bookrebus Chapter 419 Goodbye to the Fierce West Wind
Chapter 419 Goodbye to the Fierce West Wind
"Bullshit! Shut up! You want our lord to go alone into your army of hundreds of thousands of Eagle Division soldiers? You're obviously trying to bully our lord, are you looking for death?"
Mei Ruhua, indignant, launched into a tirade of curses, her fierce aura startling everyone present.
"you……"
Upon hearing Mei Ruhua's curses, the burly man initially wanted to curse back or say something, but then, as if suddenly remembering something, his eyes flickered a few times, and he gripped his sword tightly without uttering a sound.
His reaction was fully observed by Lord Sikong's bright, all-seeing eyes. Lord Sikong smiled calmly, raised his hand and gestured for Mei Ruhua and the others to step back. "My mind is made up. No one who can defeat me has appeared yet, so you can rest assured. The vanguard is in your hands, Vice General Mei! Brother, may we leave now?"
After saying these words, Lord Sikong looked up at the burly man. The man hesitated for a while before nodding, then turned his horse around, and the entire group continued to gallop southwest.
Mei Ruhua and the others could only watch with growing anxiety.
They followed the big man for a long time, and along the way they could see civilians fleeing the war everywhere. The Imperial Northern Army was about to besiege the city, so everyone was rushing to take refuge.
Of course, they also encountered bandits who took advantage of the chaos to plunder and kill the fleeing people. They were extremely cruel and did not even spare the elderly in their seventies and eighties. The Minister of Works was very angry when he saw this and could not help but take action to wipe out those people.
After traveling day and night, just before dawn, Sikong Jin and her group arrived at a small village in the southwest, about two hundred miles from the Tiansheng Imperial City.
The entire village was surrounded by Liao soldiers, but judging from their formation, there didn't seem to be many people. Moreover, the village was very small, hidden in a small valley at the foot of the mountain, making it difficult to be discovered.
Lady Sikong rode all the way here, the jolting making her whole body ache. When she saw the burly man in front of her pull on the reins, she subconsciously stopped as well. She turned her gaze to the small village below the road, where rows of torches were burning quietly, looking somewhat scattered and desolate.
"His Highness the Crown Prince is in the village. Lord Sikong, please wait while I go and inform them!"
The burly man leading the way dismounted nimbly and walked quickly ahead.
As the burly man walked away, Lord Sikong slowly dismounted and stood calmly, silently observing the scene below by the firelight. He could vaguely guess that the number of people below was probably less than five thousand.
What exactly is Xifenglie up to?
How did he suddenly appear here?
Sikong Jin was completely baffled. After a while, someone came to announce that His Highness the Crown Prince invited her. Only then did she put her hands behind her back and follow the guide along the mountain path.
The guide led her directly to a thatched hut that looked fairly tidy. As soon as she arrived at the door, Sikong Jin could faintly hear a violent coughing sound coming from inside, along with an urgent voice of concern.
"Your Highness, Lord Sikong has arrived!"
The person leading the way knocked gently on the door and announced the news in a low voice.
After a long pause, a series of intermittent coughs came from inside. It took a while for the coughs to subside, and then a weak and pale voice came through, "Let her in!"
"Yes, Your Highness!"
After receiving permission, the guide turned to Sikong Jin and said, "Lord Sikong, please come in. His Highness is inside!"
Lord Sikong nodded, then stepped forward and pushed open the slightly closed door. With a creak, a bright light shone in, and a strong herbal scent wafted over. Sikong Jin subconsciously sniffed and immediately recognized the herbs as medicine for treating internal injuries.
She heard another suppressed cough. Lady Sikong frowned and subconsciously turned her head to look in the direction of the sound. A black figure lying diagonally by the bed immediately came into her view!
His handsome face was pale, and he was very thin. His once sharp eyes were now extremely dim. He was propping himself up and staring quietly at Sikong Jin, who was standing in front of the door. A faint light appeared in his dim black eyes. There was also a guard standing next to him.
Upon seeing Sikong Jin, Xifeng Lie waved to the guard, signaling him to step back, but his gaze remained fixed on Sikong Jin for a moment.
The guard quickly withdrew, closing the door behind him.
After staring at Sikong Jin for a while, Xifeng Lie couldn't help but cough again, then weakly looked away without saying anything.
At this moment, Sikong Jin looked at him and spoke calmly, "It seems that you are not in good condition, Your Highness."
"You're really bold to come here alone? Aren't you worried that I'll just arrest you and go negotiate with Emperor Bei Zun?"
Xi Fenglie coughed a few times, took a deep breath, his face was terribly pale, and he spoke with some difficulty, but his tone was quite calm.
"Your Highness has witnessed my boldness more than once today. If you were worried, you wouldn't have come."
Sikong Jin walked slowly over with his hands behind his back, stopping at the couch next to him.
"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you have gone with Emperor Beizun to attack the Heavenly Saint Imperial City?"
Xi Fenglie looked at Sikong Jin, sat up slightly, and the blanket on his body slipped off. The fire in the brazier next to him was burning very brightly, but he seemed to be very cold, and his body shrank involuntarily.
Sikong Jin glanced at him, picked up the blanket that had fallen to the ground for him, and said calmly, "Just think of it as me coming to see if you're dead or not. That's what you all think."
"Seeing that I'm still alive, don't you feel a little regretful?"
Xi Fenglie wasn't angry; instead, he gave her a wry smile.
Sikong Jin spread the blanket in her hand over him to cover him, then bent down to pick up a piece of firewood and threw it into the brazier. The flames in the brazier immediately began to flicker, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.
Xi Fenglie pulled the blanket around himself tighter and silently looked at Sikong Jin. His calm eyes held a multitude of emotions, and it was hard to describe what he felt—was it hatred or a sense of camaraderie among heroes? His pale face was quite calm, but he looked rather desolate.