Chapter 752

Outside was the battlefield; tonight's moonlight was not clear, but the two could still see the spots of blood on the ground and the traces of the fight.

Sun Fuling kicked away a small pebble on the ground: "The invading enemy wasn't entirely Jin Tao people, right?"

He Lingchuan opened his mouth to answer, only to realize that what she kicked away wasn't a pebble at all, but someone's tooth—a molar, at that.

"..." He'd better not tell her.

Seeing that he didn't make a sound, Sun Fuling asked again.

"There were Longchuan water bandits, Jin Tao and other local refugees, mountain bandits, or hired mercenaries; there were no real Jin Tao soldiers." He Lingchuan regained his focus, "The Jin Tao ultimately didn't dare to openly send troops to invade, so they had to use some scattered soldiers and rogues. But their attack tonight was organized decently, even if they weren't a regular army. Hmm, the person who organized the troops has some skills."

"Then can we enjoy at least a month of peace?"

"I estimate they will break into smaller units and continue their previous methods, with small groups of cavalry continuing to harass the border." He Lingchuan said, "This is my personal deduction, it's not certain, so don't tell outsiders."

Sun Fuling found it funny: "Grand Commander He, who else would I tell?"

They stood by a few fir trees; the innermost one had a hole dented into its trunk, revealing the wood shavings inside. Sun Fuling touched the mark, feeling a bit curious.

"Eh, what kind of thing made this?"

At the same time, He Lingchuan answered as if possessed: "Master Qian?"

Master Qian was refined and fair-skinned, Master Qian was thin and tall, and he had even seen Master Qian showing favor to Sun Fuling at the Shumin Academy with his own eyes, the admiration in his eyes not hidden at all.

Sun Fuling turned her head and asked curiously: "Master Qian? Isn't he at the Shumin Academy?"

As soon as the words left He Lingchuan's mouth, he felt like an idiot. But he remembered Master Sun's teachings not to admit mistakes easily, so he coughed lightly: "Isn't he about to be transferred over?"

"When?" Sun Fuling blinked, "I haven't heard of it, how is your information more well-informed than mine?"

There was a smile in her eyes, becoming more sparkling the more she blinked.

He Lingchuan knew she was teasing him, so he simply straightened his face and said: "What I just said were all military secrets, concerning the safety of the whole city; you must not leak them!"

Sun Fuling bit her lip but couldn't hold back her laughter: "Got it!"

Under the dark moon, in the quiet forest, He Lingchuan could still see her red lips as beautiful as a newly bloomed begonia.

Not knowing if it was the intensity of killing tonight or the rising effect of the alcohol, He Lingchuan grabbed her shoulders and pulled her closer, lowering his head as he said: "Let me probe and see if Master Qian is tight-lipped or not?"

Sun Fuling subconsciously took half a step back, but behind her was the fir tree.

As soon as her back touched the tree, the man's shadow completely enveloped her.

Young Master He finally got to taste the begonia flower as he wished; it was fragrant, soft, and sweet.

He finally knew why bees liked to circle around flower disks.

He finally knew why Lingguang always liked to eat pear paste candy.

Who could refuse this? Not knowing how much time had passed, Sun Fuling gently pushed him away, her eyes more hazy than the moonlight, yet she said with a slight pout:

"What did you eat? It's so spicy."

After saying this, she spat out a clove fruit and examined it in her palm.

He Lingchuan flicked his finger like the wind, snatched it, and threw it away quickly.

"Why kiss me in a place like this?" She pointed outside; three or four zhang away there were bloodstains and dead people.

When others kiss, it's always under flowers and moonlight; they, on the other hand, take an alternative route.

"Uh..." He Lingchuan hadn't thought that much; he just felt that Master Sun was exceptionally charming in this situation, giving him both the heart and the guts of a thief.

And she had responded very well just now, completely unaffected by the lingering killing intent and tragedy of the battlefield.

Afterward, his expression turned solemn.

Sun Fuling poked his arm with her fingertip: "Hey!" Can you stop answering just because you're acting serious? "Shh—" He Lingchuan looked into the distance and said seriously, "Follow me!"

Just now, when he looked up, he saw several red lights wandering in the low sky not far away, then descending to the ground.

That light was somewhat familiar; where had he seen it before? However, the logistics soldiers cleaning the battlefield were coming and going, and not one of them looked up at the sky, turning a blind eye to these red lights, even though they were right in front of them.

Could they not see them?

Seeing that he had serious business to attend to, Sun Fuling was not an ordinary woman; she put away her playfulness and followed his footsteps.

Both of them walked silently at night, moving through the forest like ghosts.

Soon, a figure seemed to flicker ahead.

Several red lights flew down, as if they had come specifically to find him.

He Lingchuan slid forward, and with a swallow-like flash, he stood in front of him.

This person was startled.

Sun Fuling walked out and saw that this seemed to be a logistics guard, picking up weapons and arrowheads on the ground, seemingly nothing special; she didn't know why He Lingchuan stopped him.

The guard stammered: "My, my lord?"

"My lord?" He Lingchuan frowned slightly, "You call me my lord?"

"Ah..." The guard was timid, "I, I just joined the army, I don't know..."

"Everyone in Yuheng City knows me." He Lingchuan pointed at himself, boasting shamelessly, "Anyone who doesn't recognize me is a spy!"

Before the last two words were out, the man raised his hand and fired a sleeve arrow at him, then turned and fled.

Compared to his attack, his movement technique was nimble and his speed was very fast.

Looks like he was a runner-type player. Sun Fuling leaned against the tree watching the fun, not moving at all.

He Lingchuan hadn't finished showing off in front of the beauty when this guy ran away, and his face darkened.

The man ran three steps, his vision blurred, and he slammed into a hard object.

With a bang, he was knocked back three feet, seeing stars and bleeding from his nose.

He had run into He Lingchuan.

This person had appeared in front of the spy; he didn't even need to make a move, as the latter had almost knocked himself out and fell to the ground, unable to climb up for a long time.

Sun Fuling covered her mouth and giggled.

He Lingchuan's physique, is it this hard now?

"Trash, is that how you use a sleeve arrow?" He Lingchuan shook his head, "I definitely didn't teach you that."

He stepped forward twice and kicked the spy on the calf.

With a crisp bone-cracking sound and a scream, the other party's leg was broken.

He Lingchuan almost kicked the spy into a cripple before remembering the beauty was by his side; would being this violent lower his impression score?

He looked back and saw Sun Fuling leaning against the tree, smiling; where was there any discomfort or displeasure? This place was originally a battlefield, and hundreds of lives had just been harvested; a faint smell of blood drifted in the air, which would probably take several days to dissipate.

She was still wearing a snow-velvet cloak tonight, standing in such a gloomy and terrifying place, yet she was as clear as a white orchid blooming quietly in the dark night, beautiful and not out of place.

He Lingchuan picked up the prisoner, made him lean against a big tree, and then started searching his chest.

Soon, his fingertips touched a bit of cold metal.

(End of chapter)