29 set out on an expedition 2

  Gan Er and Bai Li Mu Bai were anxiously waiting in the study room.

  "Big Brother will enter the palace to discuss, he'll be back soon. Yan'er, if you're tired, go rest first." Baili Mubai looked at Yan'er with concern.

  "Wait for me, I'm not tired, I'll wait for him." Yan's face was dull and she sat on the chair with a sense of unease in her heart, as if something was about to happen.

  Baili Muru didn't say anything.

  The colorful clouds in the sky at dusk are more dense and gorgeous, and the golden red light of the sunset is shining all over the ground.

  Feng He poured dinner: "Madam, Mu Bai young master, eat something first."

  Her face was immersed in her own space, guessing the various possibilities of Moon Sun entering the palace, thinking and thinking that she even suspected whether the emperor would know about it, using a plan to trap Moon Sun in the imperial palace? After a while, she shook her head again, wild thoughts!

  Baili Muru's face didn't look good either, he wouldn't think about the absurd things in his mind, he was worried that his master would lead the troops to war, if so, what would happen to Yan'er? She was a person who relied heavily on her master, she must have been very sad at that time. And as for Master, it's said that the messenger came hastily, with an urgent expression, is this battle going to be perilous?

  The golden sky has slowly sunk down, and the bright and clear lower secondary moon is hanging in the east.

  The night drew its curtain low, the study was too quiet to make people's hearts panic, and Baili Muru's rustling sound of clothes broke the silence.

  "Fenghe, zhǎng dēng." Baili Mùbái walked out of the study to wait for his master's return outside.

  Before long, Pan Yu Yang's figure appeared in the distance.

  "Big Brother!" Bai Mu shouted excitedly and hastily went up to welcome him.

  Hearing the excited voice outside the house, Yan's face finally showed a relieved expression and hurried out.

  Looking at the two figures, Pan Yu Yang slowly spoke: "Let's go in first and talk later."

  He looked at Yan's somewhat haggard face: "Yan, it's late, go rest."

  "Yueyang, I'm not tired. After entering the palace for so long, what's going on?" Yan'er avoided Pan Yueyang's urging her to leave.

  Pan Yu Yang had seen Yan'er's stubborn personality, so she didn't try to persuade her: "Tomorrow the army will head southwest, let's all get some rest. I'll set off early tomorrow morning."

  With such a calm tone and seemingly easy demeanor, Pan Yu Yang was sixteen years old when he followed his father to the battlefield in the border regions, where he fought amidst wind and blood.

  Baili Muru nodded slightly and seemed to want to say something: "Does Shixiong and Shijie know?"

  In Baili Mingyue's impression, every time her senior brother went into battle, her senior sister would definitely accompany him in armor.

  "She left without saying goodbye, and until now, no one knows where she is. I guess she went back to the mountain to see Master, what? Don't you trust Shixiong?" Pan Yu Yang smiled at his little junior brother.

  The girl beside him didn't say a word, but in her heart, it was as if millions of ants were gnawing away. Are we going to war? Is the Moon God still so carefree?

  "Alright, everyone go rest. I'll inspect the troops and set out early tomorrow morning. Don't waste any more time today." Pan Yu Yang showed signs of fatigue. He had spent the whole day in the imperial palace discussing military affairs with the ministers, but their opinions were not unified, and they had argued back and forth. It wasn't until the emperor had finalized a plan that he was able to study tactics and strategies with him. By the end of the day, he hadn't eaten anything and was now feeling both hungry and sleepy.

  "Haven't eaten anything all day?" Yan'er pretended to be calm.

  "Hmm." Pan Yu Yang walked with her on the small path back to their bedroom, there were some words stuck in her heart that she couldn't say out loud.

  The two of them seemed so close, but both had their own thoughts in mind. Moon couldn't help it: "Moon Yang, I'm hungry, can you keep me company for a snack before resting?"

  "Go and let Fenghe prepare for you, I want to rest now." Pan Yu Yang felt that the most important thing to do right now was to sleep and recover her spirits.

  "Stay with me tonight, tomorrow you won't be able to stay with me." She touched her belly, it was their child.

  Looking at her obedient and worried face, he softened a bit. The words he wanted to say were swallowed back down: "Alright, tell someone to prepare it, I'm also getting a bit hungry."

  The two of them simply had a light dinner in their bedroom, some relatively simple dishes.

  Her face was pinched with vegetables always adding to Pan Yueyang's bowl, sometimes pouring tea water, sometimes picking dishes, carefully serving her man.

  "Face." Pan Yu Yang lifted her head and looked at the woman who was too quiet tonight, and she couldn't help but feel suffocated.

  "Hmm?" The man with a smile on his face gazed at her, this man had a style of his own, exuding an air of indifference, overbearingness and arrogance, making it difficult for women to conquer him.

  "Now that you're pregnant, take good care of yourself." If it were before, he might not have said such useless words to a woman. A man can sacrifice everything for the country, just like when he first went to war, his father never looked at him more than once and only told him that he must win, or else don't come back in front of him again. So every time he goes on an expedition, he is carrying a dead determination, no family, no home, without the country, where does stability come from?

  At that time, he was carefree and had no way of understanding the thoughts of a husband going to war, with his wife pregnant and unable to bear the thought of parting. His father only raised him as a killing machine and never showed him any familial love, which is why he always treated his family with coldness.

  "As your husband...” Pan Yueyang paused, in his heart, Yan'er was his only wife, and he was very firm in this thought: “As I leave now, regardless of good or bad fortune, you must take good care of yourself. You not only have to take care of yourself but also the child in your belly, our child.” Pan Yueyang clumsily expressed his emotions, as he really didn't know how to do so.

  Tears that were about to burst out of her eyes were forcibly held back, and she, who was usually timid and prone to tears, blinked hard: "Yu Yang, you are a god of war! This battle is just a small fight for you, don't worry, I will take good care of myself and our child." Her hand stroked her belly, the little one looked at his father, he was the hero in both their hearts.

  "Alright, sleep then." Pan Yu Yang didn't say anything else and got up to take off his outer robe in preparation for rest.

  Two people tonight each with their own thoughts, embracing and falling asleep.

  One sleepless night, Yan's face was not calm, the fish belly white had just lit up one corner of the room, she woke up, the warmth beside her was gone, Yan turned to look at the man who was dressing, and also got up solemnly to dress.

  Everything was ready in the silence of the two people. Fenghe also waited for the two masters to finish washing up.

  Pan Yu Yang didn't look at her face, and walked out of the bedroom with a serious expression. His armor had already been presented by his servant outside.

  Her face followed out, looking at the brightest thing in this room, that was a suit of black iron armor, she had never seen it before.

  The pitch-black and hard thick iron was tightly stitched together, and as the maid struggled to pick up the armor for Pan Yueyang to wear, it was clear how heavy it was. However, Pan Yueyang seemed not to notice anything unusual, and despite the weight of the armor, he didn't appear to be burdened or struggling to breathe. Perhaps he had long been accustomed to wearing such a heavy thing every day, thought Yan'er.

  The man's tall and stern face was always serious, and he didn't even look at himself. His face silently followed him from behind, and it wasn't until they left the Cloud Ridge Courtyard that she truly understood what it meant to be

  The momentum of reviewing troops on the battlefield in autumn.

  In front of the main hall, there were only a small number of Imperial Guards. Each guard was clad in armor and wore a helmet with red plumes on top. They stood in neat rows, their feet clad in iron boots, and instead of holding long spears, they held long swords that seemed to be ready to be drawn at any moment for battle.

  Pan Yu Yang glanced at the Imperial Guard, then swiftly mounted his horse. He stretched out his left hand and someone on the horse respectfully presented him with a long spear. He raised his right hand and the Imperial Guard turned around and ran out.

  This aura is something she has never seen before, the admiration in her heart even more intense. The Pan Yueyang she had always seen was either in court attire or a long robe with a shirt, although it couldn't hide his noble temperament, but today this armor and the long spear in hand made her truly feel what was meant by aura!

  Her face was anxious and busy as she followed the crowd of people from the mansion to the gate, where Yan's figure naturally appeared, still dressed in white today.

  As soon as she stepped out of the gate, she realized that the scene in the courtyard just now was nothing compared to what was outside. A large army had already gathered, and there were so many people packed tightly together from the gate all the way to the horizon, which seemed endless. Her eyes and mouth were wide open in shock.

  "Take care of yourself." Pan Yu Yang didn't turn around, just spoke with her back to them. Her voice wasn't loud or soft, but everyone present heard it clearly.

  Her face had just recovered from the shock: "Yu Yang, we've been waiting for you." The voice was pleasant but also carried a calmness that made her become calm and composed in this situation.

  "Report! Deputy General Gu Yinghe has led his troops to wait for the general at Xicheng Gate." A guard stood up straight, half-kneeling.

  "Alright! Let's go!"

  At the sound of the order, the army marched in unison towards the west of the city. Pan Yu Yang rode a tall horse at the forefront, followed by several higher-ranking officials on horseback, while the rest were infantry jogging behind.

  For a time, the imperial city was filled with the sound of footsteps brushing against each other, neat and uniform.

  With a vacant expression, she stared at Pan Yueyang's already invisible figure, and a hot tear burst out of her eyes.

  "Madam." Feng He stepped forward to support Xia Lian's face, this scene was not the first time their servants had seen it, but every time they were as nervous as if Xia Lian was seeing it for the first time. These people who left were standing up for their own country!

  Suddenly a neighing of horses——

  "Face!" Bai Li Mowei appeared out of nowhere and was now sitting on a white horse.

  People outside the city looked at the general's younger brother, Baili Mowei, who was riding a horse and had lost his usual childlike appearance. Although he still wore ordinary gray and white clothes, his face showed a seriousness they had never seen before.

  "Follow me! Let's send Brother Shifu!" As soon as the words were spoken, a surge of energy arrived, and in an instant, her face was lifted by his internal force and flew sideways to land on the saddle in front of Baili Muru.

  Wāi——

  A loud crack of the whip, the white horse let out a low whinny and left behind a cloud of dust.