A life of two souls traveling through time

Chapter 531 1 code returns to 1 code

"General, this is bad, Qian Feng is missing!"

In the Xining camp, Du Kuo had just returned to his tent with the old marshal Xia Yangxiu after inspecting the military camp when Kang Jie ran in anxiously to report to him.

"What did you say?" Du Kuo was also shocked when he heard it. The man disappeared at this critical moment, which naturally caused him to worry.

"Just an hour ago, he stole the token and lied to the guards that he was going out on your orders..."

"Idiot! How could this general let him go alone so easily!" Before Kang Jie could finish his words, Du Kuo clenched his fists and cursed with a furious face.

"Why is Qianfeng in such a hurry to leave when his injuries haven't fully healed yet? Isn't our Xining camp safer than the outside world?" There was silence in the tent for a moment, and Kang Jie couldn't help but wonder.

Kang Jie's doubt made Du Kuo feel uneasy. If the boy wanted to flee the Western Border just because he was afraid of being hunted by Xiyue, it would be fine. But he was afraid that he was a chess piece in the hands of others from the beginning to the end, a chess piece that deliberately provoked a war between Jingsong and Xiyue, or maybe it was Xiyue Kingdom that planned the whole thing... Thinking of this, Du Kuo trembled all over, and he dared not continue to speculate.

"The General is doubting..."

"Shut up!"

Seeing the general's worried look, Kang Jie seemed to have guessed something. He opened his mouth to ask but was sternly stopped by the other party.

"Remember, don't talk nonsense in front of the old marshal later. Just say that Qian Feng stole the token and left the military camp because he was worried about being hunted down by the Xiyue Kingdom and wanted to flee the western border. The old marshal will decide the rest!" Du Kuo stared at him with a gloomy face and warned him coldly.

In the beginning, they were eager to make achievements and therefore did not report to the court before finding out the whole situation clearly. Now, the war between Jingsong and Xiyue is about to break out. At this point, they can only do a perfunctory job.

"I understand!" Kang Jiecai realized it belatedly and nodded in response.

The night slowly fell, and the earth returned to silence. The evening clouds in the west blended with the darkness and seemed to be looming. The birds in the mountains had not yet returned to their nests, and occasionally a few humming sounds could be heard. There were a few scattered farmhouses at the foot of the mountain, and smoke was rising from the roofs of two or three of them. The pond was shimmering, and a few weeping willows were swaying, with their slender branches swaying in the breeze, as if whispering to the late-returning birds.

"Ouch!"

The path in the field was winding, and suddenly a shout was heard. A farmer was driving an old ox back home.

At the entrance of the village, there is a Taoist temple that has been dilapidated for many years. On the right side of the temple is a small thatched house. It is pitch black inside. Two boys are lying on the simple window, staring at the full moon slowly rising in the east with their bright eyes without blinking. The moonlight is like water, sprinkling on their tender faces. I don’t know what the two boys are thinking about, and they can’t help swallowing their saliva.

"It would be great if Queen Chang'e could throw down three mooncakes." The younger brother said in a baby voice with anticipation in his eyes.

"No, we should ask Queen Chang'e for four mooncakes. Mom is sick and needs to eat one more!" The elder brother at the side also put his hands together and prayed silently, and did not forget to correct his younger brother's words.

"Ahem...what are you two boys mumbling about instead of sleeping?" A woman turned over on the wooden bed in the room, coughing and gasping. Seeing her two sons trying to climb the window again, she smiled helplessly. The bright moonlight happened to shine through the window onto her sickly face.

"Mom, we are praying to Goddess Chang'e to throw down moon cakes!" The eldest son turned around and whispered to the woman.

"Mom, if you eat the mooncakes given by Queen Chang'e, your illness will definitely get better!" The younger son also looked at his mother and spoke in a childish yet firm voice.

“Silly children, mooncakes are only available during the Mid-Autumn Festival. It’s spring now, so Queen Chang’e won’t have enough time to make mooncakes for you?” Looking at her two sensible and filial sons, the woman felt both relieved and guilty. She couldn’t help but sparkle tears in her eyes. They were both excellent children, but they had to suffer with her.

After hearing what their mother said, the children all lowered their heads in disappointment, were speechless for a moment, and sighed secretly.

"Brother, look, there is light in that Taoist temple!" After a moment of silence, the younger brother leaned back to the window again and was surprised to see a sudden fire in the Taoist temple next door.

"I didn't see anyone during the day. I guess some passers-by just passed by and stopped here to rest." My brother also turned around curiously and looked at the lights and fire next door, muttering to himself.

Not long after, an enticing aroma of meat wafted out from the Taoist temple and rushed into the noses of the two brothers. In an instant, the hunger in their stomachs was ignited, and they couldn't help but protest with "gurgling" sounds, and the sounds became more and more urgent.

"Good children, stop smelling and go to sleep!" The woman couldn't help swallowing her saliva when she smelled the long-lost aroma of meat, but she was powerless and had to suppress her hunger and spoke softly to her two sons.

"Mom, I'm hungry!" The younger son turned around and threw himself into his mother's arms, wiping his tears in grievance.

"Good boy, go to sleep. You won't be hungry when you fall asleep." The woman's nose felt sore and tears immediately slid down the corners of her eyes and into her hair. She hugged her little son tightly in her arms, patted his back gently, and whispered to him coaxingly.

"Yes... yes, listen to your mother and go to sleep quickly, then you will have meat to eat in your dreams!" The eldest son also went to bed and slept on the other side of his mother. He held his younger brother's hand and smiled comfortingly.

The roof of the Taoist temple's main hall was riddled with holes, and the moonlight shone through the cracks, casting dense beams of light. The hall was dimly lit by candlelight, and although it had been roughly cleaned, there were still spider webs between the beams, and prayer flags were fluttering. The statues of gods were missing arms and heads, and their faces were blurred and difficult to distinguish due to the erosion of time. The painted colors on their bodies had faded and peeled off, leaving only dull, mottled blocks of color. The former majesty was gone.

"Master, would you like to eat something?"

Youmei finished his exercises as usual, and a shadow warrior carefully walked into the hall carrying food.

"That girl hasn't woken up yet?" After signaling his subordinates to put the food aside, Youmei asked.

He took the antidote and hid in the mountains for a day and a night to practice qigong and regulate his breathing. The scorpion venom in his body had healed by 70% and his paralyzed hand had gradually regained sensation. He then walked out of the mountains before dark.

"I think he will wake up soon." The shadow man replied, still waiting respectfully in front of him.

"The poison in my body has been almost cured. You will send her back to that poisonous woman tomorrow." Youmei slowly stood up, rolled up his sleeves to check the wound caused by the scorpion sting, and then he felt relieved and said.

"That vicious woman is cruel and cunning. She has poisoned the Lord repeatedly. Can we really let them go so easily?" Yingshi hesitated for a moment and asked again.

"I will take back all the new and old grudges with the vicious woman sooner or later, but Si Yao is the woman of the prince, and you must not make things difficult for her." Speaking of the vicious woman Honghua, Youmei hated her to the core, but one thing is for one thing, he will definitely not offend the prince again for the sake of a small loss.

"Yes, I understand!" The shadow man bowed respectfully and left the main hall.