mingyu was also a little sad. No matter what, the old lady and Sima Qing treated her well. Now that both of them were dead, Mingyu was in a heavy mood. The saddest person in this mansion should be Master Bao. Half of his relatives died overnight. He was just a 16-year-old, lively and cheerful boy. He was enjoying his time the day before, and he fell from heaven to hell the next day.
"Don't move. Your leg is injured. Is it serious? We will be leaving soon." Mingyu comforted him, her words a little incoherent. In fact, Mingyu didn't know how to comfort him at all.
The prefect of Tianshui had disguised himself as a civilian and ran away at the very beginning. Now only Sima Wu and his soldiers are left to guard the city gate, and the wife of Sima Wu has also led a team of strong women to patrol the city wall.
The Tartars have been attacking Longxi since last night, and have not yet captured Tianshui. Originally, it was thought that after the Longxi defenders were eliminated, and the Anxi Marquis had been killed, the Tianshui defenders should have fled, but unexpectedly, the morale of the Tianshui defenders was aroused even more. The Tartars, who had been fighting all night, retreated, but they did not return to their own territory, but set up a large camp not far away, apparently waiting to rest before attacking Tianshui.
With powerful enemies outside and no reinforcements inside, under such circumstances, Tianshui would undoubtedly be broken.
After Miao fainted, she was almost like a dead person and could not take charge of anything. Mingyu had to step forward and call together Madam Zhao who was beside the old lady and Madam Wei who was beside the lady to discuss the escape.
"Take with you the things that Madam and the old lady value most, and throw away the rest if possible," Mingyu said.
Before he finished speaking, he heard a sharp voice coming over, "Hey, when did it become your turn as a little girl to make the decision in the Anxi Marquis's Mansion?"
Mingyu looked in the direction of the voice and saw Luo Lingxiu snorting coldly and walking over quickly, followed by Hong Xi and Hong Xian. However, after a few days, the swelling on Luo Lingxiu's face had not subsided, and she looked like a pig, which was very funny.
"Why didn't Grandma stay in the house to recuperate? Why did she come out?" Nanny Wei stepped in front of Mingyu and asked calmly.
Luo Ling elegantly swept all the tea sets on the table to the ground and shouted, "If it weren't for my two loyal maids who broke the lock and let me out, I would have died without knowing what would have happened. If I hadn't come out, would you have locked me up in your mansion and handed me over to the Tartars?"
Mingyu glanced at Luo Lingxiu and sneered, "Sister-in-law, why don't you take a look at yourself in the mirror? And you gave it to the Tartars? With your face, anyone who sees it will be disgusted. Don't worry, you are safe!"
Luo Lingxiu thought about how she looked like a pig because of the little girl in front of her, and she couldn't help but gnashing her teeth. Seeing that several maids stood on Mingyu's side, she couldn't help but feel guilty and shouted, "I don't care, don't think about abandoning me and running away. I tell you, if you dare to abandon me, I will make it so that none of you can leave!"
Mingyu ignored her and started discussing with a few maids how to allocate the people when they left since there were still a few carriages left in the house.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, Luo Lingxiu was afraid that she would be dragged down when she left. She turned her eyes and saw Miao lying half-dead on the couch. She hurried over and pretended to cry, "Aunt, what's wrong with you?"
Nanny Tan pushed her away angrily, "What do you mean, Auntie? Madam is still alive, why are you crying like this?"
There was a lot of noise in the front hall, Mingyu was getting so upset. Baihao ran in hurriedly and saw the Second Mistress in the crowd. He shouted, "Second Mistress, this is bad. The Second Mistress is going to go out and grab the Master's head!"
Mingyu thought of Master Bao, whose face was covered in blood, and the bandaged wound on his leg, and couldn't help stamping her feet. She quickly followed Baihao to the front yard. Sima Wu, who was also covered in blood, blocked the door and wouldn't let him go.
When Master Bao was about to go to the battlefield to get back his father's head for the first time, Mingyu thought it was the hot-blooded boy of a sixteen-year-old boy at work, as he could not tolerate his father being humiliated after his death. But when he failed and returned injured, Mingyu thought he had been on the battlefield before and suffered losses, and he knew that the battlefield was not as simple as he had imagined, and it was time for him to give up.
Unexpectedly, he still wanted to go. Wasn't he willing to give up his life in the hands of the Tartars
Sima Wu stopped Master Bao firmly and said, "The master is gone, and you are his most beloved son. I can't let you die to the Tartars." Mingyu and Baihao also stood on Sima Wu's side, obviously disagreeing with Master Bao going out again.
Master Bao grabbed the sword in his hand and dismounted, saying helplessly: "I am not going out on impulse. The Tartars have just retreated. They have been fighting all night, and now they are exhausted and need to rest. We have suffered so many casualties, they certainly can't imagine that we will take the initiative to attack them at this time. You lead a hundred or so cavalry to attack their east wing. While they are heading to the east wing, I will lead my men to rush in from the west and take away my father's head. Then we will use fireworks as a signal to call back the troops."
Master Bao's voice gradually lowered, with a strong nasal tone, "Fifth Uncle, my father's head is still hanging on the Tartar's tent! When I think about it, my heart feels like it's being fried in a frying pan. If I don't go and rob it, who else can I count on?"
Mingyu didn't expect that the impulsive and brainless Bao Erye actually thought carefully. Sima Wu patted Bao Erye on the shoulder and sighed with relief: "You have grown up, but it's a pity that your father can't see it. Let's go and get your father's head back and kill a few Tartars to avenge your father!"
"No!" Mingyu stood in front of the two without a second thought, "You can't go." Mingyu was anxious, "Think about Madam, if something happens to you... How can Madam live?"
Master Bao smiled, reached out and touched Mingyu's smooth cheek, "If I don't go, how can I live in this life?" After saying that, the two of them left. Mingyu and Baihao were left watching the backs of the two people riding away, stamping their feet in anger.
Soon, shouts of killing were faintly heard from the north, and Mingyu began to get nervous. To be honest, although Master Bao was a little stupid, he was not a bad person and was quite nice to her. Mingyu naturally didn't want him to die on the battlefield at such a young age.
Cuiwei Pavilion in the mansion was the tallest building. Mingyu ran to the second floor of Cuiwei Pavilion and looked out the window, but could not see clearly from a distance. She had no idea what the situation was outside the city gate at all. It was not until Mingyu saw a flash before his eyes and a firework exploded in the clear sky that he breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground.
Madam Wei and Madam Zhao have sorted out all the usable carriages in the mansion. Fortunately, except for a few loyal servants, most of the others have left, so one carriage was freed up to transport the bodies of the old lady and the marquis. Now the flood is about to fall, who knows how long it can last, and how can there be time to bury two people.
Mingyu and Lixiang stood at the door waiting. From time to time, they could hear crying and shouting on the street. While the Tartars were withdrawing their troops, the South Gate and the East Gate had been opened. The people of Tianshui in the city rushed to the two gates like crazy. Mingyu looked at the tidal flow of people and sighed sadly. These people had no carriages and could only rely on their own legs. If they encountered the Tartar cavalry, they would only have death. But if they stayed here and waited for the city to be broken, the Tartars would definitely massacre them and they would not be able to escape death. If they ran away, perhaps they would have a way to survive.
After waiting for what seemed like a century, Master Bao appeared at the gate of the Marquis' Mansion, his body and face covered in blood. He had taken off his outer robe and was holding something in his arms. Mingyu only glanced at the bloodstained robe and looked away. The thing should be the head of Sima Qing that he had fought so hard to get back.
"Go in quickly. The lady has woken up and is clamoring to see you. Everything is packed and we'll leave when you come back," Mingyu said.
Madam had been carried into the carriage by Madam Wei and Madam Tan. Miao had long lost the charm of the former mistress of the marquisate. Her face was pale, her lips were trembling, and her eyes were unconscious. Having lost her husband, she collapsed again when she heard that her beloved son had broken into the Tartar's camp.
Master Bao held Miao's hand tightly. Miao suddenly seemed to have regained her consciousness. She pulled Master Bao and said nervously, "Son, hurry up, hurry up, the Tartars are coming!"
Seeing Miao's almost insane appearance, Master Bao couldn't help but feel sad. He slowly pulled his hand out of Miao's hand and said softly, "Mother, you guys go first. I'll catch up with you in a while."
Mingyu, who was following him, was very surprised and asked, "What do you want to do? Why don't you come with us? You will die if you stay!"
Master Bao looked at Mingyu and shook his head, his expression sad but calm, "All the people in the government office have fled, and Uncle Wu was seriously injured on his way back, so he can't go up to the city tower. The Tartars are about to attack again. Who else can lead them to defend the city gate except me? If I go with you, the people will be demoralized, and the city gate will be broken in less than half an hour. The Tartar cavalry is very fast, and then no one will be able to escape. You go, I'll guard, and when you are far away, I'll chase you."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Mingyu was terrified and chased after Master Bao and shouted. At that time, the Tartars had already attacked, so how could he have the chance to run out and catch up with them
"How is it impossible?" Master Bao turned around and looked at Mingyu, smiling easily, "My Zhuifeng runs very fast, you have seen it." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets on Qidian (). Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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