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Northern Wei's army surged into the capital of Later Yan like a flood, and after Murong Yao was captured, her world changed dramatically.
She was taken to the great camp of Northern Wei and began a long life as a captive. Along with her, her maid Xiao Hong, who had grown up with her since childhood, was also captured. The two had a deep bond, like sisters. Xiao Hong was petite, always wearing a gentle smile on her face. Her eyes were large and filled with care and protection for Murong Yao.
Every day, she and Xiao Hong were forced to do heavy labor in the military camp, their hearts filled with fear and helplessness.
Murong Yao and Xiao Hong were placed in a simple tent, inside there was only a hard wooden bed and a flickering oil lamp.
Every day, they are forced to wake up before dawn and follow other prisoners to do heavy labor. Their hands are rubbed raw by the ropes, but they grit their teeth and endure, not daring to complain.
The soldiers of the Northern Wei show no mercy to these prisoners, often using whips to lash those who move slowly.
Murong Yao has seen too many companions being ruthlessly beaten, and her heart is filled with anger, but she is powerless. Xiao Hong always stands silently by her side, comforting her in her own way.
Every night, when the other prisoners have already fallen asleep from exhaustion, Murong Yao and Xiao Hong always sit alone in the corner of the tent, silently shedding tears.
She misses her family and the life she once had. She doesn't know how they are doing now, or what her future will be like.
As time goes by, Murong Yao and Xiao Hong's lives remain difficult.
Every day, they have to endure hunger and fatigue, and constantly guard against the abuse of the Northern Wei soldiers. Although their hearts are filled with despair, they know they cannot give up.
One day, Murong Yao was summoned to the center of the military camp. There, a large number of prisoners and the generals of Northern Wei were gathered. A commanding general stood on the platform, his gaze sweeping over the crowd and finally settling on Murong Yao.
"Murong Yao!" the general shouted loudly, his voice echoing in the quiet night sky.
Murong Yao walked forward nervously, her heart beating fast. She didn't know what would happen when she was called up, but she knew it wouldn't be anything good.
"The emperor has ordered you to serve him from tomorrow onwards," the general said coldly.
Murong Yao was stunned for a moment, her mind went blank, not expecting such a command.
She didn't know if it was good or bad, but unable to reject, she could only lower her head and weakly respond, "Yes, this maiden will obey."
In the following days, Murong Yao's life underwent a dramatic change. She was arranged to stay in the tent of Emperor of the Northern Wei Tuoba Gui.
This tent was the largest in the camp, with extremely luxurious furnishings, a stark contrast to the simple tent where she had been previously imprisoned.
In the center of the tent is a huge rosewood table, on which various exquisite jade articles and porcelain are placed. Various famous paintings hang on the walls, and thick carpets cover the floor. Everything looks extremely luxurious.
Also brought here with Murong Yao is her maidservant Xiao Hong.
But life here is not easier than before. Murong Yao and Xiao Hong are busy with various trivial matters every day, often being summoned by Tuoba Gui.
They need to prepare clothes for him, organize documents for him, and even select ingredients for him.
One day, Tuoba Gui suddenly said to her, "Murong Yao, I want to drink your lychee dew."
Murong Yao looked at him in surprise. She knew that lychee dew was a precious drink that required fresh lychee to make. She hurriedly replied, "Yes, Your Majesty."
She quickly ran to the kitchen, carefully selected the freshest lychees, and made lychee jelly with great care. She nervously brought the finished lychee jelly to Tuoba Gui.
Tuoba Gui took the lychee jelly, tasted it, and furrowed his brow slightly, "It's too sweet."
Murong Yao was surprised and quickly knelt down, saying, "Your Majesty, I am incompetent, please forgive me, Your Majesty."
Tuoba Gui looked at her, a hint of complex emotion flashing in his eyes, "Forget it, you may withdraw for now."
Once again, Tuoba Gui suddenly asked Murong Yao to play the pipa for him. Although Murong Yao was panicked, she calmly picked up the pipa and began to play gently. The sound of the pipa echoed in the tent, and Tuoba Gui listened quietly, his eyes seemingly filled with indescribable emotions.
After the performance, Tuoba Gui said lightly, "Very good, you played well."
Murong Yao bowed and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty."
During these days, Murong Yao not only had to deal with various requests from Tuoba Gui, but also had to constantly pay attention to his emotional changes.
She found that although the emperor was indifferent, occasionally he would show a hint of unusual emotion. However, she dared not think too much, fearing that she might lose her head if she wasn't careful, so she could only focus on serving him.
The days passed. Although Murong Yao was in the emperor's tent, her heart was never there. She often thought of her family and friends, and her previous life.
"I can't stay here for too long. I must find an opportunity to escape and secretly check on my family, then come back to find Master," Murong Yao thought.
However, the emperor's tent was not an easy place to escape from. Murong Yao was looking for an opportunity every day.
In the quiet of the night, she secretly planned her escape with Xiao Hong.
Murong Yao On a quiet night, lying in bed, she kept thinking. She remembered the heavenly dish Master Xuan Hua Emperor Lord had once made for her - "Lingzhi Stewed Snow Lotus".
The taste of that dish is refreshing and sweet, leaving a lasting impression. More importantly, it holds a beautiful memory between her and Master.
A thought suddenly flashed through her mind. She thought, if she could recreate the taste of that dish in this mortal realm for Tuoba Gui, perhaps it could evoke a hint of his memory.
Moreover, she can also slip a drug inside that causes temporary dizziness, creating an opportunity for both of them to escape.
One day, Murong Yao was ordered to select the ingredients for the evening meal for Tuoba Gui.
She and Xiao Hong stood in the camp kitchen, with rows of fresh vegetables and meats in front of them.
"What are these?" Murong Yao muttered softly, a hint of confusion in her eyes. Xiao Hong stood by her side, gently holding her hand and comforting her with her eyes.
At that moment, a familiar ingredient appeared before Murong Yao's eyes - Lingzhi.
A feeling of longing suddenly surged in her heart, reminding her of the "Lingzhi Stewed Snow Lotus" that Master Xuan Hua Emperor Lord had once made.
A thought suddenly flashed through her mind. She thought that if she could recreate the taste of that dish for Tuoba Gui in this mortal realm, perhaps it could evoke a hint of his memory.
And you can put a drug in it that will cause temporary dizziness, creating an opportunity for her and Xiao Hong to escape.
Murong Yao immediately started to act. She found lingzhi and Snow lotus, as well as some other ingredients. She began to stew them carefully.
And added a kind of herb that would briefly cause people to lose consciousness. Throughout the whole process, she was extremely cautious, afraid of being discovered.
Finally, a dish that looked no different from the "Lingzhi Stew Snow lotus" in the immortal realm was completed.
Murong Yao carried the dish, her heart pounding, as she walked towards Tuoba Gui's bedroom. Xiao Hong followed closely behind, her eyes filled with worry and anticipation.
Before entering the bedroom, a guard carefully inspected the dish presented by Murong Yao to ensure it was not poisoned. Murong Yao held her breath, fearing discovery. Fortunately, the guard eventually nodded and allowed her to pass.
She gently presented the dishes. Tuoba Gui looked at the dishes in front of him, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He took a bite, furrowing his brows slightly, as if trying to recall something.
"This dish..." Tuoba Gui's voice was somewhat hesitant. There seemed to be an unusual glint in his eyes.
Murong Yao She nervously looked at him, her palms already sweaty. She knew this might be her only chance.
Tuoba Gui He took another sip, and this time a hint of seriousness flashed in his eyes.
He set down the spoon and gazed at Murong Yao, as if trying to find some answers in her eyes.
"This dish seems familiar," he said lightly, his voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of uncertainty.
Murong Yao was shocked and lowered her head, afraid to make eye contact with Tuoba Gui. She was afraid her eyes would betray her thoughts.
"How did you do it?" Tuoba Gui suddenly asked, his voice calm and deep.
Murong Yao trembled slightly, forcing herself to calm down and replied softly, "Your Majesty, when I was in Later Yan, I learned some cooking skills. This dish was just an attempt to recreate the taste from my memory."
Tuoba Gui fell silent for a moment, then suddenly stood up and walked to Murong Yao. His gaze was unfathomable, making it impossible to discern his current thoughts.
"You cook very deliciously, and I really enjoy it," he suddenly spoke, his voice carrying a hint of praise.
Murong Yao felt relieved, but she knew deep down that this dangerous game was far from over. The effects of the drug would only kick in at midnight, and by then, she had to seize the opportunity to escape with Xiao Hong.
Tuoba Gui turned back to his seat and continued savoring the "Lingzhi stew with Snow lotus."
Murong Yao stepped back, her heart in turmoil. But she dared not think too much about whether Tuoba Gui had discovered anything, and could only pray that everything would go smoothly.
In the middle of the night, Tuoba Gui's body suddenly convulsed violently, as if he were having an epileptic seizure. The sleeping quarters immediately fell into chaos, with guards and palace maids busy taking care of Tuoba Gui.
"Hurry, go find the imperial physician!" a guard shouted in panic.
"Your Majesty, what's wrong?" a palace maid asked in alarm as she supported Tuoba Gui, her face filled with concern.
"Stop shouting, go find the doctor quickly! What are you standing around for?" Another guard urgently ordered.
The inner palace was in chaos, with people running back and forth, searching for the imperial physician. The palace maids brought cold water and towels in a fluster, trying to calm Tuoba Gui down.
Murong Yao and Xiao Hong took advantage of this opportunity to quickly pass through the camp, not only successfully escaping, but also opening the cages of the captured Later Yan civilians and soldiers.
Under the cover of night, the group disappeared into the vast land.
They ran all the way until they felt safer and then stopped. Murong Yao was panting, but she felt relaxed.
Although they temporarily escaped the predicament, the road ahead was still long. She had to find the army of Later Yan or her father to truly be safe.
At this moment, Tuoba Gui stood in the tent, swaying his body to stand firm, with a hint of complexity flashing in his eyes. He seemed to sense something, but couldn't quite put his finger on it.
With mixed feelings, he could only wait for the effects of the medicine to pass.
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