Chapter 157 Benevolence

"Are you leaving with a large army?" Mo Yan whispered a little disappointed, and Qingchen was still in excitement. She continued, "Yes, my army is as big as that of Jing Li. Even if I leave the capital, then this Dajing also has half of my world. Things will not be like this. Dad's hatred, I must let Jing Li pay for it with blood. ! Mo Yan, what do you think?

Turning around, Qingchen looked at Mo Yan with a cold smile, which made Mo Yan's heart keep jumping. He nodded quickly and whispered, "Uh, okay, okay!"

"I knew you would agree!" Holding Mo Yan in his arms, Qingchen breathed a deep sigh of relief. Mo Yan silently leaned on her and let her hold her. He slowly closed his eyes and thought to himself that leaving the capital did not mean the end of the war! Alas! If so, then leave and leave. There is no defense. After all, Xiaoyao City is sparsely populated, which is better than the capital.

In the palace!

Tianyi looked around at the poisoned sergeant. The cold wind at the end of winter was gusts, and the people who blew couldn't open their eyes. Suddenly, a big umbrella blocked all the wind. Tianyi raised his head and looked at the woman in front of him. He smiled politely and said, "Thank you! Why did General Yingchen come here?

"If Ben said he came to see you, do you believe it?" Ying Chen smiled and narrowed his eyes. Tianyi's face was slightly astringent. He smiled and shook his head and said, "General Yingchen is really good at joking."

Yingchen smiled faintly and stretched out his hand to sort out the messy hair blown by the wind for him. Her sudden ambiguity made the smile on Tianyi's face disappear. He looked at her coldly and said, "General Yingchen, if there is nothing else, the last general will leave first!"

"Tianyi!" Yingchen immediately clenched his hand, stopped his departure, and kept touching his hand. Tianyi's body was straight, and he suddenly withdrew his hand and said coldly, "General Yingchen, please take care of yourself!"

Then she took a big step and left without looking back. Yingchen stood in the wind. She looked at the direction of Tianyi's disappearance with a smile on her face. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised. She made a hug to Tianyi's back, and then said in a voice that could only be heard by herself: "Tianyi, the more you love yourself, the more I love you more in the morning."

Since talking with Zhou Zhichao, Jing Li has been better for those wounded. On this day, the wind is gentle and the sun is beautiful. It is really rare to see such a good sun at the end of winter. Jing Li led Cheng Yan and Jin Ran to the military tents of the wounded. Before they stepped into the military tent, they heard the pains everywhere. Jing Li He couldn't help frowning and reaching out to lift the curtain.

In the curtain, the wounded lay side by side in rows. There were 20 people lying in the 10-square-meter military tent. Each of them was covered with white cloth, and even the most lightly injured injured people still had blood stains on their bodies. Jing Li's heart suddenly tightened. This is the harm brought to people by the war. She unconsciously hesitated again. At this time, Cheng Yan stepped forward and patted her hands and said, "Everyone be quiet. The emperor came to see you."

"Your Majesty...Your Majesty?" The wounded were stunned, and everyone's facial expressions were different. Among this pile of wounded, there were enemy soldiers and our army. The soldiers of Jingli's army immediately struggled to get up. Even if they couldn't get up, they all shouted, "Honor the emperor, long live!"

Looking at the wounded of the enemy, their faces were all at a loss. Jing Li glanced and knew which were the army of dust and which were her own. She stepped forward and stopped in front of a little girl who was about 17 or 18 years old. When he came down, the little injured man's arm was gone, and half of his body was wrapped in a medical cloth. Jing Li squatted down and whispered, "Does it hurt?"

A trace of pain flashed across the little girl's pale face, and her voice answered in a slightly trembling voice, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

A broken arm, in this era of no anesthetics and no painkillers? Does it hurt just like this? What a strong child. Jing Li's eyes couldn't help but get wet. She whispered, "Which legion are you from? What's your name?"

"I...I..." The little girl bit her lip and couldn't say a word. Her body trembled, her face was pale, and tears were spinning in her eyes. Jing Li gently stretched out her hand, stroked the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said softly, "It doesn't matter. If you don't want to say that I guess, you are the prime minister. The people in the barracks, aren't they?"

As soon as Jing Li's words were finished, the little girl had not yet opened her mouth to answer her words. At this time, a person suddenly jumped out from the corner of the tent. She rushed to Jing Li's side and scared Jing Li. Cheng Yan immediately drew her sword forward. In this enemy's dense wounded camp, Jing Li's safety still needs to be better protected, but At this time, the man suddenly kowtowed his head to Jing Li, and the wound on his arm was immediately torn by her strength and oozed blood.

"Ask the emperor for your kindness, ask for your kindness!"

"Don't kowtow. You can get up and say it directly!" Jing Li's calm face did not change because of this accident. The man raised his head, and his face was full of dust. She casually wiped her face and said, "Your Majesty, Ying'er is still young. She is only seventeen. It was my aunt who brought her into the barracks. At that time, she didn't know that the prime minister's army was going to rebel. She was already disabled. Since the army, she has not hurt anyone, let alone killed anyone. Now she can't join the army. Your Majesty, will you spare her? If you want someone to die, you have to die."

Jing Li understood at this time. She sighed, bent down to help her up, and then squatted down and looked at the little girl named Ying'er. She whispered, "Ying'er, right? Don't be afraid. I'm here today. I'm asking the imperial doctors to see you. It's not killing you. Don't be afraid. You have to take good care of yourself until you get better, and you can go home.

"Go home?" Yinger's mood suddenly became excited. She immediately straightened up, grabbed Jing Li's hand tightly with her only hand, and said urgently, "Your Majesty, is that true? Can I really go home?"

"It's true!" Gently stroking her face, Jing Li smiled innocently. Ying'er immediately cried, but still said in disbelief, "Your Majesty, but... I'm the soldier of the prime minister, and I'm an anti-thief. Emperor, are you really willing to let me go?"