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While Feng Ningyan was deep in thought, footsteps rang out from outside the tent. Li Yao brushed the curtains and called out, "Young Marshal!"

Feng Ningyan came back to her senses and did not expect him to suddenly come in. She rubbed her slightly sour nose and covered up the list of paintings and asked, "What's the matter?"

Liao Yao said, "We received a report saying that Jiang Chongming immediately went to report to Duan Liushao the moment he arrived at Dragon Fang's camp. It seems like they didn't suspect him and have come to ask for Young Marshal's next arrangements."

"Shen Youhuang will definitely think of a way to put pressure on our father. Moreover, it won't be long before he knows that the military intelligence report has been stolen and that our father doesn't have much time left to fight for us."

Feng Ningyan strolled over to the map hanging on the wall and after pondering for a moment, she said, "Currently, the situation in the Southern Yong Pass is more or less clear. Jiang Chongming has also fallen into his trap. We have to finish this quickly before they suspect us!"

Li Yao also walked over and carefully examined the map before asking, "So, what do you plan to do, Young Marshal?"

Feng Ning Yan's gaze fell onto the vicinity of the long and narrow valley.

It was easy to enter, but hard to find.

If they were going to plunder the grain and grass, the valley would be the best location. The enemy would never let go of this opportunity.

She raised her hand and pointed at the valley, "The Southern Wilderness thought that we had fifty thousand people. They will definitely not fight against our main forces, but instead, they will try to ambush and attack us."

Liao Yao nodded and said with furrowed brows, "This place is easy to enter but hard to come by. It's just like the belly of a python. I'm afraid that the Southern Wilderness' army has already set their eyes on this place. Should we take another route?"

Feng Ning Yan laughed: "Since the Southern Wilderness' army has set their eyes on it, why should we go around it? "I have to do what I can to take the risk!"

Although Li Yao knew that the battle plans of his Young Marshal were different from those of his Senior Generals, he still thought of the possibility of encountering an ambush here. Therefore, he couldn't help but worry for the safety of his soldiers and rations.

Feng Ning Yan patted Li Yao on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Vice General Li, don't worry. I guarantee that we won't even lose a single grain of rice!"

"I'm willing to listen to the details!" Li Yao hurriedly asked as he was suddenly infected by Feng Ningyan's confidence.

Feng Ning Yan replied, "If the Southern Wilderness had set up an ambush on us, they would have already occupied the high ground on both sides of the valley. Send some spies to scout first. As long as the Southern Wilderness army comes, I will make sure they won't be able to return! "

In his heart, Liao Yao knew that Feng Ning Yan already had a brilliant plan in mind, and could not help but rejoice.

Thinking of the fallen soldiers from the Southern Yong Pass and his old friend Sima Du, Li Yao was so excited that his eyes turned slightly red.

The loss at the Southern Mountain Pass was accompanied by countless deaths and injuries. This was a rare result of the Southern Ning Army's defeat in many years. The brothers and sisters of the Southern Ning Army viewed it as a great disgrace and disgrace. They always wanted to seek revenge from the people of the Southern Wilderness.

He immediately cupped his fists and said, "Yes! This lowly general will immediately send spies to monitor them and this time, we will definitely go all out to take down the Southern Yong Pass! "

Feng Ningyan smiled and said, "Do not mention anything about it to the soldiers. We will only let the leader cook a good meal and add more meat, but we cannot drink alcohol. "Just say that in two hours, this young marshal will train his troops through the night."

"This subordinate understands." Li Yao received the order and walked up to the front of the tent. He then turned around with a smile and said, "It's all thanks to Young Marshal knowing Jiang Chongming's personality like the back of his hand that we were able to set this trap for him. Young Marshal, you truly deserve to be called Young Marshal!"

When Feng Ningyan heard this, she couldn't help but be startled. Her gaze was once again attracted by the list of paintings.

This wasn't because she was knowledgeable about the generals of the Southern Wilderness, but because of the Pavilion of Interpretation. It was because of Shen Lingjue's help …

Why bother coming?

He was the prince of Yu that all the women in the world admired. What virtue or ability did she have to keep him here?

She couldn't help but let out a soft sigh. Her originally clear mind suddenly became chaotic.

In front of his eyes, the strange scenes of He Li and the others constantly appeared.

She thought of the man who had rescued her from the Southern Yongguan dungeon, the familiar scent of a scented sachet on his body.

He thought about the familiar figure that had appeared outside the tent in the Southern Wilderness.

Remembering the intercepted military intelligence report and the list of the enemy army portraits in front of him...

She kept asking in her heart, where is Shen Lingjue, did he leave Ningnan County?

If he was always at her side, then the familiar figure she had seen before was most likely not an illusion. It was him.

But if he didn't show himself, was he still hating her for her heartlessness?

Thinking back to when he used his own blood to write the letter and the look of pain in Shen Ling Jue's eyes, his eyes seemed to be like the raging waves, asking her again and again why she was so resolute.

She had known his every expression, every movement, but the volume and the book had been written with blood dripping from every word, like a steel knife, mercilessly cutting off their feelings.

He had thought that being separated like that and living in peace for the rest of his life was good for him too.

But now, Feng Ningyan understood that even if it was a different path, it wouldn't be able to stop her from thinking about him …

She could not help but panic and feel extremely stifled. She suddenly wanted to drink, so she took out a pot of unopened wine and held it in her hand. She opened the tent flap and slowly walked out of the camp.

She strolled into the forest behind the military camp. Looking up at the sky and seeing the stars between the tree branches, she felt less depressed.

Her footsteps startled a few birds.

A few steps later, he saw a small stream flowing through the forest.

Feng Ning Yan couldn't help but think back to the time when she and Shen Ling Jue disguised themselves and went back to Ningnan County, where they rested in the forest by the side of the road.

With just his hearing alone, Shen Lingjue was able to tell the resting place of the flock of birds. He used a stone to take down three turtles and roasted them for her to eat.

That night, in such a dense forest, she looked up at the bright moon in the western sky, and beside her was his warm embrace.

At that time, how could she have thought that she would become alone so quickly? The person that she had to rely on, he had no idea where she was …

Feng Ning Yan gulped down a mouthful of wine, but could not feel the taste in her mouth. Following Shen Ling Jue's example from back then, she picked up a few stones and quietly sneaked into the forest.

With a hualala sound, the flying bird was startled. At the same time, a turtledove was knocked down by the stone and fell onto the ground.

Feng Ning Yan picked up the turtledove and cleaned it by the stream. Then, she set up a bonfire and started to roast it.

As the fire gradually increased in intensity, the roasted meat on the wooden shelf began to emit sizzling oil and emit a rich fragrance.

Feng Ning Yan stared at the bonfire in a daze, as if she had gone back to that night. Within the bonfire, she seemed to once again see Shen Ling Jue's face and smile …

When the turtledove was done roasting it, Feng Ning took off the cigarette and took a bite, but she felt bitter all over.

The grilled meat without salt tasted tasteless, completely devoid of the fresh taste that she remembered.

Could it be that what Shen Lingjue said was true, that the roasted bird was his unique skill, and was roasted differently than him?

Feng Ningyan bitterly smiled, her tears unconsciously streaming down her face.

A gust of mountain wind blew past. She suddenly felt cold and couldn't help but to flinch. But this time, there wasn't a single broad shoulder to lean on. No one would wear a cloak for her anymore.

She stared blankly at the bonfire, lost in her memories. She didn't realize that not far away, behind a tree, stood two men dressed in black, almost blending into the darkness.