Chapter 44 Chapter 44: Godly Hand Long Tao, Facing Yashi

"Perhaps...His Royal Highness doesn't want the princess to worry about the war, and pretends that the two armies are still at a stalemate...or maybe he is just afraid that the princess will worry, and wants the princess to raise her baby with peace of mind...or just find a reason to come and see the princess That's all..." Zhumeng chattered, making up a reason for Long Yang. "Is there not enough food in the city?" Yan Wei's eyes were full of confusion. "Well, I heard that Yang Jun was besieging and not fighting. He only harassed a small group every day. His intention was to make the city run out of food..." Zhumeng said in a low voice.

Yan Wei frowned: "Then how much food is stored in the city now? Is it enough for a few days?" "The price of rice has risen dozens of times. Almost all the fish, shrimp, crabs and turtles in Yihu Lake have been fished out. The poor people even fished the water plants in the lake and the willow leaves by the lake to satisfy their hunger. King Rende, open a warehouse to release grain Porridge was given out, and everyone in the palace was ordered to eat only two meals a day, and all the porridge was eaten, and the food was reserved for the soldiers who guarded the city. Here, the princess... because she is pregnant, she is extra gracious, allowing three meals, and all food expenses, Comparing with the concubine's standard, even the king himself only eats this kind of diet. As for how much food is stored in the city, it is not up to the servants to make wild judgments." Zhu Meng said.

It turned out to be like this... I'm afraid that there is not much food in the city, otherwise the palace people wouldn't be suffering so much.Yan Wei scooped up the porridge in the bowl with a spoon, brought it to her mouth with sympathy, and asked, "What about you? Can two meals of porridge be enough?" Zhu Meng nodded: "This slave girl eats a small amount, it's enough." But as soon as the words fell, her stomach growled twice, Zhu Meng lowered her head and blushed. Yan Wei smiled, pushed the remaining half bowl of porridge over, pointed to the fish and said, "You should eat this fish soon, I'm full, and I can't bear the smell."

Zhumeng said anxiously: "How can this happen!" Yan Wei smiled and said: "I'll eat it for you, you can eat it, don't waste it. If tomorrow's food suits my appetite, you just want it, and I won't give it to you!" Ever since she found out that she was in a besieged city, Yan Wei never had a good night's sleep. Whether it is dreaming back at midnight or sitting idle during the day, there is always the sound of killing and felling faintly in the ears. From time to time, you will feel that the earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking, as if there are countless chariots rushing, or like rolling wood and thunder and stones rolling down from the top of the city. Even in the slightly cool autumn wind, there seemed to be traces of bloody smell.Heart, as if being tormented in a furnace, could not be at peace for a moment.

The "Thousand Gold Prescriptions" made with Solanum nigrum, I'm afraid... can only stop here, nine ice balls, sixty-one recipes.Yan Wei embroidered a pink and white hollyhock flower on the first one, and a pink and purple wey on the last one, like a small butterfly with wings.The first embroidery was very rough, and the silk thread was wrinkled and tangled, like a hickey engraved on the ice cloth. Because Long Yang said he wanted to watch her embroider last time, Yan Wei embroidered.That's right... just listen to what he said once, if not, I don't know if I will have a chance in the future.

Roll up all the ice cloths one by one, put them in flower gauze bags, wrap them in brocade, and put them in lacquer boxes for storage.I thought, even if I can't save my life this time, at least this thing has been handed down for future generations to see, and it would be good to get a sigh, so that this life in the world is not in vain... As soon as the prescription was packed, Zhumeng served dinner, which was still just a porridge, a sauce and a dish, but the dish was not the usual fish, shrimp and aquatic products, but a side of roasted meat. Yan Wei fiddled with the meat with her chopsticks, and saw that the color was bright red and the texture was rough, but she didn't know what it was, so she asked Zhumeng, "What kind of meat is this? Why haven't I seen it before?"

Zhu Meng came over to take a look, and replied: "I don't know either, I'll ask." Then she ran downstairs. Yan Wei took the porridge to drink, waited for a while, but when Zhumeng did not come up, she picked up the meat again with her chopsticks and put it to her lips.A burst of fishy smell came, and Yan Wei was immediately disgusted and wanted to vomit.Just as he was about to put down the meat, he saw Zhumeng running up the stairs in three steps and two steps, and said in his mouth: "Princess, this is horse meat." Yan Wei was startled, and as soon as she let go of her hand, the meat fell onto the plate. Yan Wei put down the chopsticks and sighed softly, "Have you already started killing soldiers and horses for food in the city?"

Zhumeng's eyes turned red, and she lowered her head and said, "Well, I heard that there is no more food. The soldiers and servants have been eating only horse meat since the day before yesterday... There is still some rice and wheat left in the palace, and only the king and the princess are waiting. Only a few people deserve it.” Yan Wei nodded and said, "You can eat this meat." Zhumeng was a little puzzled: "Princess..." Yan Wei smiled: "Women are not allowed to eat horses when they are pregnant, otherwise it will be difficult to give birth after a month."

Sweat immediately dripped from the tip of Zhumeng's nose: "This...doesn't the palace servant know about it? If he knew, how could he give this to the princess?" Yan Wei had never seen Zhumeng so anxious, but instead comforted her and said, "Maybe I don't know... After all, horse meat is not a daily food, or something went wrong, and everyone was negligent..." Before the words fell, a long horn broke the silence of the evening, and then, the loud snare drum sounded low and rhythmically, thump, thump, thump!Boom boom boom!Yan Wei and Zhu Meng looked at each other, not knowing what happened.

After a while, I heard a sound like thunder, rolling across the sky from time to time, and at the same time, the ground under my feet began to vibrate, and there was a faint sound of killing, which was not very real, coming in waves one after another.The so-called earth shaking, that's it. "Could it be that Yang Jun started a general attack?" Yan Wei murmured, and Zhu Meng exchanged a glance, both of them saw fear in the pupils of both sides. Suddenly, a blazing flame rose into the sky, illuminating the western sky, as if the setting sun jumped up from the horizon again, burning blazingly... Not long after, the other three directions also ignited fire. Brighter and brighter, more and more fierce, burning the night into day.The scorching heat wave, like a tidal wave, wriggled, jumped, stepped over the window, licked the face, devoured the hair, like an invisible apprentice, and regarded the men, women, old and young in this city as their own. own plaything.

Until, another burst of drums sounded. Boom boom boom boom! Boom boom boom boom! The sound of the drum is high-pitched and passionate, piercing the clouds and cracking the silk, and there is a faint sound of metal. It is a bronze drum!It was the bronze drum that Wu Jie beat when hunting in the water.This inspiring drumbeat makes people feel certain that Jiang Jun is fighting back, fighting, and fighting to the death! Although the ground is still shaking, although the fire is still burning, although the sound of killing and felling has not stopped, even getting higher and louder, but as long as the bronze drum keeps on, the people are there, and the city is also there! The head of the Tianwei Gate. Long Yang of the Xuanjia giant sword stood like a statue, his battle robe was torn into strands, fluttering in the wind, and his whole body was mottled like a bath of blood. In the sky, the arrows were like rain, the stones were like hail, and the fire arrows were like shooting stars.From time to time, there would be one or two dying screams, which made people's eardrums hurt. On the top of the city, there are piles of dead bodies, blood flowing like a river.When the soldiers defending the city finished shooting arrows, they used rolling wooden sandbags. When the rolling wooden sandbags were used up, they used the corpses of their comrades as weapons and threw them into the city to resist the wriggling Yang Jun on the ladder.Below the city, the moat has been filled with corpses, and all the ladders are placed on layers of corpses, making no distinction between enemy and friend.In the distance, there is a black mass of Yang Jun, flags and flags covering the sun, cars dust covering the sky, like a vast ocean with waves, and Zeyi has become a solitary boat in the sea. On the top of the city, every gap was opened, every Yang Jun attacked the city, Long Yang rushed to help with a dozen dragon cavalry school captains like the wind, where the green front rises and falls, the blood bursts, and the flesh and blood fly together... The top of the city was captured, then repelled, captured again, repelled again... In an instant, it changed hands more than a dozen times. Inside the watchtower, there are black steps with drums.I saw his arms rising and falling rhythmically, regardless of the surrounding battle situation, as if everything in the world was controlled by him alone.Surrounded by a circle of soldiers holding shields, the Wujie was guarded airtight. "Report—" A schoolboy knelt down on one knee at Long Yang's feet. "How about the city gate?" Long Yang's voice was hoarse. "The city gate is safe, but the earth inside the gate is piled up like a mountain, and the enemy can't break it for a long time." The little school replied. "What about the other three schools?" Long Yang asked again. "The rest of the three gates are guarded by the natural danger of Yihu Lake. The enemy army just feigned an attack. According to His Highness's plan, they have already used oil slicks to attack and retreat the enemy." The little school replied again. "How is it in the city?" Long Yang asked again. "Several houses were ignited by fire arrows. The Taifu led civil servants and led the people to save themselves, but there was no serious problem." The primary school was articulate and neat. "Okay! Investigate again and report again!" After Long Yang finished speaking, he swung his sword and beheaded a soldier of Yang Jun who had climbed up to the top of the city. Yang Jun fell one after another, and several miserable howls rang out. Boom boom boom boom! Boom boom boom boom! The sound of passionate drums penetrated the night and struck everyone's hearts. As long as the drums keep beating, Jiang Jun will not be defeated; as long as Jiang Jun is not defeated, the city will exist; as long as the city exists, people will be safe! The whole city of Zeyi stayed up all night. As the first ray of morning light pierced through the mist, the sound of the drum unexpectedly stopped. Is it a win?Still lost?Or maybe it's just that the enemy has stopped attacking.Everyone has the same question in their hearts, but no one can answer it. On this day, the palace was exceptionally peaceful, as if nothing had happened, everyone was tormented by this question, and it was dusk again in a blink of an eye. Zhumeng served dinner again, but there was only one porridge and one sauce, but today the sauce had a weird smell. Yan Wei frowned, staring at Zhu Meng, but saw that Zhu Meng lowered her head slightly, her eyes were blank, as if she was thinking about something on her mind, and she didn't pay attention to Yan Wei's abnormal state at all.Yan Wei looked out of the window, but saw that the sky was high and the clouds were clear, the autumn trees were verdant, and the palaces and buildings in the distance stood quietly in the misty mist. It was peaceful and peaceful, just like drawing a picture, as if the fierce battle last night was just a nightmare. "What kind of sauce is this today? It has a strange smell..." Yan Wei asked. "Ah..." Zhumeng seemed a little dazed, "It's fish sauce, right?" "Yeah." Yan Wei remained calm, "I don't like the taste, you can eat it." "Yes." Zhu Meng picked up the dish of sauce, turned around and was about to go downstairs. "Slow!" Yan Wei called to Zhu Meng, who looked up at Yan Wei, seemingly puzzled. "Taste it first and see how it tastes." Yan Wei still said calmly. Although Zhumeng felt a little strange in her heart, she still obediently held the chopsticks, lightly dipped a little sauce, and was about to put it in her mouth. Yan Wei was in a hurry, and hurriedly shouted: "No!"