Zongzheng Fusu glared at him, and argued, "I'm not caring about people, I'm just afraid that he will freeze to death on the road! Of the two thousand troops, the old eleven will be handed over to the king completely. You have to return it in its entirety!"
Liu Feng smiled awkwardly, knowing that he was being stubborn, so he didn't say anything.
While rubbing her hands, Dongfang Jing took off her top and covered her lower body, trying to warm her legs.
Not long after, a little commander came over with a snow-white fluffy cloak, carefully handed it to her, and greeted her with a smile, "Put it on quickly, don't freeze!"
Dongfang Jing was flattered, looked at the other party in surprise, and even forgot to pick up the cloak.
Jin Qiu on the side quickly took it over, and then put the rabbit fur cloak on Dongfang Jing, wrapped it tightly, then raised her head and smiled at the little commander, "This little brother, thank you so much!"
The little commander shook his head again and again, "I don't dare to take it, I don't dare to take it, this cloak is not mine!"
"That's it?" Dongfang Jing was surprised.
The little commander smiled, and pointed to King Ning's carriage, "It was specially ordered by His Highness King Ning to bring it here. I want you to wear it all the way, so as not to freeze, and there is no need to return this cloak to him!"
"Thank you." Dongfang Jing nodded and smiled.
After the little brother left, Jin Qiu hurriedly said, "Girl, it seems that His Royal Highness King Ning has recognized us, otherwise he wouldn't have given his cloak to the girl to keep out the cold."
Dongfang Jing frowned and thought for a while, then shook her head and said, "No. King Ning has such a temperament in the first place, and he is reluctant to let his subordinates suffer. I may just happen to be seen by him as I sit here rubbing my hands."
Jinqiu hesitated and said, "Young lady is right. We are disguised like this. If you look at it from a distance, you will definitely not be able to recognize it. Even if you look closely, it will take some effort to recognize it!"
"Yeah." Dongfang Jing smiled, "Fortunately, Old Eleven loves his subordinates, otherwise... I might freeze to death in this wilderness today!"
After walking for more than an hour, they entered the Chishui waters.
The area around Chishui is barren. Except for a dark yellow Chishui, there are no mountains, rivers, bridges or houses around. Even the reeds have withered for a long time, and there are no new branches.
The sky was dark, with a drizzle falling overhead.
Dongfang Jing squinted her eyes, and saw the lonely city amidst the twilight.
The desert stretches to the sky, the yellow sand is everywhere, and the city of Zhihan stands far away, and the surrounding fog is so thick that people dare not approach it.
Jinqiu followed her line of sight, and couldn't help sighing, "In the past, Han City was the second busiest city after Ye City. Unexpectedly, after the battle of Chishui, it became a wasteland. No one wants to come back and live!"
In the Battle of Hancheng, Dongfang Jing went out with Wuyou, she knew how tragic that battle was.
Not to mention that Wuyou's soldiers and horses were wiped out, several commanders were trapped in the empty city, even the tens of thousands of soldiers and horses of the rebel army were also buried here. Dongfang Jing could even imagine how many bones would be buried underground if the layers of loess were dug up!
"Yeah! No one wants to come back to live anymore..." Dongfang Jing sighed in panic, "The coach back then is gone, who else will remember this empty city?"
"My master is right. If Prince Wuyou is still alive, it will not be difficult to rebuild Han City with his courage. But if he is gone, how many people in the world can do it?"
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