Story of Yanxi Palace: Fu Ying's banner will never fall

Chapter 227 Rescue Chen Bi

Fortunately, Fu Heng's condition eventually stabilized.

Wei Yingluo breathed a sigh of relief. It was like a turbid air that had been held in her heart for a long time, and it was finally released at this moment.

Her body seemed to be drained of strength and she suddenly collapsed. She leaned against the bed, her eyes full of fatigue.

After a while, Wei Yingluo said to the leader of the secret guards, "Tianyi, take your men to find a carriage right now. We must set off back to the capital immediately."

Then, she tucked in the quilt for the sleeping Fu Heng, her movements gentle and full of care.

Her eyes were full of determination, like a general issuing an important military order. Although her voice was still trembling, it was full of resolution.

"Yes." Secret Guard Tianyi quickly took people to find a carriage.

His movements were quick and agile, and he turned and left the tent like a whirlwind, with a sense of mission in his eyes, knowing that his mission was urgent and important.

Wei Yingluo's heart seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds. She thought that now she could only rely on her master and hope that her master could return to the capital.

But the best thing is to be able to find my master. After much thought, I think he is the only one in this world who can cure such a vicious miasma.

Her heart was like a small boat drifting on a rough sea. Her master and grandmaster were the distant lighthouses and her only hope.

Wei Yingluo took out a carrier pigeon, which seemed to be her last hope.

Her eyes were full of pleading as she looked at the carrier pigeon, as if she was telling the pigeon about her helplessness.

With trembling hands, she took out the note, dipped the pen tip into the ink, and wrote a sentence, "Young Master has been poisoned by miasma. Go find Ye Tianshi and his master immediately."

She wrote each word with great force, as if she wanted to pour all her anxiety and hope into the piece of paper. The handwriting was slightly deformed due to the force.

Then, she tied the note to the pigeon's foot, tying the knot with her fingers clumsily. Due to nervousness, her fingers failed to complete the movement accurately several times.

Wei Yingluo released the carrier pigeon to find Bixiao. She stared at the pigeon with eyes full of reluctance and expectation. She watched the pigeon disappear in the sky and prayed silently in her heart that the pigeon could find Bixiao smoothly.

On the other side, the day Hailancha and Liu Baizhi agreed to take action has arrived.

The night fell quietly like a huge dark blue curtain, and the endless darkness seemed to swallow up everything in the world.

In the night sky, a few stars are twinkling lonely, like lonely watchers in the darkness, emitting a faint and cold light, which seems so small in the boundless darkness.

The bonfire in the center of the Holland tribe's tent was burning brightly. The jumping flames licked the darkness, dyeing everything around it with a warm orange-yellow glow.

The flame seemed to be a living spirit, dancing happily and making crackling sounds. The sound was like the flame spirit singing happily, and it seemed to be telling an ancient story, a story that contained the history, heritage and glory of the Holan tribe.

The tribesmen gathered around the campfire, their faces filled with joy and satisfaction. Their laughter and conversations intertwined like a harmonious symphony.

Several long wooden tables were filled with fine wine, which was brewed using the tribe’s secret ancestral method. It exuded a mellow aroma that permeated the air like an invisible temptation.

The young leader of the Holan tribe stood up, his figure looking particularly tall in the light of the fire. He was tall and straight, like a pine tree standing on the grassland, full of strength and majesty.

He said in a loud voice: "People of the Holan tribe, today we are gathered here again. Let us drink this bowl of wine for the abundance of this grassland, the peace of our tribe, and our close family friendship!"

After saying this, he tilted his head back, the liquor slid down his throat, his face was filled with heroism, and his smile was like the most brilliant flower blooming on the grassland, full of vitality and vigor.

Everyone cheered in unison, holding up their wine bowls and drinking from them. The young warriors toasted each other, their eyes flashing with fiery light, like burning flames.

Under the influence of alcohol, he began to recount his heroic deeds of chasing prey and fighting wild wolves on the grassland.

Each story seemed like an exciting war song, which made the people around them excited. The people around them applauded and cheered, and their applause was as loud as thunder, echoing in the night sky.

Then they toasted him one after another, and soon everyone was drunk.

Their eyes began to become blurred and their bodies swayed, like reeds in the wind, which could fall down at any time.

Their laughter became louder and their words became more unclear, but the atmosphere of joy became more intense.

However, in Chenbi's tent, the atmosphere was particularly solemn.

On such a gathering day, her maid also got news from people of other tribes.

That was the child of the saint, Axia, who had secretly escaped to find his mother. However, he was discovered by the guards while escaping, and they hurriedly chased him. Axia was careless and fell into a trap for catching wild animals. He was covered in blood and his body was left in the trap.

The scene must have been horrific. The maid's heart felt as if it was being pressed down by a huge rock, and her mood was as heavy as if it was filled with lead.

She was hesitating, not knowing whether she should tell her master.

Her eyes were full of hesitation, like a traveler who had lost his way in the dark and didn't know which direction to take.

In her heart, Axia was the last hope of the saint. If she knew that Axia had died without a burial place, she would definitely go crazy.

But if I don't tell her, she will be deceived by Abidar forever and become a pawn.

There was a fierce struggle in her heart, as if there were two little people constantly arguing.

One villain said that he must tell the master the truth and not let her be deceived; the other villain said that he must not tell her, otherwise she would not be able to bear it. She clenched her hands tightly together, her fingers turned white due to the force, and her body trembled slightly.

After thinking it over, the maid decided to speak, "Saint, I heard that Axia..." Her voice was a little trembling, like a leaf in the wind, which could be blown down at any time.

But before she could finish her words, the veiled Liu Baizhi rushed into the tent like an agile cheetah. Her heart was filled with tension and anxiety, like a taut bowstring.

Liu Baizhi's eyes were full of determination, as if she had made up her mind and nothing could stop her.

He grabbed the heavy jade and was about to leave.

Her movements were swift and powerful, like a sudden whirlwind, and she was by Chen Bi's side in an instant. Her hands tightly grasped Chen Bi's arms, and the strength seemed to be to rescue Chen Bi from danger in an instant.

The maidservant hurriedly protected her master, but her frail body was no match for Liu Baizhi's strength.

Her body seemed to be pushed away by a powerful force. She staggered back a few steps and almost fell.

Her heart was filled with terror. Her eyes were wide open, like two bells, filled with fear and helplessness. Her lips were slightly parted, as if she wanted to shout, but fear choked her throat.

Under the escort of the secret guards and the cover of Hailancha, Chen Bi was about to leave the camp.