Chapter 136: Feiyunqi Great Camp [I]
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The Feiyunqi Great Camp was built on a platform in the southwest of Shengjing City. It covered an area of more than two hundred acres and could accommodate thirty thousand troops, but the resident troops were generally around six thousand.
Although King Xuan's mansion suffered heavy losses in the Battle of Kinuchuan seven years ago, more than three hundred thousand men from the Meng family who were guarding the border between Beidi and Xiliang were still there.
The Meng family army was the most brave and best fighting army among all the armies of the Dasheng Dynasty, while the Feiyun Cavalry was an elite force carefully selected from the Meng family army. Whether it was weapons and equipment, or fighting ability, other armies had nothing comparable to theirs.
As the sharpest sword of the Meng family's army, Feiyun rode on the battlefield against the Beidi army. How many times it was like a broken bamboo.
In this world, how many rulers and generals were greedy for Feiyunqi. However, Feiyunqi was established by the first Xuanwang himself, and he only obeyed the current Xuanwang for generations. Others, not even Emperor Ming, could be dispatched.
Standing on the high stand, Zhao Ling, who had always been calm and composed, couldn't help but be shocked.
The large camp, which could accommodate tens of thousands of people, was completely dark, and the flying cloud knights were neatly lined up. Everyone was dressed in black and had a solemn expression.
Standing at the forefront was the dark guard of the Xuan Wangfu. The dark guards of Xuanwang's mansion were all outstanding ones selected from Feiyunqi. Zhao Ling saw a few familiar faces. Yan Mo, Xue Hao, and He Qing were all on the list.
The leader was a tall, middle-aged man with a square face, looking resolute and stoic, with a dignified appearance. He took a step forward, bowed to Meng Yuan and Zhao Ling in the stands, and said, "Your subordinate Wen Renyuan, I have seen the prince and princess."
His voice was strong and powerful, his face solemn, and his whole body exuded an unquestionable majesty. Since he was in the first place, he must be the leader of Feiyunqi.
Zhao Ling felt that this person was a little familiar, and after thinking for a while, it turned out that it was the middle-aged man who came to greet Meng Yuan at the Suzhou dock last time.
After Wen Renyuan saluted, all the flying cloud knights on the entire camp ground greeted both of them in unison.
"I have seen the prince and princess."
Nearly ten thousand people spoke in unison, shaking the core of Zhao Ling who had never experienced it before. This scene almost made her deaf.
Meng Yuan sat in the wheelchair with his back straight, his face was always as cold as jade, and he was calm. He held Zhao Ling's hand, although his tone was soft, but because of the use of internal strength, the words were clearly transmitted to the ears of every soldier in the school. "Everyone has seen the princess. From now on, seeing the princess is like seeing the king, and the princess' order is the king's order."
"Subordinates obey."
Zhao Ling turned her head to look at Meng Yuan, and held his cold hand back, her heart moving was self-evident.
She knew that Meng Yuan's move was to justify her name.
He was declaring to the world that even if she was a demon girl or possessed by an evil spirit, she Zhao Ling was always Princess Xuan.
"Please, a toast to the prince and princess." Changdong held a tray in his hand, and inside the tray were two glasses of water and wine.
Meng Yuan nodded slightly towards Zhao Ling. Zhao Ling understood, picked up two glasses of wine, and handed one of them to Meng Yuan.
Despite being in a wheelchair, Meng Yuan's domineering power was still evident. He raised the wine glass, his expression was cold and solemn, and he said in a loud voice: "Since the body is dead, the gods use the spirit, and the soul is determined to be the hero of the ghost. This cup of wine is dedicated to all the dead soldiers in the Guinu River. This king swears here that I will clear the snow and redress the injustices to comfort the souls of the dead."
"To wash away the injustice, to comfort the souls of the dead." There was another unanimous voice below, resounding through the sky.
After the toast, Chang Dong took a zither and placed it on Meng Yuan's lap.
Meng Yuan's slender fingers stroked the strings of the zither, the fingertips moved, and the melodious sound of the zither flowed out.
There was deep sorrow and a touch of peace in this smooth sound of the zither.
It should be a song similar to "Requiem" in memory of fallen soldiers.
Although Zhao Ling didn't have much attainment in playing the piano, she could tell that Meng Yuan's piano skills were superb.
In the warm afterglow of the sunset, the cold jade-like man sat against the wind, his black hair was flying, his clothes were fluttering, his eyes and eyebrows are lowered, he was concentrating and mourning. Excellent temperament, unparalleled elegance.
She couldn't help staring. All along, she had extreme disdain for those women's nympho behavior, however, at this moment, she suddenly realized that in front of Meng Yuan, she was no different from those categorised girls.
Lamentably, her integrity had been broken, but what made her even more depressed was that she had no intention of mending it up.
The next few days, Zhao Ling's life was very pure.
Since the rumors that she was possessed by evil spirits spread around, under the deliberate exaggeration of Cui Shi and Zhao Ruo, the entire imperial government avoided her. Zhao Mingxuan was clamoring to go to Fengheyuan to see eldest sister, but was grounded by his mother, and the old lady Zhao also avoided her for various reasons.
Not to mention Zhao Jiang, the little self-esteem that he finally recovered was knocked back to the bottom in an instant, how could he be happy? So he poured his anger on Zhao Ling, if it wasn't for King Xuan who was supporting her, maybe Zhao Jiang would have sent this eldest daughter directly to the family temple and let her die on her own there.
Zhao Ling naturally wouldn't take these to heart. She had never regarded this government house as her home, nor did she regard these people working for the government as her family. Since they were irrelevant people to her, why should she care about their attitudes?
Therefore, her small days in Fengheyuan were very comfortable.
However, the situation in the capital was not as harmonious and stable as Zhao Ling's small days in Fengheyuan.
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The Feiyunqi Great Camp was built on a platform in the southwest of Shengjing City. It covered an area of more than two hundred acres and could accommodate thirty thousand troops, but the resident troops were generally around six thousand.
Although King Xuan's mansion suffered heavy losses in the Battle of Kinuchuan seven years ago, more than three hundred thousand men from the Meng family who were guarding the border between Beidi and Xiliang were still there.
The Meng family army was the most brave and best fighting army among all the armies of the Dasheng Dynasty, while the Feiyun Cavalry was an elite force carefully selected from the Meng family army. Whether it was weapons and equipment, or fighting ability, other armies had nothing comparable to theirs.
As the sharpest sword of the Meng family's army, Feiyun rode on the battlefield against the Beidi army. How many times it was like a broken bamboo.
In this world, how many rulers and generals were greedy for Feiyunqi. However, Feiyunqi was established by the first Xuanwang himself, and he only obeyed the current Xuanwang for generations. Others, not even Emperor Ming, could be dispatched.
Standing on the high stand, Zhao Ling, who had always been calm and composed, couldn't help but be shocked.
The large camp, which could accommodate tens of thousands of people, was completely dark, and the flying cloud knights were neatly lined up. Everyone was dressed in black and had a solemn expression.
Standing at the forefront was the dark guard of the Xuan Wangfu. The dark guards of Xuanwang's mansion were all outstanding ones selected from Feiyunqi. Zhao Ling saw a few familiar faces. Yan Mo, Xue Hao, and He Qing were all on the list.
The leader was a tall, middle-aged man with a square face, looking resolute and stoic, with a dignified appearance. He took a step forward, bowed to Meng Yuan and Zhao Ling in the stands, and said, "Your subordinate Wen Renyuan, I have seen the prince and princess."
His voice was strong and powerful, his face solemn, and his whole body exuded an unquestionable majesty. Since he was in the first place, he must be the leader of Feiyunqi.
Zhao Ling felt that this person was a little familiar, and after thinking for a while, it turned out that it was the middle-aged man who came to greet Meng Yuan at the Suzhou dock last time.
After Wen Renyuan saluted, all the flying cloud knights on the entire camp ground greeted both of them in unison.
"I have seen the prince and princess."
Nearly ten thousand people spoke in unison, shaking the core of Zhao Ling who had never experienced it before. This scene almost made her deaf.
Meng Yuan sat in the wheelchair with his back straight, his face was always as cold as jade, and he was calm. He held Zhao Ling's hand, although his tone was soft, but because of the use of internal strength, the words were clearly transmitted to the ears of every soldier in the school. "Everyone has seen the princess. From now on, seeing the princess is like seeing the king, and the princess' order is the king's order."
"Subordinates obey."
Zhao Ling turned her head to look at Meng Yuan, and held his cold hand back, her heart moving was self-evident.
She knew that Meng Yuan's move was to justify her name.
He was declaring to the world that even if she was a demon girl or possessed by an evil spirit, she Zhao Ling was always Princess Xuan.
"Please, a toast to the prince and princess." Changdong held a tray in his hand, and inside the tray were two glasses of water and wine.
Meng Yuan nodded slightly towards Zhao Ling. Zhao Ling understood, picked up two glasses of wine, and handed one of them to Meng Yuan.
Despite being in a wheelchair, Meng Yuan's domineering power was still evident. He raised the wine glass, his expression was cold and solemn, and he said in a loud voice: "Since the body is dead, the gods use the spirit, and the soul is determined to be the hero of the ghost. This cup of wine is dedicated to all the dead soldiers in the Guinu River. This king swears here that I will clear the snow and redress the injustices to comfort the souls of the dead."
"To wash away the injustice, to comfort the souls of the dead." There was another unanimous voice below, resounding through the sky.
After the toast, Chang Dong took a zither and placed it on Meng Yuan's lap.
Meng Yuan's slender fingers stroked the strings of the zither, the fingertips moved, and the melodious sound of the zither flowed out.
There was deep sorrow and a touch of peace in this smooth sound of the zither.
It should be a song similar to "Requiem" in memory of fallen soldiers.
Although Zhao Ling didn't have much attainment in playing the piano, she could tell that Meng Yuan's piano skills were superb.
In the warm afterglow of the sunset, the cold jade-like man sat against the wind, his black hair was flying, his clothes were fluttering, his eyes and eyebrows are lowered, he was concentrating and mourning. Excellent temperament, unparalleled elegance.
She couldn't help staring. All along, she had extreme disdain for those women's nympho behavior, however, at this moment, she suddenly realized that in front of Meng Yuan, she was no different from those categorised girls.
Lamentably, her integrity had been broken, but what made her even more depressed was that she had no intention of mending it up.
The next few days, Zhao Ling's life was very pure.
Since the rumors that she was possessed by evil spirits spread around, under the deliberate exaggeration of Cui Shi and Zhao Ruo, the entire imperial government avoided her. Zhao Mingxuan was clamoring to go to Fengheyuan to see eldest sister, but was grounded by his mother, and the old lady Zhao also avoided her for various reasons.
Not to mention Zhao Jiang, the little self-esteem that he finally recovered was knocked back to the bottom in an instant, how could he be happy? So he poured his anger on Zhao Ling, if it wasn't for King Xuan who was supporting her, maybe Zhao Jiang would have sent this eldest daughter directly to the family temple and let her die on her own there.
Zhao Ling naturally wouldn't take these to heart. She had never regarded this government house as her home, nor did she regard these people working for the government as her family. Since they were irrelevant people to her, why should she care about their attitudes?
Therefore, her small days in Fengheyuan were very comfortable.
However, the situation in the capital was not as harmonious and stable as Zhao Ling's small days in Fengheyuan.
The Feiyunqi Great Camp was built on a platform in the southwest of Shengjing City. It covered an area of more than two hundred acres and could accommodate thirty thousand troops, but the resident troops were generally around six thousand.Although King Xuan's mansion suffered heavy losses in the Battle of Kinuchuan seven years ago, more than three hundred thousand men from the Meng family who were guarding the border between Beidi and Xiliang were still there.The Meng family army was the most brave and best fighting army among all the armies of the Dasheng Dynasty, while the Feiyun Cavalry was an elite force carefully selected from the Meng family army. Whether it was weapons and equipment, or fighting ability, other armies had nothing comparable to theirs.As the sharpest sword of the Meng family's army, Feiyun rode on the battlefield against the Beidi army. How many times it was like a broken bamboo.In this world, how many rulers and generals were greedy for Feiyunqi. However, Feiyunqi was established by the first Xuanwang himself, and he only obeyed the current Xuanwang for generations. Others, not even Emperor Ming, could be dispatched.Standing on the high stand, Zhao Ling, who had always been calm and composed, couldn't help but be shocked.The large camp, which could accommodate tens of thousands of people, was completely dark, and the flying cloud knights were neatly lined up. Everyone was dressed in black and had a solemn expression.Standing at the forefront was the dark guard of the Xuan Wangfu. The dark guards of Xuanwang's mansion were all outstanding ones selected from Feiyunqi. Zhao Ling saw a few familiar faces. Yan Mo, Xue Hao, and He Qing were all on the list.The leader was a tall, middle-aged man with a square face, looking resolute and stoic, with a dignified appearance. He took a step forward, bowed to Meng Yuan and Zhao Ling in the stands, and said, "Your subordinate Wen Renyuan, I have seen the prince and princess."His voice was strong and powerful, his face solemn, and his whole body exuded an unquestionable majesty. Since he was in the first place, he must be the leader of Feiyunqi.Zhao Ling felt that this person was a little familiar, and after thinking for a while, it turned out that it was the middle-aged man who came to greet Meng Yuan at the Suzhou dock last time.After Wen Renyuan saluted, all the flying cloud knights on the entire camp ground greeted both of them in unison."I have seen the prince and princess."Nearly ten thousand people spoke in unison, shaking the core of Zhao Ling who had never experienced it before. This scene almost made her deaf.Meng Yuan sat in the wheelchair with his back straight, his face was always as cold as jade, and he was calm. He held Zhao Ling's hand, although his tone was soft, but because of the use of internal strength, the words were clearly transmitted to the ears of every soldier in the school. "Everyone has seen the princess. From now on, seeing the princess is like seeing the king, and the princess' order is the king's order.""Subordinates obey."Zhao Ling turned her head to look at Meng Yuan, and held his cold hand back, her heart moving was self-evident.She knew that Meng Yuan's move was to justify her name.He was declaring to the world that even if she was a demon girl or possessed by an evil spirit, she Zhao Ling was always Princess Xuan."Please, a toast to the prince and princess." Changdong held a tray in his hand, and inside the tray were two glasses of water and wine.Meng Yuan nodded slightly towards Zhao Ling. Zhao Ling understood, picked up two glasses of wine, and handed one of them to Meng Yuan.Despite being in a wheelchair, Meng Yuan's domineering power was still evident. He raised the wine glass, his expression was cold and solemn, and he said in a loud voice: "Since the body is dead, the gods use the spirit, and the soul is determined to be the hero of the ghost. This cup of wine is dedicated to all the dead soldiers in the Guinu River. This king swears here that I will clear the snow and redress the injustices to comfort the souls of the dead.""To wash away the injustice, to comfort the souls of the dead." There was another unanimous voice below, resounding through the sky.After the toast, Chang Dong took a zither and placed it on Meng Yuan's lap.Meng Yuan's slender fingers stroked the strings of the zither, the fingertips moved, and the melodious sound of the zither flowed out.There was deep sorrow and a touch of peace in this smooth sound of the zither.It should be a song similar to "Requiem" in memory of fallen soldiers.Although Zhao Ling didn't have much attainment in playing the piano, she could tell that Meng Yuan's piano skills were superb.In the warm afterglow of the sunset, the cold jade-like man sat against the wind, his black hair was flying, his clothes were fluttering, his eyes and eyebrows are lowered, he was concentrating and mourning. Excellent temperament, unparalleled elegance.She couldn't help staring. All along, she had extreme disdain for those women's nympho behavior, however, at this moment, she suddenly realized that in front of Meng Yuan, she was no different from those categorised girls.Lamentably, her integrity had been broken, but what made her even more depressed was that she had no intention of mending it up.The next few days, Zhao Ling's life was very pure.Since the rumors that she was possessed by evil spirits spread around, under the deliberate exaggeration of Cui Shi and Zhao Ruo, the entire imperial government avoided her. Zhao Mingxuan was clamoring to go to Fengheyuan to see eldest sister, but was grounded by his mother, and the old lady Zhao also avoided her for various reasons. Not to mention Zhao Jiang, the little self-esteem that he finally recovered was knocked back to the bottom in an instant, how could he be happy? So he poured his anger on Zhao Ling, if it wasn't for King Xuan who was supporting her, maybe Zhao Jiang would have sent this eldest daughter directly to the family temple and let her die on her own there.Zhao Ling naturally wouldn't take these to heart. She had never regarded this government house as her home, nor did she regard these people working for the government as her family. Since they were irrelevant people to her, why should she care about their attitudes?Therefore, her small days in Fengheyuan were very comfortable.However, the situation in the capital was not as harmonious and stable as Zhao Ling's small days in Fengheyuan.
