C282 Xiao Lu's hand

"Really?" Xuanyuan Chen asked hesitantly, his expression solemn enough to drip ink. His palm slowly moved towards Xie Qingrong's fingertip, tightly wrapping her palm within his palm.

"That's just my guess." Xie Qingrong said indifferently, as he held Xuanyuan Chen's hand and continued: "Regardless of whether or not my guess is correct, we must prepare everything. Otherwise, we will only be trapped in a trap, and will be trapped even deeper."

"Yes." Xuanyuan Chen changed the topic of conversation and said: "A Rong, how long do you need to complete the map of the Mo Bei?"

Although the Mo Bei's marching map was complete and detailed, but Xuanyuan Chen had seen the map that Xie Qingrong had made, and he was no longer interested in the map that was made here.

"Drawing up a map is not a difficult task, it is just that this Mo Bei is vast and endless, it would be difficult for me to travel through all the regions within a short period of time." Xie Qingrong frowned, as she said with some difficulty.

Although she had photographic memory for the map, this Mo Bei spanned across the entire Northwest region. With just her alone, it was impossible to complete the map in a few days.

Before they came here, they had already carefully checked the distribution map of the Innate Kingdom in Xuanyuan Chen's study room. The Mo Bei's territory was vast, and incomparably vast.

If it was a prolonged battle, this weak line of defense would be cut down by the enemy sooner or later.

"I do not need the entire Mo Bei's map. I only need to find the weakest parts of the troops, arrange for them to work, and re-establish a strong defense line." Xuanyuan Chen said.

It would be a waste of time if he were to pay careful attention to every single one of them.

"Alright, leave this matter to me. I will take care of it." Xie Qingrong agreed.

Life in the military camp was very boring. Everyday, it was a monotonous training, a competition of martial arts.

The Mo Bei's winter was approaching, and many people had already put on heavy cotton-padded jackets to protect themselves from the severe cold.

Xie Qingrong didn't allow herself to rest at all as she continued to travel all over Mo Bei. There was originally some flesh on the two sides of her face, but at this moment, both of her cheeks had become thinner and her chin was pointy.

Xuanyuan Chen felt extreme heartache, but he couldn't stop it.

One day, Xuanyuan Chen finally could not bear to see it anymore. He pulled Xie Qingrong, who was about to leave the room, and stroked her cheeks, which no longer had any trace of flesh, as he said with a pained heart: "These few days, you have become thinner."

Xie Qingrong laughed, her eyes curved and said: "There's nothing I can do, in half a month, Mo Bei will enter the winter. The weather is cold and the snow is falling, so I won't be able to survey the terrain. "

"But, A Rong's body is the most important thing. Once the Mo Bei's winter has passed, she can continue with the previous mission." Xuanyuan Chen pushed the hair on both sides of Xie Qingrong's face behind his ears, and her handsome face was filled with pain.

"Chen, you should know better than I do when this war will come back. If we delay it any further, we will be able to predict the risks and consequences we will face." Xie Qingrong retracted the smile on her face, her expression was solemn and serious, the temperature in her eyes quickly dropped, as cold and indifferent as when she first saw him.

She had long since made the preparations that the whole world would fall into war. In the past, she had never cared about matters that involved her own life.

But, ever since Xuanyuan Chen brought her to cure the water plague in Nanping, she felt that life was beautiful and full of vitality for the first time. Even if he was able to survive in this alternate world as someone else, didn't that also prove how tenacious he was?

So what if it was hard to reduce the risk of war?

Xuanyuan Chen pursed his lips, a slight crease appeared between his brows, and he pulled Xie Qingrong's hand as he said indifferently: "I'm more familiar with Mo Bei than you.

Xie Qingrong chuckled, smoothing Xuanyuan Chen's frown, and said smiling: "Let's go."

Sure enough, under Xuanyuan Chen's lead, Xie Qingrong took fewer detours than before.

Near a stream, Xie Qingrong was squatting on a rock, holding a thin carbon pen in one hand and a beige colored Xuan paper in the other.

Xuanyuan Chen stared at Xie Qingrong's continuous movements, seeing the gradually appearing item on the beige paper, he was slightly surprised, "You are recording this?"

"Yes." Xie Qingrong answered without lifting her head, "Although I have photographic memory, my memory is not as good as a rotten pen. The scariest thing about these maps is that they are confused. If we record them down like this, some blurry problems will be easily solved. "

"Is this the hill we were walking on?" Xuanyuan Chen asked as he pointed to a small hill like pattern on the Xuan paper.

In the midst of Xuanyuan Chen's and Xie Qingrong's questions and answers, Xie Qingrong had already completely revealed the appearance of this valley on the xuan paper.

With Xuanyuan Chen's help, the missions that Xie Qingrong had originally predicted would take a month to complete were now all completed in half a month.

Inside the main tent of the army camp, large and small, nearly forty volumes of Xuan paper were neatly piled up in a corner of the table. On the table, a brand-new piece of Xuan paper had been neatly spread out.

Xie Qingrong closed her eyes and connected the various places she had been to and the routes she had memorized together before appearing in her mind.

After roughly finding the direction to place the brush, Xie Qingrong picked up the thin carbon pen that was placed on top of the mountain. This was something that Xuanyuan Chen ordered someone to create, and it was specially prepared for Xie Qingrong to draw.

The main streets, main roads, and some other secondary roads of the Mo Bei were outlined out one by one.

Whenever he met a forgotten area, he would flip through the records and look through them before continuing to draw.

Xuanyuan Chen stood by Xie Qingrong's side, his gentle eyes constantly watching Xie Qingrong's actions. The other generals were also within their tents, not daring to breathe out, afraid that they would interrupt Xie Qingrong's drawing.

Finally, he completed the Mo Bei's Road Map and used a different color pen to specially draw the marks on some of the terrain.

After about an hour, he was finally done. Xie Qingrong put down the carbon pen in his hand, heaved a sigh of relief, and scrunched his eyebrows, "Fortunately, I did not fail my mission."

Five generals surrounded the table, carefully inspecting the map that Xie Qingrong had drawn up. After comparing the maps that they had with the others, they discovered that Xie Qingrong had drawn up a very detailed and clear map, and had even marked out the important topography. It was obvious that this map was much simpler and more convenient than the one she had drawn up earlier.

He could see the route clearly.

Xie Qingrong walked out of the tent, looking at the dark gray sky, Xuanyuan Chen and Lin Mu followed closely behind.

Lin Mu said from behind Xie Qingrong, "Royal Concubine, your beautiful display is enough to make these generals with high standards admire you."

Xie Qingrong squinted her eyes and replied: "It's not enough yet."

Not only did she want the admiration of these generals, she also wanted their trust and loyalty!