Chapter 15: Panshan Grand Camp

. However, Fei Long City remained firmly in the hands of Ci Lai, like a nail stubbornly stuck into the body of the Great Qi Dynasty.And now, the Northwest Campaign's Grand Marshal Li Zhiyi has unexpec...At the front of the palace, Zhang Liyang carefully shut the courtyard gate. He let out a long sigh of relief as a cold wind blew against his back, chilling him to the bone. The chill was the result of sweat having soaked through his clothes earlier.

Feng Zhen's palm strike came suddenly, Zhang Liyang was utterly defenseless and could only submit to Feng Zhen's control.

Only when Feng Zhen discovered that Zhang Liyang actually had the talent for cultivation did she retract her hand.

He was just angry because Zhang Liyang, who didn't have any talent for cultivation originally, suddenly started cultivating. This abnormality, especially within the Imperial Palace, would naturally attract Feng Zhen's special attention.

After re-examining Zhang Liyang's bones, Feng Zhen's inner doubts were largely dispelled. Because Feng Zhen carefully investigated, Zhang Liyang's ability to cultivate was entirely natural and without any artificial factors involved.

It seems Zhang Liyang was born with a natural talent for cultivation, and the reason for this is that those who read his bones in the past made a mistake.

No matter how Feng Zhen guessed, he would never have imagined that Zhang Liyang's ability to cultivate was all due to the golden finger inside his body.

This is also why Zhang Liyang was able to walk out of the courtyard unharmed. It is said that after Zhang Liyang left, several eunuchs in the palace were beaten to death, and those who were beaten to death were responsible for feeling the bones.

"Damn old eunuch, he's freaking terrifying, dead eunuch!"

"Damn it, I think I just insulted myself..."

His heart racing, Zhang Liyang hurried away from the place that had almost cost him his life.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye, and now there were four carriages outside Yuqing Palace. They all belonged to Mu Yinghua.

But at this moment, Mu Yinghua has already been called away by the Emperor of Dayi. So Zhang Liyang needs to drive the carriage to the city gate of the imperial city first to wait.

"Let's go!"

Three days was enough for Zhang Liyang to learn the basics of driving a carriage. However, his hand trembled slightly as he waved the whip, a sign of his excitement.

Not until the carriage had completely left the majestic palace did Zhang Liyang look back, a glimmer in his eyes. "When I return," he murmured, "I will no longer be who I am now, nor will she."

At the gate of the imperial city, Zhang Liyang rode his carriage slowly and arrived. He found that eight hundred elite cavalry had gathered there, which was the escort team to take them to Feilong City.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Zhang"

Just as he finished parking the carriage, a middle-aged man clad in armor arrived beside Zhang Liyang.

"I am, I don't know who this general is"

"The general of the Pan Shan camp, Xiao He, was ordered to escort the princess and the Right Attendant of the Ministry of Rites to Fei Long City."

Thank you, General Xiao.

"No, sir. If you have anything to command, just tell me."

Zhang Liyang narrowed his eyes as he watched Xiao Heshan leave.

Although Zhang Liyang had basically never left the palace, he had already heard a lot about this large camp, Pianshan Camp.

That was a large camp stationed beside the imperial palace. The entire camp obeyed only the emperor, and only the Emperor of Great Qi had the authority to mobilize them. It could be said that the Emperor of Great Qi was the general of Pianshan Camp!

Being under the command of Emperor Taizong of the Great Tang Dynasty, this shows how astonishingly powerful the Pianshan Grand Camp's military force is!

Since the Great Qin Emperor has sent the Pianshan camp to escort him, I estimate that things won't be peaceful in Feilong City.

Zhang Liyang was sitting in a carriage, squinting his eyes in thought. Soon after, he saw Xiao He's men begin to mount their horses. He leaned out to take a look and discovered that it was Mu Yinghua and his group who had arrived.

Unlike warriors, civil officials travel long distances by carriage. Therefore, with Mu Yinghua's carriage added to the team, there are now eight carriages in total.

"Your Highness."

Mu Yinghua was ushered onto the carriage, and the entire procession then exited the imperial city gate under the escort of Xiao He's troops.

From Mu Yinghua's words, Zhang Liyang learned that this route was divided into two parts: one by water and the other by land.

Thirty miles from the imperial city, the entire team would switch to water transportation. After about seven days on the waterway, they would enter the Northwest Road. Then, they would disembark in Liangzhou City and switch back to land transportation, traveling for another twelve days to reach Flying Dragon City.

It will take a total of nineteen days to travel this road!

Compared to Zhang Liyang, Du Bi seemed indifferent. After all, he had already left the imperial city; it didn't matter when they reached Feilong City. As for Mu Yinghua, she was now completely immersed in the excitement of leaving the imperial city. She kept lifting the carriage curtain to peer out at the scenery.

The team set off in the morning and arrived at the dock by noon. Five large ships, which had already been provisioned, were waiting for Mu Yinghua and the others.

"Your Highness, shall we have lunch here first before boarding the ship What do you think"

Everything is up to Master Cai's arrangements.

Cai Ning, the leading official this time to Feilong City, is also the Right Minister of Rites. It's not surprising that this Right Minister will be in charge of Feilong City and become the number one figure there.

Perhaps among the ministers who opposed Mu Yinghua's trip to Feilong City, there was one of them. All along the way, this Cai Ning, Master Cai, hardly had any interaction with Mu Yinghua. He also mostly stayed in the carriage behind and rarely appeared.

Lunch was actually already prepared, but the place was rather simple and the food was quite plain. After hurriedly eating some food, everyone boarded the ship.

This river is a tributary of the Huai River, flowing through the northwest region of the Great Qin Dynasty. It also brings a glimmer of hope to the arid northwest.

"Your Highness, I have prepared some fishing rods. How about we go fishing this afternoon"

"Fishing" Mu Yinghua, who had boarded the ship and was a little bored, suddenly brightened her eyes when she heard Zhang Liyang's words. "Okay, take me there quickly."

"Your Highness, please follow me."

With Mu Yinghua, Zhang Liyang came to the boat and then took out a fishing rod that had been prepared long ago to teach Mu Yinghua how to fish.

Fishing is a simple thing if you want it to be, but it can also be quite complex. For someone like Mu Yinghua, a novice, Zhang Liyang only prepared a long rod with a thin line and an iron hook.

This world's industry is not developed, many things are still in their original form. As a result, the water of this river has not been polluted at all, and even the fish in the river are exceptionally fat and healthy.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, Mu Yinghua's fishing rod was pulled by the fish in the water, which startled Mu Yinghua, who was fishing for the first time. Then, under Zhang Liyang's reminder, she knew to lift up the fishing rod.

"Fish, fish, I caught a fish!"

Below the fishing rod, a large fish with green scales was thrashing in the waves and was pulled onto the boat by Mu Yinghua.

Looking at the fish still leaping on the deck, Mu Yinghua's eyes were filled with deep interest and excitement. At this moment, the melancholy aura surrounding Mu Yinghua disappeared completely, and she seemed to become cheerful and lively again.

Dinner that night consisted of the few fish Mu Yinghua had caught. Although they weren't as delicious as those cooked by the imperial chefs, their freshness was undeniable. Even Mu Yinghua couldn't help but eat an extra bowl of rice.y never hold their heads high again.But to live with shame for the rest of your life is better than dying in battle, especially these days. That assassin is like a demon possessed, attacking day and n...