EBE Chapter 705 Welcome
Chapter 705 Welcome
Zhou Chang felt drowsy all the way back in the carriage.
The carriage was bumpy and she felt dizzy and her body was in pain, nausea and fever.
When we arrived at the military camp, it was already completely dark. The moon had climbed up to the middle of the sky, and the sky was full of stars, twinkling brightly.
Jiang Meng has not been able to recover since his injury and has hardly left the tent in these days. However, he was waiting at the gate of the military camp to greet him early in the evening.
Zhou Chang was slowly helped down from the carriage. The wound on his waist had been numbed by the shaking and it no longer hurt, but he had no feeling at all and he didn't know if it had torn again.
Jiang Meng had always been humble towards King Yi, and tonight he was extremely respectful and cautious. Not only did he personally go forward to support him, he also helped him all the way back.
Zhou Chang was severely injured and overdrawn, and now he just wanted to go back and lie down.
Jiang Meng raised his hand, and countless torches suddenly lit up in the dark military camp, and cheers came like a tsunami: "Long live the King Yi, long ...
The sky and the earth became one before my eyes, turning into a sea of stars.
Faced with those enthusiastic smiling faces, Zhou Chang should naturally be happy too.
We won two games in a row today, which was a complete victory.
She should be happy, but for some reason, she always felt like something was missing.
The three armies cheered for a long time before gradually calming down.
Jiang Meng smiled sincerely: "Your Highness, the soldiers all know that it was you who led them to win this tough battle. Soon, people all over the world will also know that it was your wisdom and bravery that turned the tide and defended the borders..."
"This is all thanks to everyone." Zhou Chang's mind was still clear, so he didn't want to hear too much praise from Jiang Meng.
Jiang Meng continued to flatter him: "Your Highness is truly a wise and benevolent gentleman, and he is so humble..."
Zhou Chang's right half of his body was supported by the skinny monkey, so he could only raise his left hand to stop the other party from talking: "It's so late, Brother Jiang shouldn't stand in the night wind, be careful, the summer night wind in northern Vietnam is still cold."
Jiang Meng was overjoyed to be addressed as "Brother Jiang" and his smile became even brighter: "Your Highness is polite. Your Highness has worked hard. Your Highness has won a great victory this time, but this humble official is no longer able to do anything. Otherwise, I should have followed Your Highness. In this way, Your Highness would not have taken the risk alone and suffered serious injuries. This humble official feels guilty and is really worried about Your Highness..."
Zhou Chang didn't have much energy to listen to Jiang Meng's loyalty at this time. He walked slowly into the military camp and casually ordered: "Then I'll have to trouble you, Brother Jiang. We need to make room for so many people who need to be accommodated all of a sudden."
"Yes, yes... I have been notified a long time ago, and everything has been prepared." Jiang Meng quickly agreed, and then pretended to be very concerned, "I heard from the military doctor that His Highness was seriously injured. Your Highness is a precious body, so you must take good care of yourself."
Jiang Meng was particularly attentive tonight.
Zhou Chang knew exactly what was going on, so he forced a smile and said, "Brother Jiang, I always trust you to do things, but my wound is really hurting again, so I need to go back to the tent to rest. After I have enough rest, we can discuss the future matters in detail."
"Yes..." Jiang Menggang said "yes" and suddenly stopped.
Zhou Chang looked back in the direction of his gaze.
Not far away, Gao Yuan was leading his men to escort Prince Rong onto a carriage.
Jiang Meng was at a loss for a moment.
Prince Rong is still Prince Rong after all, but he has become a prisoner of Prince Yi.
As a subject, he didn't know whether he should step forward and salute or pretend he didn't see it.
But the hesitation only lasted for a moment, and then he bowed to Zhou Chang as if he had seen nothing, and said, "Your Highness, I will escort you back to the tent. Someone has already prepared ginseng soup in the tent."
"No, that's not necessary... Brother Jiang, just take care of Prince Rong and his party." Zhou Chang really didn't need Jiang Meng's courtesy, and solemnly instructed, "As for Prince Rong himself... he can neither die nor escape. Brother Jiang should know how important this is."
"Yes, I will definitely fulfill my mission." Jiang Meng restrained his expression and became serious.
Zhou Chang thought of Yuan Qi: "In addition, the female relatives also need special arrangements and should be well taken care of. I will also trouble Brother Jiang in this regard."
"Yes, Your Highness, don't worry." Jiang Meng became even more respectful.
Zhou Chang was satisfied and thanked them for their hard work. Then he left everyone else and forced himself to walk towards the tent.
With the help of the skinny monkey, the two of them just reached the door of the tent.
The skinny monkey was the first to lift the tent door curtain.
Zhou Chang was about to take a step when he suddenly felt something was wrong.
Prince Yi returned victoriously. According to Aunt Jing's personality, she should have been eager to greet him or wait for him in the tent. But why is there no sign of Aunt Jing since he returned?
If Aunt Jing is not in the tent, she should be with Mr. Zhong.
"Let's go see Mr. Zhong first." Zhou Chang couldn't hold on any longer and was even more concerned about Zhong Yu.
The thin monkey advised: "Your Highness should go and rest first. You can't hold on any longer. Don't bother with your wound. I will go visit Mr. Zhong on your behalf and report back to you later."
Zhou Chang was worried: "No, I'll go over and take a look."
Zhong Yu's tent was the same as Gao Yuan's, and both were located not far from Prince Yi's main tent.
You can see it in just a few steps.
In the dark night, a lone lamp flickered in Zhong Yu's tent.
Zhou Chang took two quick steps and came to the door of Zhong Yu's tent. He lifted the door curtain and walked in.
Inside the building, under the dim light, Aunt Jing was sitting alone beside the clock and bed.
On the military bed, Zhong Yuping was lying straight, covered with a thin quilt, but his head and face were covered by a white silk handkerchief.
"Mr. Zhong..." Zhou Chang called out in confusion, hoping that he had misunderstood.
Aunt Jing had already stood up, with tears still on her face, and she sobbed, "Your Majesty, Mr. Zhong is gone."
Zhou Chang's mind went blank and his whole body was numb. He tried to move to the clock and the bed, but he fell forward instead.
"Your Highness..." The skinny monkey quickly supported Zhou Chang.
Aunt Jing also came over, and the two of them helped Zhou Chang to sit down beside the bed.
Zhou Chang slumped on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand to lift the white silk handkerchief to take a look, but his hand stopped when it reached the edge of the white silk handkerchief.
The skinny monkey asked softly, "Aunt Jing, when did this happen to Mr. Zhong? When I left in the morning, he was still sleeping soundly. How come..."
Aunt Jing was still sobbing, "He said he was fine, but he was just in a coma. Not long after the prince rushed to Fengming Mountain, Mr. Zhong suddenly woke up. After waking up, he looked more energetic than yesterday. Mr. Zhong was a little more energetic, so he asked about the battle situation and the prince's situation. I asked the guard at the door and came back to tell him everything. After listening, he suddenly asked me to find him paper and pen, saying that he wanted to write."
Aunt Jing paused here and glanced at Zhou Chang who was slumped on the bed.
I don’t know if Zhou Chang was listening, but this story was obviously directed to her.
Zhou Chang kept his head down, feeling a tightness in his chest, as if he wanted to cry but couldn't.
With one hand tightly grasping the bed sheet, he wanted to lift the silk handkerchief to take a look, but he didn't dare to.