General’s Gown Chapter 73

Chapter 73 The Storm Puts a Strong Grass To The Test Part 10 

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Helian Rongchuan’s pupils shrank, as if something in his chest exploded at this moment, causing countless sharp fragments to splash out with flesh and blood. He finally let out a heart-piercing shout: 


Helian Rongchuan went mad. He dismounted like an arrow launched from the string. His speed was so fast, so urgent, even the one in a thousand Shuang Zhui would find it difficult to follow in his footsteps. 

Helian Rongchuan ran under the tree and stopped suddenly. 

He had been involved in countless battlefields, and even if a spear or sword was against his neck, he had never had one ten thousandth of the fear he had now. His heart was beating violently. Helian Rongchuan took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. 

He approached Yan Changqing, his fingers trembled slightly, and he placed it under Yan Changqing’s nose to probe. 

Helian Rongchuan was stunned, and the corners of his dry mouth slowly pulled upwards, as if he was laughing or crying. He carefully held up Yan Changqing’s pale, lifeless face, as if he was holding a translucent, extremely delicate piece of porcelain. His voice was hoarse but gentle:     

“Changqing, I’m here.” 

Deeply trapped in a long and terrifying long dream, it was difficult to wake up. The long black and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and Yan Changqing finally spat out a word with difficulty. 


It was just a simple word, but when Helian Rongchuan heard it in his ears, he was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses. He quickly unplugged the water bag and put it on Yan Changqing’s lips to feed him. 

The water bag shook slightly, and a very soft sound of water moving reached Yan Changqing’s ears, but the effect was like a golden needle as long as a finger being pierced into his skull. Yan Chanqing quivered and broke free from Helian Rongchuan’s arms, as if Helian Rongchuan was holding something that made him extremely frightened. Yan Changqing rolled on the ground, arched his back and curled up like a wounded young wolf, every inch of his muscles was on the ground, convulsing. At a glance, he knew that he was very scared and in a lot of pain.

In a moment of panic, Helian Rongchuan forgot that Yan Changqing’s illness could not see water. He hurriedly threw the water bag aside. He said softly: “Changqing? Are you awake? Don’t be afraid.” Ignoring Yan Changqing’s frantic struggle, he squeezed his hand and dragged him back into his arms. 

Yan Changqing shuddered all over, his throat could only make a hoarse sound because he was too thirsty. He didn’t know if it was because of fear or pain, but he still struggled desperately, kicking and twisting, trying to break free. 

“It’s me. Don’t be afraid.” 

Helian Rongchuan tightly wrapped his arms around Yan Changqing’s upper body. He was so sick that Helian Rongchuan restrained him almost effortlessly. 

When Helian Rongchuan saw that Yan Changqing was so ill, his heart almost burst with heartache. His fingers trembled slightly, and he gently stroked Yan Changqing’s cheek, wanting to tidy up his messy black hair, but he still asked gently, “Don’t you recognize me?” 

Yan Changqing raised his head. His once clear and sharp eyes were full of red, and he stared blankly at the handsome but sorry figure of the man in front of him. 


“It’s me. Helian Rongchuan.” Helian Rongchuan stated carefully over and over again, his heart sinking slowly. 


The cold pain swept over again. Yan Changqing couldn’t hold back his miserable cry, and the muscles all over his body were tensed. In the throes of severe pain, he suddenly lowered his head and bit Helian Rongchuan’s arm. 

Helian Rongchuan groaned. Many years of martial arts experience made him subconsciously put out his palm to push the person, but the palm wind stopped when he was still an inch away from Yan Changqing. 

Gentle and broad palms gently landed on Yan Changqing’s tight back, and Helian Rongchuan gently stroked him like a frightened little animal. 

If this can alleviate a bit of your pain, I would be delighted.

Blood dripped into the sand along Helian Rongchuan’s arm, and soon submerged into the sand, disappearing without a trace. Helian Rongchuan frowned tightly and looked up at the dense golden forest. After a long time, he sighed faintly. 

Legend has it that the poplar tree had an extremely powerful vitality. It would not die for three thousand years, it would not fall over for three thousand years after it’s death, and it would not rot for three thousand years. There were so many plants and trees in the world, but only the poplar tree was notorious for this. These beautiful trees were so tenacious, even if they grew in the barren desert, they were still arrogant and stretched their branches tenaciously. The people of Monan regard the polar tree as an immortal spirit in the desert. 

Helian Rongchuan closed his eyes and made a devout wish, praying for the most beautiful spirit in the desert to bless his Changqing well. Bless him to live. 

Yan Changqing slowly let out a sigh and fell into a deep sleep again. Helian Rongchuan gently smoothed his long hair, and wanted to gently wipe the blood from his lips. 

Suddenly, Helian Rongchuan’s eyes widened. 

He was surprised to find that the corners of Yan Changqing’s dry, cracked lips seemed to be a little wetter than when he first met him. Like a withered flower in the snow, it slowly regained a little vitality with the warm water. 

Helian Rongchuan was stunned, looked at Yan Changqing, and then at the bloody wound on his arm. A bright light suddenly flashed in my heart. 

Yes, Wei Jin only said that Yan Changqing could not drink water due to his illness, and he might eventually die from extreme dehydration. But Yan Changqing could clearly drink his blood. 

Can blood not also quench thirst? 

As long as there was his blood to drink, Yan Changqing will definitely be able to last until Dongyun. And when they get to Dongyun, he can use the only life-saving method that Wei Jin said, and change his fate!

Helian Rongchuan flew on the horse, holding Yan Changqing in one arm and holding the reins in the other. Shuang Zhui excitedly raised his horse’s hooves and galloped away in the direction of Dongyun. 


Thousands of miles away, the capital of Yan Kingdom, Sheng An.

Dark clouds overwhelmed the city, rolling in the sky. It was obviously day time, but it was as dark as night. Several streaks of silver-white dazzling lightning suddenly cut through the heavy lead-colored cloud, and after a few deafening thunders, pea-sized raindrops crashed down. 

The wind was strong, the rain was urgent. The entire Sheng An City was soaked in thick water vapor. Even the towering palace, with its dark golden eaves raised high, seems to be unable to withstand the erosion of rain and became dull. The rain pounded on the vermilion city wall, a blood-soaked red. 

The cold wind mixed with the rain splashed open the door of Wende Hall. 


The commander of Qilinwei was kicked to the ground. He immediately turned over, knelt down straight, and kowtowed. 

“Your Majesty, please quell your anger!” 

Murong Xiu swept the inkstone, pen holder, incense burner and other items on the table to the ground, while minister Zhang Jian beside him was horrified, but he didn’t dare to say a word. 

“You b*stard!!!!” Murong Xiu was extremely angry, bloodshot eyes suddenly appeared in yangfeng eyes, which were usually bright and introverted, even veins appeared on his forehead. He pointed at the commander of the Qilinwei who bowed his head and remained silent. He said sharply: 

“What do you mean by missing whereabouts?! Why did you report it to me after he had disappeared for three days??! Are you Qilinwei or a group of rice buckets!!?”

The guard pointed at, kept his head down, face black and silent.

An 800-mile urgent memorial was torn to shreds by Murong Xiu and scattered on the ground. Zhang Jian already knew the content of it. He couldn’t help but secretly call out to Buddha. 

Yan Changqing actually contracted rabies? Still missing? 

Zhang Jian almost couldn’t believe it. However, the news that the Qilinwei had obtained through twists and turns were never wrong. 

However, the speed at which Qilinwei got this information was really slow. This was not the Qilinwei personal revenge, but intentional neglect. If someone was to be blamed, it can only be blamed on the famous General Yan. Since the last incident in Qixia Village, he had been quite fearful of the Qilinwei, and was always on guard against their supervision. Qilinwei wandered around under the walls of Qinchuan City, and it took a lot of time to find out this terrifying news. Although the poor Qilinwei did not dare to delay for a moment, immediately sending back the message, it took three days for the news to reach the capital. 

Looking back, today, General Yan has been suffering from rabies for five days and has been missing for three days. It is said that the disease is incurable, and one would not survive past ten days…?     

Zhang Jian had already figured out Murong Xiu’s thoughts towards Yan Changqing that were clearly beyond an ordinary monarch and minister. In his heart, it was this Qilin Wei’s unfortunate. Whoever touched what the little emperor cared about the most, will have no good fruit to eat.     

While thinking about it, Zhang Jian couldn’t help touching his two repaired ribs.     

The air was depressing and silent, and for a while, only the sound of wind and rain came from outside the window in the empty Wende Hall.     

Murong Xiu took a deep breath, left the gorgeous cold dragon chair, walked into the side hall, squatted down slowly, and stroked the ground.     

The floor of the side hall was covered with carpets with intricate and gorgeous patterns, embroidered with auspicious animals and birds. But when Murong Xiu looked at it, he couldn’t feel lively, he just felt alone.

It was here that Yan Changqing was forcibly pushed to the ground by Murong Xiu as a monarch. His clothes were torn in a mess, his hair was scattered, soft and black like a deep stream, Murong Xiu felt intoxicated just by glancing at it.     

But it was here that Yan Changqing straightened his spine and kowtowed to him neither humble nor arrogant, forcing him to agree for him to lead troops to Monan.     

He was fine when he left, how could he contract an incurable disease, and how could he disappear? !     

What made him even more angry and collapse was that according to Qilinwei’s news, it turned out that the Dongyun man had also been in Qinchuan. After Yan Changqing disappeared, he also disappeared.     

Thinking of this, Murong Xiu only felt that every joint in his body was rattling. He clenched his fists sharply and punched the hard window lattice!   

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3 thoughts on “General’s Gown Chapter 73”

  1. So he only got a report about this case and not about previous ones? Weird…
    Thank You for the new chapter (´,,•ω•,,)♡


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