Chapter 133 Serious Injury
The plan to assassinate the prince completely failed, and the Dzungar Khan immediately ordered a strong attack. He knew very well that the reinforcements of the Qing Dynasty might arrive at the battlefield at any time, and once the numerical advantage was great enough, they would definitely be defeated.

Only by seizing a time difference, then quickly retreating, hiding for a few years, and gathering strength, may it be possible to make a comeback.

Fei Yanggu covered the wound under his armpit, which was so painful that he had lost all feeling. He only knew that he could not fall down yet, and he relied on his willpower to stay on the front line of the battle.

When the soldiers saw that the prince was safe and sound and the deputy commander was fighting bravely, all the enemies were indignant and risked their lives to fight the Dzungar cavalry head-on.

However, in an instant, the battlefield was filled with a large number of corpses. Some of them had faces that could not be seen clearly, some had broken arms and legs, and it was even impossible to tell whether the dead were Qing soldiers or Dzungar guerrillas.

Yinreng could not move. He was well protected by soldiers who came one after another. They were Fei Yanggu's personal guard battalion. They only received one order from beginning to end, which was to protect the safety of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince at all costs.

Yinreng touched his face, his hands were mixed with sweat and blood, the sweat was his own and the blood was someone else's.

Although he knew the cruelty of war, he had always longed to go to the battlefield. One reason was because of the nature of men's blood, and the other was for military merit.

"One general's success is the result of the sacrifice of thousands of men", Yinreng had never understood the meaning of this sentence as clearly as he did now. He opened his eyes and tried to see the face of the soldier standing in front of him, but found that he could not see it clearly.

This long period of suffering finally ended when the imperial reinforcements arrived. They used half of their men to rescue Yinreng from the center of the battlefield, and then devoted themselves to killing the enemy.

The Dzungars held out for three days and two nights. Finally, the Khan broke out of the encirclement at the cost of losing both arms, and escaped with less than a few hundred remaining soldiers.

According to Fei Yanggu's previous style, he would have to send troops to give chase, but now everything has to take priority over the Crown Prince's safety, so he can only watch them run farther and farther away.

After all, if the Dzungars can bribe one assassin, they can bribe the second and the third.

Without ensuring the absolute safety of His Royal Highness, Fei Yanggu did not dare to chase him alone. In addition, his gunshot wound had reached its limit. He shook his head vigorously, and the people in front of him were double images, and the ground was shaking constantly.

Before fainting, Fei Yanggu entrusted his deputy general with a task. That was the child he had watched grow up and someone he could absolutely trust. He once again solemnly entrusted him with the task of protecting the prince.

Before he closed his eyes, he seemed to see his little girl, his Yihuan. I'm afraid your father won't be able to rely on you in the future. Thinking of this, Fei Yanggu fell into a coma completely.

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"Father!" Yihuan suddenly woke up from her sleep, and Yinzhen got up and poured her a glass of warm water.

Yihuan drank some water to calm her violently beating heart. Yinzhen reached out and touched her forehead, and was sweating all over.

She called the maid in, changed Yihuan's clothes, and lit some calming incense.

"Don't be afraid, everything is fine with Lord Fei Yanggu. The emperor receives military intelligence every day, and the reinforcements have already set out, and the time has arrived. You are just scaring yourself." Yinzhen said after testing the temperature of Yihuan's forehead again.

Yihuan slowed down and said, "I don't know what happened. I just dreamt that my father was covered in blood."

"Dreams are always the opposite of what they actually are." Yinzhen consoled him, "If you're so anxious, why don't you write a letter home and I'll have it delivered quickly, eight hundred miles away."

"This is not good." Yihuan hesitated, and it was clear from her expression that she was moved.

"Of course, Fu Jin, do you want to start writing now?"

Yihuan touched her belly and suddenly wanted to share the good news with her father, so she put on her coat and went to the study. Yinzhen consciously ground ink for Yihuan. He watched Yihuan pick up the pen for a long time without writing a single word, and smiled and said, "It is said that it is a great pleasure to have a beautiful woman with red sleeves. I never thought that there would be a day when I would grind ink for others."

Yihuan looked up at him and said, "My master's ink is very well ground. I'm afraid I won't be used to it next time Yuling comes."

"Naughty, hurry up and write. Then go to bed. The one in your tummy needs some rest."

Yihuan wrote with great concentration and finished it in one go, and finally said to Fei Yanggu in the envelope.

Father, this is my daughter’s third child. I hope you will give him a nickname. There are still a few months left, so you must think slowly and give him a resounding name!

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The wife of Prince Cheng recently changed her previous policy of not contacting Yihuan and resumed the social scale she had with Yihuan a few years ago. This was manifested in sharing gossip with her every now and then. Mainly, she was the one talking and Yihuan was the one listening, and giving just the right response at the right time.

Yihuan thought that it was probably because Prince Cheng showed a high attitude of focusing on writing books and not caring about worldly affairs that made Dong E, who originally had some ideas, completely indifferent.

The relationship between the princes and their wives is also very delicate. Their closeness has nothing to do with their own wishes. They just follow what the men in front of them do.

"Have you heard that Nalan from the Eighth Master's house is pregnant!" Dong E's face was full of excitement.

The Eighth Master's mansion had never produced any crops, but now a bunch of rice seedlings suddenly appeared, which shocked everyone.

Yihuan stretched out her fingers to count. It has only been two months since the Eighth Master married his concubine, and the fruit has already borne fruit so quickly. It seems that he is very diligent in farming.

However, Hongwang in history was not born to a concubine. I wonder what kind of changes the newly appointed Nalan will bring to history.

"Third sister-in-law, how did you know it's not even three months yet?" Yihuan asked curiously.

"Isn't this a coincidence? Nalan is pregnant, but it seems that the reaction is quite strong. The people around her came out to find good ginseng and found my shop. After a few visits, they found out the truth." Dong E covered her mouth and laughed.

"That's not right. The Eighth Master was in charge of the Imperial Household Department before. How could his house be short of ginseng?" Yihuan thought it was not that simple.

"Alas, you have been spoiled stupid by your grandfather. It is obvious that Nalan is pregnant, but the Eighth Lady hasn't told her yet. It is understandable that she wants the fetus to be more stable. After all, that person is not a simple person." Dong E rolled her eyes at Yihuan.

"Really?" Yihuan felt that maybe she was really slow.

“If Nalan gave birth to a boy, no, even if it was a girl, the Eighth Lady would never be able to hold her head up high in her life.” Dong E was in the mood to watch a good show.

Before, everyone suspected that the Eighth Prince was infertile, but Nalan was pregnant, which proved that there was nothing wrong with the Eighth Prince, and the problem was with the Eighth Lady.

In ancient times, having no children could be considered one of the “Seven Reasons for Divorce”.

In the royal family, divorce was rare, but death was common.

"Wait a moment." Yihuan felt a little sleepy and yawned. Dong E left tactfully.