Marrying a Disabled General and be His Wife

The river was vast and quiet in the dead of night, with hundreds of ghosts walking.

Tuoba Lan tossed and turned.

“Boom!”

Someone threw He Erri’s head in. It bounced on the floor like a ball, then rolled and finally stopped beside Tuoba Lan’s bed.

Tuoba Lan sat up, looking at the head on the ground.

“Trash!”

Tuoba Lan looked gloomy. She kicked He Erri’s head hard, then slowly got out of bed, sat down at the table, poured herself a cup of cold tea, and raised her head to drink it all.

From the moment the news came that Feng Chilie had taken action, Tuoba Lan knew she had been exposed. Still, she didn’t expect it to be so fast.

However, it was only a matter of time before she was exposed. After all, Feng Chilie had Uncle Fu around him, and sooner or later, he would find out that there was something wrong with Feng Chilie’s medicine.

But Feng Chilie pretending to have a broken leg really caught her by surprise.

She should have known, Feng Chilie’s martial arts skills were so high even if he fell from a horse, he wouldn’t break his leg.

The main reason to blame was Uncle Fu’s medical skills were too high, his pretense was impeccable, and Feng Chilie’s marriage proposal made this matter more solid.

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But the timing of her exposure was not good.

Nothing she wanted to do was accomplished!

The reason Tuoba Lan came to Pingchuan alone was firstly to get rid of Feng Chilie, and secondly to help Xibo win this batch of supplies.

Xibo’s situation was far worse than imagined. A heavy snowfall almost cut off all the vitality of Xibo. They were freezing and starving.

Even if Jing Kingdom promised to support them, it would not be enough.

Besides, in the empty vast land, besides Xibo, there were countless small clans, but Xibo was the king of these small clans, unifying the entire northern land.

Whether it was for Xibo or for the entire northern land, they must fight to the death until the Central Plains was torn apart!

Once they successfully conquered the Central Plains, they would no longer have to worry about food and supplies.

“But how can they fight to the death without this batch of supplies? So, this batch of supplies must be transported back to Xibo!”

Of course, Tuoba Lan also had her own selfish motives for helping her natal family in this way. She wanted to settle a blood debt with the Jing royal family!

Tuoba Lan decided to fight to the death. She took out the letter paper, bit her finger, wrote a letter in blood, and sent it out with Xibo’s falcon.

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Pingchuan was connected to Xibo in the north, Zhao Kingdom and Dayong Dynasty in the south, and Qi Kingdom and Jing Kingdom in the east and west respectively. It held a strategic position.

Moreover, Pingchuan was entirely covered with plains. The summer temperature was suitable, and there was abundant rainfall, allowing ample storage of supplies for winter. Therefore, even if there was a cold disaster in Jing Kingdom, there was absolutely no possibility of a cold disaster in Pingchuan.

But this happened, so before coming over, Feng Chilie secretly guessed whether Pingchuan’s supplies had been hidden.

Now, everything was confirmed.

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At dawn the next day, Tan Chuyan, who had been hiding from Feng Chilie all night, finally showed up.

He had long since changed out of his flimsy long-sleeved dance clothes and was now wearing plain white clothes and a red cloak. His face was also tied with the unique symbol of Young Master Yan – an ear-hanging facial veil.

But Tan Chuyan was still freezing from yesterday. He looked a little sick and kept coughing.

Tan Chuyan ordered Xiao Yutang to fetch the Hongying soul-locking spear that Feng Chilie had placed in Hongfeng Town last night and also brought Zhaoye back.

Tan Chuyan coughed heavily and handed the spear to Feng Chilie: “It’s strangely heavy.”

“You feel heavy because you are too weak.” Feng Chilie took it and turned it in his hand. As if he couldn’t feel the weight of the spear at all.

He raised his hand and touched Tan Chuyan’s forehead. He didn’t have a fever, just a severe cough.

Tan Chuyan smacked his hand down, a little annoyed: “Nonsense, it must be something weird about you.”

“I’m not talking about your martial arts.” Feng Chilie gently pinched his earlobe: “But your body is so weak!”

“It’s okay,” Tan Chuyan’s body trembled slightly: “At least I’m still alive.”

“Stop talking,” Feng Chilie frowned and said harshly: “I’m so angry that my damn balls hurt.”

Tan Chuyan blinked at him: “Shall I rub it for you?”

“Don’t tease me!” Feng Chilie strode out with his spear in hand and said seriously: “Get down to business!”

“Okay,” Tan Chuyan followed him. “What are you going to do? Just ask the Wolf Eagle Cavalry to surround the prefect’s mansion, or wait a little longer?”

Feng Chilie tilted his head. “What do you think?”

“I guess it’s the latter,” Tan Chuyan said. “After all, if you wanted to besiege the prefect’s mansion, you would have taken action last night, and you would never wait until now.”

Tan Chuyan was right; he had to take action. He had already started.

The reason why Feng Chilie had to wait was ‘Nama’ had performed a meritorious service last night.

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Last night, Feng Chilie planned to take action and even asked ‘Nama’ to deliver a message to Ji Bei and Jiang Che.

Unexpectedly, ‘Nama’ flew back just as he flew out, then signaled him to go out and showed him his trophies.

Once he walked out, he saw a falcon from Xibo, like ‘Nama’, was beaten so hard that it shivered.

The eagles in Xibo were generally divided into two categories, one was the fighting eagle used for lookout and sentry, and the other was the messenger eagle used to send messages.

The falcon that was beaten by ‘Nama’ was a letter eagle, and it had been beaten to the point where it had almost no fighting ability.

And ‘Nama’ was the fighting eagle that Tuoba Lan selected when Feng Chilie was a child.

Although ‘Nama’ was often squeezed by Feng Chilie to deliver letters, he still liked to fight and would never stop until he defeated the opponent.

Looking at the trembling falcon huddled in the corner, Feng Chilie felt something familiar. He called out, and it turned out to be Tuoba Lan’s letter eagle – ‘Yu’.

Before the relationship between Feng Chilie and Tuoba Lan became like this, ‘Yu’ and ‘Nama’ had a very good relationship, but since Tuoba Lan started to ignore Feng Chilie, ‘Nama’ would beat ‘Yu’ every time he saw her. And he had to show it to Feng Chilie every time.

‘Yu’ knew Feng Chilie. As soon as he saw the acquaintance, he immediately fluttered his wings and walked up to Feng Chilie. He twisted the bald buttocks that ‘Nama’ had bitten off and twisted it several times, as if he was trying his best to tell his dissatisfaction.

Feng Chilie noticed the letterbox tied to the falcon’s feet. He took out the letter, and there was a line of blood written on it.

——[Xibo is in trouble and asks for help from Pingchuan. I will bow my head and become your vassal in the future!]

Feng Chilie was curious about the person who could make Tuoba Lan write the words ‘bow down and surrender’ so he stuffed the letter paper back, patted ‘Yu’ on the back, and let it go.

After ‘Yu’ walked away, ‘Nama’ flew onto Feng Chilie’s shoulder. Feng Chilie scratched its head and asked: “Your master and I fight fair and square; how could you beaten up another eagle’s butt?”

‘Nama’ turned his head away and stretched his feet, which probably meant that he had not delivered the letter yet.

Feng Chilie untied the mailbox, took out the letter paper, tore it into pieces, and let it fly away in the wind.

“I won’t send it,” Feng Chilie patted ‘Nama’ on the butt: “Let’s go play.”

‘Nama’ fluttered its wings and disappeared into the night.

Despite this, Feng Chilie knew it was nearby.

Because no matter where he went, ‘Nama’ would follow him. As long as he blew the whistle, ‘Nama’ would appear.

Therefore, ‘Nama’ was a good eagle, but his fighting skills were too immoral!