Traveling through time and space to become a lady of a noble family, but she only wants to escape

Chapter 205: Meeting Gu Yan Again

"I should have had a meal at Wei Fuguang's place first..." Bai Zhi muttered.

Chu Yunchuan stirred the noodles in the boiling water with chopsticks and asked her sideways, "Did Wei Fuguang ask you to come?"

Bai Zhi's eyes fell on the noodles and she nodded, "She asked me to pass on a message... Don't cook it too soft, this is just right."

"You haven't eaten for a few meals, so it's better to cook it softer to help your stomach. There's not much good food or drink in the army, so I can only let you have a bowl of tasteless noodle soup."

When the noodles were so soft that they broke with a pinch, Chu Yunchuan filled a bowl and placed it on the stove in front of Bai Zhi: "Be careful, it's hot."

Bai Zhi picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks and began to blow on it. While she was waiting, she was already starving, her stomach rumbling non-stop. Chu Yunchuan wiped his hands and the stove, then said to the fireman beside him, who was nervously trying not to help, "We won a victory today. The army is slow and won't be back until tomorrow. Then I'll cook some delicious food and meat as a reward for the whole army."

Outside the tent, there was a sudden burst of joy. The young soldier was so happy that he was howling and jumping. The old soldier stroked his beard and smiled with his eyes narrowed into slits, but he patted the young soldier on the head and said, "What are you so happy about? We have a lot of work to do to prepare the big banquet."

The young sergeant rubbed his head with a hissing laugh, and said unconvincedly, "Why can't I be happy? You're even happier, your eyes are almost gone with laughter!"

"You stinky little girl!"

After everyone had their fun, Chu Yunchuan dismissed them all and closed the tent curtains. The kitchen tent suddenly fell silent, leaving only the sound of Bai Zhi slurping noodles. The bowl of noodles was gone in a flash, not even a drop of soup left. Bai Zhi, sated, sighed deeply, "This is truly delicious!"

Chu Yunchuan sat across from her, wiped the noodle soup from the corner of her mouth with the back of his hand, and said with a smile: "Is this considered a delicacy?"

“If I could eat a bowl of noodle soup like this when I was starving, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

Bai Zhi put down the empty bowl and cleared her throat. "Let's get down to business. This time, Wei Fuguang asked me to deliver a message. She intercepted a secret letter from Manzi... Why are you looking at me like that?"

Chu Yunchuan, who was standing opposite her, had a dull expression on his face. He held his chin with one hand and looked at her with a hint of resentment: "...It's okay, go ahead."

Bai Zhi: "...then I said it."

She described Wei Fuguang's plan in detail, and Chu Yunchuan became serious as he listened. After she finished, he thought for a moment and nodded, "It's feasible. Let's go back to my tent. I have some things to write down."

The king's tent was quite far from the kitchen tent, practically in the center of the entire camp. Chu Yunchuan, fearing Bai Zhi might tire, brought a horse over for her. After a winding walk for an incense stick, the two returned to the king's tent.

The layout in the tent was very simple, with a table, a mattress, and a box of luggage, that was all there was.

Bai Zhi was now full and feeling sleepy, so she threw herself on the mattress. The mattress was so cold that it stung her, and Bai Zhi woke up a lot.

Chu Yunchuan went to the desk to write a letter. Bai Zhi, feeling the mattress was too cold, simply sat across from him. On the desk lay a mountain of official documents. Several inkstones and brushes lay crookedly on a crudely made stone inkstone. In the corner stood a small iron stand, the size of a palm.

It looked like a mechanical device. Bai Zhi carefully touched the edge with her fingertips, feeling icy cold. "What is this?"

"Oh, this."

Chu Yunchuan put down his pen, picked up the small iron frame, and bent three of the small iron wires. After a click, a cold light appeared at the front end of the small iron frame.

Bai Zhi looked carefully and saw that it was a thin pointed tip.

Chu Yunchuan took off two pieces of iron armor from his body, stacked them together on the ground, then held the iron frame and threw it at the armor.

The moment the iron frame touched the armor, there was a strange, numbing sound, followed by a very crisp crackling sound, like the sound of an arrow piercing armor.

Baizhi moved closer to the nail pieces. Chu Yunchuan picked up the two nail pieces, slightly pried them apart to create a gap, and showed them to Baizhi.

There was a very thin iron wire inserted between the two armor plates. It seemed that after the armor touched the armor plates, it used this thin iron wire as an arrow to penetrate a layer of armor plates as thick as a finger.

The thread threading the iron was like a magic trick. Bai Zhi was puzzled and asked, "What is this?"

"I made this to deal with Wushamon." Chu Yunchuan held two pieces of armor in each hand and ripped them apart with a gentle tug. "It's a pity that it can only penetrate one layer of armor. It's not powerful enough, and it only tickled him."

Bai Zhi put her face close to the wire and exclaimed in amazement, "What a masterpiece! Qiansui! If you could make 1,800 of them a day, it would be more than enough to deal with the barbarian army. By then, Wushamon would be trapped like a turtle in a jar. Why would we need to be afraid of his soft armor?"

Chu Yunchuan sighed with pretended regret: "It's a pity that I only have one pair of hands. If I could grow another 1,800 pairs, I would definitely try."

Bai Zhi laughed out loud.

Putting away the small iron frame, Chu Yunchuan continued writing. After filling the two pages, he dried them, folded them, put them in an envelope, and handed it to Bai Zhi: "I hope everything goes well."

Bai Zhi put the envelope away and said in a relaxed tone, "Don't worry. As the saying goes, all roads lead to Weizhou."

Chu Yunchuan couldn't help laughing: "Where is this common saying from?"

"I just made it up. If it could be passed down a hundred years later, it might become a common saying." Bai Zhi said, "Is Gu Yan here?"

"Yes, I'll take you there."

The prison tents in the barracks were scattered widely. Gu Yan was imprisoned in the one closest to the king's tent, with two soldiers guarding the door. Chu Yunchuan pulled out a lighter from his pocket, lit it, and walked in with Bai Zhi. After a few steps, the flames illuminated an iron fence.

Bai Zhi took a closer look—it turned out that there was an iron prison built inside the prison tent. Gu Yan was huddled in the prison, and seeing the firelight tremble like a sieve, he hurriedly wrapped himself up tightly, looking so miserable.

Chu Yunchuan explained helplessly: "I didn't want to treat him like this, but he escaped repeatedly, so I had no choice but to deprive him of his light and weaken his spirit."

Bai Zhi nodded in understanding, but she didn't really care about Gu Yan's situation. Missing an arm or a leg didn't matter, as long as he could still breathe. She knocked on the railing twice: "Gu Yan, get up."

Gu Yan was shaking non-stop, seemingly unable to get up. Bai Zhi continued to try to wake him up: "Gu Yan? Gu Yan? Gu Lao San? Third Master?"

When the Third Master was called, Gu Yan's entire body trembled violently, and then the shaking slowly subsided. He timidly turned to look at Bai Zhi: "...Ming Xin?"

Bai Zhi didn't hear clearly: "What?"

“Mingxin…Mingxin!”

Gu Yan was suddenly startled, staggered to the railing, and reached out to grab Bai Zhi. Chu Yunchuan grabbed Gu Yan's wrist and pushed him back with force.

Bai Zhi looked at Gu Yan, who was lying on the ground in front of her, and rubbed her ears in disbelief: "Did he just call Ming Xin?"

Chu Yunchuan nodded: "Every time someone comes in, he calls Mingxin."

"Oh my god." Bai Zhi squatted down, "Gu Lao San, you still have the nerve to call Ming Xin?"

Gu Yan crawled on the ground, his teeth trembling violently, his fingers digging into the soil tightly, and cried out: "Mingxin... Mingxin! Take me away! Take me away from this cage!"

But in the end, it was Gu Yan who just left and left Ming Xin to the person who hated the Marquis' Mansion the most.