The Prime Minister’s Darling-Chapter 1548 - 752 Black Wind King goes to battle! (Second release)_3
Chapter 1548: 752 Black Wind King goes to battle! (Second release)_3
Mrs. Nan said, "Old Meng has gone to walk the horses, Ayan and Xiaoshun went with their master to chop wood, and I’m the only one at home; they just left and won’t be back so soon. Are you hungry? Shall I make you something to eat?"
"Mrs. Nan, you..."
Gu Jiao pointed to the poison blood all over her face.
Mrs. Nan, her seven orifices bleeding, smiled and said, "Would you like noodles or dumplings? My cooking has improved a lot recently, or how about I make you a pancake?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Mrs. Nan collapsed with a thud!
Gu Jiao held her forehead, "You’ve been poisoned, Mrs. Nan."
Gu Jiao helplessly shook her head, carried Mrs. Nan back to the room, and gave her the antidote from the table.
She took a bottle out of her bosom and placed it on the bedside table, inside was Gu Changqing’s blood.
She left a note.
She opened the drawer and counted the nutrients she had left for King Heifeng.
There were less than two left.
Was King Heifeng still refusing to eat, relying only on nutrients to sustain vital signs?
Gu Jiao arrived at the Backyard.
The Red-Tasseled Spear stood under the scorching sun.
King Heifeng, who had lost much weight, lay on the ground, looking like a dying old horse that had completely lost its fighting spirit.
It was indifferent to Gu Jiao’s approach.
It had lost interest and enthusiasm for anything.
Gu Jiao knelt on one knee in front of it like a knight, and raised her hand to touch its head.
"I need you."
"Need you to stand up."
"Need you to return to the battlefield."
"Need you to fight alongside me."
"Not as master and steed, but as comrades and partners."
King Heifeng did not respond.
It wanted to die for its master and could no longer hear any sounds from the outside world.
Sadness welled up in Gu Jiao’s heart.
Strange, she actually started to feel normal human emotions.
She gently stroked King Heifeng’s head, no longer insisting.
Everyone can have their own choices.
Horses, too.
Gu Jiao thought it was time to let King Heifeng go.
She soothed King Heifeng’s head and softly began to sing the war song.
"Why say there are no clothes? I share my robe with you."
"The king raises the army, I sharpen my spear and shield. I share your enemies."
"Why say there are no clothes? I share my cloak with you."
"The king raises the army, I sharpen my lance and halberd. I toil with you."
On the roof of the Xuanyuan Family’s house.
Liao Chen’s heart suddenly throbbed; he stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the sky, humming softly, "Why say there are no clothes, I share my garment with you."
"The king raises the army, I prepare my armor and weapons."
"I accompany you on the journey."
In the Military Camp.
The military officers sat on the ground gnawing on cold, hard Steamed Buns. Someone started, not knowing who, "Why say there are no clothes? I share my robe with you."
The harsh voice sounded like it came from a broken bellows, not pleasant to hear.
But soon others joined in singing with him.
Inside the barracks, General Han frowned, "What’s going on?"
The deputy grimaced, "It’s the war song of the Xuanyuan Family."
The Xuanyuan Family always sang the war song before marching to battle, and also when sending off comrades.
But since the four great families took over the Xuanyuan Family’s forces, they had never allowed the soldiers to sing the Xuanyuan Family’s war song again.
"Why say there are no clothes? I share my robe with you. The king raises the army, I sharpen my spear and shield."
"I share your enemies!"
The entire Military Camp was filled with the war song of the Xuanyuan Family, the choked and hoarse voices, laden with deep sorrow, soared to the heavens and roared across the vast seas!
Gu Jiao said goodbye to King Heifeng, pulled out the Red-Tasseled Spear from beside her.
With or without King Heifeng, she must return to her battlefield.
As she walked to the door, there suddenly came a rustling movement behind her.
Gu Jiao paused, turned around, and saw King Heifeng, which had just lost its will to fight, slowly standing up.
The fighting spirit reignited in its eyes.
It was the Dayan’s only female King Heifeng, it had lived a legendary life, its achievements making all other horses pale in comparison.
At sixteen years old, it was old and should have retired from the historical stage.
Yet no one knew, its legend truly began at this moment!
