Song Chuanyi also didnt make any further explanations and simply said in a low voice, "The general may have caught a cold."

  Todays languages are vastly different in sound and tone, with many countries standing tall, and the pronunciation of languages is countless, while at the beginning of the Song Dynasty, only the dialect from Handan was spoken.

  Handan is the capital of Zhao, and at first glance, it seems that several soldiers have relaxed a bit, after all, she looks young, speaks the language of Zhao so standard, most likely to be a native of Zhao.

  "What shall we do?" one of the soldiers asked anxiously.

  In this era, even a cold wind can be fatal, let alone in such a desolate and remote mountain wilderness; if a fever breaks out, its likely to be the end.

  "I can save him, but you must swear an oath not to take our lives." Song Chu had to get a guarantee before she could feel slightly at ease. After all, in this world where human life was as cheap as grass, her and Zhao Yi Lous lives were only worth the soldiers raising their hands, they were fleeing, and to avoid revealing their whereabouts, it was very likely that they would be killed on the spot.

  As expected, as soon as Song Chuyi said this, those people hesitated for a moment before kneeling down on one knee and swearing to the heavens in unison.

  The rain is getting heavier and the temperature is dropping sharply, and I can already feel the breath of winter. By the second half of the night, there were even ice pellets mixed in with the heavy rain.

  All the hay was taken away by a few soldiers for their general to keep warm. Zhao Yi Lou and Song Chuanyi huddled together in front of the bonfire, still freezing with purple lips, wishing they could drill into the fire.

  Luckily Zhao Yi Lou had stored a lot of firewood, so they didnt freeze to death.

  "Hey! The general seems to have a fever!" a soldier hastily said.

  Song initially wanted to pretend he hadnt heard, but his life was in someone elses hands, so he had no choice but to lower his head and drag his frozen legs closer to the generals bedside, reaching out to touch his forehead.

  It seemed like being stuck with something cool was very comfortable, General hummed slightly and leaned closer to her hand.

  "Press down the grass, dont let it get cold air again." Song Chuyi said, and then asked Zhao Yilou to take out some ephedra and boil water in a tile pot.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, they saw them busy taking off their helmets and armor to cover that general. He pulled Zhao Yilou away from them a little further, using the Qi language to whisper, "He drank this medicine, and the wind and cold may not necessarily recover. Wait for you to take advantage of the small explanation to clean up things, and we will look for opportunities to escape when it gets light."

  Zhao Yilou saw that Song Chuyi was responding fluently, not only understanding military formations, but also speaking the Qi language and the Zhao language. He trusted her very much in his heart, so when Song Chuyi said to escape, he agreed without hesitation.

  The two returned to the bonfire and Song Chuyi asked the soldiers for some cloth. After soaking it in rainwater, she wrung it out slightly and placed it on the generals forehead.

  When the Ephedra was cooked and slightly cooled down, she handed it over to the soldiers and had them feed it to the general.

  Zhao Yi Lou followed Song Chu Yis meaning, went to the woods in between, used wild grass to twist into a rope, tied up all the hidden food and put it back in its original place, so that when they escaped, they could pick it up by hand when passing through here.

  Before long, the sky was slightly brightened, and the rain weakened a bit, but the temperature became even colder, with icy air cutting like a knife, making peoples skin ache.

  What comforted Song initially was that the generals fever had subsided somewhat, and he had regained his clarity. This could not guarantee her life, but at least she was temporarily safe, as they still needed her to continue treating the general.

  Good fortune is the reverse of bad, safety is now safe, but those few people are watching Song Chuyi very tightly, almost not allowing her to leave their sight, even when she goes to the restroom they have to follow. The escape plan seems about to turn into a bubble dream.

  It was almost noon when two soldiers went up the mountain to see if there were any pursuing troops and also to find something to eat.

  The general, since waking up, leaned against the stone wall, with his eyes cast down, lips tightly pursed, and jaw clenched, like a statue. He remained motionless until someone brought him medicine, at which point he took it and drank it all in one gulp.

  Song Chu thought to himself, "Is it because I was too self-absorbed and didnt think things through that I ended up losing a battle despite having twice as many men?"

  Looking at Generals majestic physique and handsome face, Song Chuyi secretly sneered, really "people cant be judged by appearance", whats the use of looking good, isnt he just a fool!

  The rain outside had gradually stopped, and the people who went to find food had not returned yet. Song Chuyi was already sleepy and couldnt open her eyes, gazing at the dry grass under the generals buttocks with a look of longing on her face. However, her face was covered by her hair, and no one understood her thoughts.

  The general noticed her gaze and slightly turned his head, saying in a low voice, "Come over."

  Song Chu Yi shifted his position and squatted down on the hay, burying his feet in it. Then he asked respectfully, "What are your orders, General?"

  "Does she have a name?" The general looked down at her movements with his eyes, different from the seriousness of his contemplation just now, and there seemed to be a smile in his eyes.

  Song Chuoyi was busy covering her feet and hadnt noticed, moreover, as a person of low status, she couldnt make eye contact with the noble. She quickly thought it over in her mind and decided to curry favor with this rustic general, so she replied truthfully, "Song Chuoyi, courtesy name Huaijin."

  "Are there any more characters?" The general was somewhat surprised, but immediately returned to normal, nodding and saying, "Hua Jin Wu Yu, good character!"

  He paused for a moment, then asked again, "Do you know who I am?"

  Song Chu Yi quickly raised his eyes and looked at him before telling the truth, "General of Zhao State."

  "Gongsun Gu." The general said.

  Song Chu-yi knew that "Gongsun" was not his surname but rather a clan name indicating he was a descendant of the imperial family.

  Song Chu asked, "Yesterdays battle, was General Gong Sun the commander-in-chief?"

  Its not a bad thing to show off ones knowledge, in this world where life is as fragile as grass. Whoever it may be, will slightly tolerate those with talent and learning, unless absolutely necessary, no one would kill knowledgeable people for no reason.

  "Did you see?" Gong Sun Valley gazed at her, as if trying to see through her hair to get a clear view of her face.

  "Its, therefore, very puzzling that the general has fallen to this state." After this brief conversation, Song Chuyi thought that Gong Sun Valley shouldnt be an uneducated and ignorant person, so she became even more curious about the miserable defeat of the Zhao army.

  "Im just a rough man, framed by petty people." Gong Sun Valley sighed and turned to Song Chuyi, "Mr. Huai Zhen seems young, I dont know which country he is from, how did he end up in such a situation?"

  Gongsun Valley called out "Mr.", mostly with a hint of gratitude, but it was just a courtesy, and he didnt necessarily think that Song Chuyis knowledge deserved the title. Song Chuyi knew this in her heart. She didnt take it to heart, but instead spent a moment guessing many possibilities about Gongsun Valleys answer.

  "Its just a rough man", this sentence obviously has a sense of self-blame and abandonment, and also indicates that he is only leading the army to fight, but not the mastermind behind this battle; "being framed by petty people", Im afraid someone intentionally set up a trap, wanting to take advantage of this defeat to get rid of him.

  "The ever-changing world is boundless, and the natural order of things is not to be commanded. I have come to understand the Tao here." Song Chuanshi casually came up with a clever answer to Gong Sunyangs question.

  However, this is not something that everyone can say with profound meaning. Gong Sunyu only truly valued it then, "So the master is a high-ranking Daoist! I was rude."

  Gongsun Gu stopped for a moment, turned his head to those soldiers and said, "You wait at the front five zhang away."

  Four soldiers took orders and walked out five zhang.

  Gongsun Gus body was straight and upright as he sat with his legs tucked under him. He bowed to Song Shu and asked, "Does Mr. Huajing understand strategy?"

  The Taoist school is also known as the Virtue School, and its ideology advocates for returning to simplicity and truth, being calm and taking no action, following nature, and valuing gentleness. It emphasizes individual cultivation and also promotes non-action in governance, so few strategists emerge from Taoist studies. However, a knowledgeable person will have a different perspective on things than ordinary people, which is why Gongsun Gucai humbly sought advice from Song Xiangru.

  Song didnt answer his question directly, but instead pointed to the crux of the matter, "Can Zhao State accommodate you?"

  Gongsun Longs heart was delighted and he hastily asked, "Exactly, sir, do you think I should return to Zhao or flee to another country?"

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