RPAGF Chapter 267 This is the money given by the princess
Chapter 267 This is the money given by the princess
It doesn't seem like it's a life-or-death situation yet. Shouldn't he mention Princess Qinghe and annoy the young master?
Moreover, the princess uses this money to get the young master to sign up, not to subsidize the army!
The food, fodder and clothing for the army are what the court should prepare. We cannot spend the young master’s life-saving money!
Although he felt that it was selfish to think this way, people are selfish!
He only wanted to protect the young master. As for the others, he didn't have the ability to take care of them.
He is just an errand boy!
"General, the enemy is attacking!"
"Fight!"
While Xiaobei was still struggling, Mo Lingchen had already rushed out.
The battle lasted for two days and two nights. Mo Lingchen's side suffered countless casualties. After counting, a total of 20,000 people were killed, and the number of casualties was close to half.
In the extreme weather, the soldiers bled and sweated, were quickly frozen, and stuck tightly to their swords and guns. Every time they swung their swords, their skin and flesh were torn off.
The vast majority of soldiers had varying degrees of frostbite on their feet, some even turning black and necrotic.
This is the home ground of the Beirong Kingdom. People there have been living in such extreme weather for a long time and have long been accustomed to it. They also have cold-proof equipment accumulated over thousands of years.
The army of Daming Kingdom was already at a disadvantage, and was then replaced with fake cotton clothes and sand and stone food.
Li Quan was so frustrated that he scratched his head: "How should we fight this battle?"
"It's clear that these 50,000 of us are here to die."
"The Northern Rong army arrived well prepared, and now that they know we are underequipped and short on food, they will only take advantage of this opportunity to launch a more intense attack."
"Twenty thousand men have been lost in just two days. Can the remaining thirty thousand men hold out for three days?"
Li Quan's eyes turned red with anger, he really didn't want to do this anymore.
If his wife, children and elder relatives were not in Beijing, he really wanted to desert!
There's no way to fight this pathetic battle!!
Mo Lingchen said nothing, his lips tightly pursed.
Xiaobei was listening to Lieutenant General Li's angry curses and only then did he realize how serious the situation was.
Young Master is really at the critical moment of life and death!
If all these soldiers and generals were killed in battle, you, the young master, would also surely die on the battlefield.
He can't and won't run away.
If the young master deserts, what will happen to the more than a hundred people in the prime minister's mansion?
"Go down first and calm the morale of the soldiers!"
The crushing defeat in the first battle is not a good start and will greatly undermine the morale of the soldiers!
Coupled with the lack of food and clothing, they will only become more pessimistic.
"Hey, if you want to appease the enemy, the most practical thing is to provide them with food, clothing, and rewards. Just talking is useless!!!"
Li Quan left with a complaint.
Mo Lingchen sat in the tent with a frown on his face. It would take at least ten days for the battle report to reach the capital, and twenty days to go back and forth.
Even if we retrieve it from nearby, it will take at least a month.
The rice mixed with sand and gravel could barely last for a month with two meals of porridge a day.
But without cotton clothes, and with the enemy's continuous fierce attacks, I'm afraid we can't hold out for ten days!
Xiao Bei looked at Mo Lingchen's worried expression and finally said, "Sir, why don't we go to the nearby counties and buy some winter clothes and boots?"
"My servant has money here!"
Mo Lingchen smiled bitterly: "Thirty thousand sets, winter clothes and winter boots, not three years of sets."
"The slave has a lot of money!"
Xiaobei grew up with him and usually received a lot of rewards, but the total amount was only about a hundred taels at most. What could he do with it?
Seeing that Mo Lingchen didn't believe him, Xiaobei turned around and left.
Then he took a package from his couch and handed it to Mo Lingchen.
Mo Lingchen looked at him suspiciously: "Are you leaving?"
"Sir, open it and take a look."
Mo Lingchen glanced at him, opened the package, and was completely stunned.
A thick stack of silver bills, including large bills of one thousand and two taels of silver, were all put in a transparent cloth bag.
Mo Lingchen counted and found that there were as much as 200,000 taels.
"Where did you get the banknotes?"
"The princess gave it to me!"
Mo Lingchen was stunned. He remembered that before leaving, she had indeed given him a package, which he slapped open.
Mudan was dead at that time, and he wanted to kill her with his own hands, so how could he ask for her money?
Moreover, no matter how favored a princess is, she would not have so much personal money.
Could it be that this money came from illegal sources?
Seeing that he was still pursing his lips and saying nothing, Xiao Bei hurriedly explained, "Sir, I didn't want to accept it at first, but...it was the princess who knelt down and begged me. I was so frightened at the time that I accepted it without thinking."
"She kneeled down to you?" Mo Lingchen looked up suddenly.
Xiao Bei was so frightened that he knelt down immediately: "I didn't ask the princess to kneel. Even if you gave me a hundred courage, I wouldn't dare to do it."
"Princess, you prepared this money because you were in danger on the battlefield."
"Although the princess is vicious, she kneels down for you, my lord. I can see how deeply she loves you."
"The princess was vomiting blood and begging, she didn't even have the strength to speak. A dying person still cares so much about you, I can't bear to refuse you."
"Besides, I also have selfish motives. If I encounter any injustice, I will have money to deal with it in an emergency."
Mo Lingchen listened to Xiaobei's words and imagined the scene of Chu Qinghe kneeling down and begging Xiaobei, and he felt indescribable in his heart.
It's very complicated, with hatred, resentment and a touch of heartache!
"Get up."
"Did she say where the money came from?"
"The princess didn't say, but there is a letter in the bag." Xiaobei pointed to the letter mixed in with the banknotes.
Mo Lingchen opened the envelope and saw the beautiful and neat handwriting on it. His eyes suddenly widened and his heart began to beat fast.
Is this handwriting Peony?
"Is this a letter from her?"
"It should... it should be, right?" Xiao Bei was also confused. If it wasn't the princess's letter, then whose could it be?
Maybe it’s a letter from the Prime Minister!
Xiaobei didn't understand that Mo Lingchen was talking about handwriting!
Mo Lingchen suppressed his inner throbbing and uneasiness and read the contents of the letter carefully.
The general meaning is to remind him to protect himself and come back safely.
He also talked about the source of the money.
She said that Su Yujiao had always been smart. She suddenly opened up a large area of land to grow a crop that had never been seen before, and the prince also followed suit and planted a larger amount.
So she followed suit, and it would definitely not be wrong.
It was only during the harvest that she realized the potatoes were so productive. It happened to be a year of famine, so she sold the potatoes to the people at a low price, which allowed her to do good deeds and earn money at the same time.
What this means is that these banknotes are of clean origin and he can use them with confidence.
Mo Lingchen stared at the words again and again. How could Chu Qinghe imitate them so closely?
Is this really not Peony’s handwriting?
Xiao Bei saw Mo Lingchen staring at the letter in a daze and whispered, "Sir, Lieutenant General Li wants to see you."
Mo Lingchen reacted, folded the letter, put it back into the envelope, and kept it close to his body.
When Xiaobei saw his actions, he thought that the young master might have been moved by the princess's sincerity, otherwise why would he cherish the letter written by the princess so much?
Unfortunately, the young man had a bad fate and all the women he loved left him.