After the tender beauty was reborn, the husband of the god of war competed for favor

Chapter 89 Song Jiuxi You Are Too Powerful
Song Jiuxi looked up at him, Yan Shubai blinked at her.

The bottom of the dark eyes sparkled, and there was a smile in the eyes.

The pale face was illuminated by the fire, and everyone was stunned for a moment by his handsome face.

"Yan... Shubai?" Yongjia hesitated behind him and said.

As soon as Yongjia's words came out, the expressions of the people behind him changed.

After the flames soared into the sky, the screams at the beginning disappeared.The entire mountain forest was silent, the man with the scar looked around, and there were only three or four people around him.

They looked at the man in front of them in fear, not daring to move at all.

"What are you doing in a daze, kill him! Otherwise we'll all die here today!" the man with the scar yelled, holding a long knife in his hand and killing Yan Shubai.

Seeing this, several big men behind him rushed over with their knives in their hands.

Yan Shubai stood still, turned his wrist slightly, and swung his long sword out.A gust of wind suddenly blew up in the mountains, and the biting energy hit the blade of the man with the scar.

"噗!" There was a loud noise.

The scarred man withdrew his right leg and pressed it against the ground, gritting his teeth and holding on tightly, with blue veins popping out on his forehead.

Several other big men also rushed towards them, Song Jiuxi put his hands on Yan Shubai's waist, suddenly flipped his legs into the air, kicked one of the shoulders, and kicked the long knife in the big man's hand .

The remaining two rushed in front of Song Jiuxi and Yan Shubai, their legs trembling, and the hand holding the knife was trembling.

Yan Shubai pushed forward with his wrist, and the man with the scar flew out backwards with a pop.

At this moment, a row of black-armored warriors galloped over, and the two big men knelt down on the ground. "Xiao, Xiao Yiwei?!"

"General." The leader Luo Feng got off his horse and saluted Yan Shubai, "There are 730 rogues in this mountain, 750 of them were killed, and the rest have been captured."

"En." Yan Shubai responded, and threw the long sword to Luo Feng, who quickly took it and inserted it into the sheath.

Yan Shubai coughed twice suddenly, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Yan Shubai." Song Jiuxi looked at him nervously.

Yan Shubai glanced at her, and when his gaze swept across Song Jiuxi's shoulder injury, his expression was not very good-looking. "The lady is so badly wounded, it seems that it doesn't matter if I come or not."

Song Jiuxi felt that what Yan Shubai said was weird, but this was not the time to argue with him.

Song Jiuxi asked: "Why did you come here in person, and your legs...is it alright?"

After all, Yan Shubai had been sitting in a wheelchair for two years, and now he suddenly stood up, I don't know what those people in the capital would think.

"My lady, worry about yourself first."

Yan Shubai suddenly picked up Song Jiuxi, and at this time Song Ruoyu and Yongjia all came out.Song Ruoyu saw Yan Shubai and shouted happily: "Brother-in-law."

"En." Yan Shubai responded, carried Song Jiuxi onto the horse, and then sat behind Song Jiuxi himself.

"Where are you going?" Song Jiuxi asked suspiciously.

The rogues in the mountains have not yet been investigated clearly, and it is not clear what kind of deal Chang Shenhui wants to make with them, and that Xu Xu, Song Jiuxi always thinks it is a breakthrough.

Yan Shubai strangled her waist with his arms, then clamped his legs, and the horse ran out.

Fang Long held Xu Xu in one hand and Chang Shenhui in the other, and was about to report to his master when he saw a horse galloping towards him.

"Master." Fang Long shouted hastily.

She rushed over as soon as she got the news, unexpectedly, Xiao Yiwei moved faster than her.And Yan Shubai asked her to arrest people, and went to save the master first.Fang Long had to listen to Yan Shubai's orders.

This is not arresting people, come here quickly.

But where is Yan Shu's white belt master going?
Normally Song Jiuxi would have struggled to get away, but now she really has no strength left.His hands and feet were weak, his mind was dizzy, and the left half of his body was numb with pain.

Yan Shubai shouldn't be bad for her, Song Jiuxi was a little relieved, and directly made himself faint.

When the person in his arms was leaning softly against his chest, Yan Shubai grabbed the rein and slowed down.He touched Song Jiuxi's forehead, and it was astonishingly hot.

The little girl didn't show her heart until now, Yan Shubai didn't know whether to be happy or angry.

Holding the person in his arms, he pinched Song Jiuxi's face angrily.

Huh?
The cheeks are also soft.

Yan Shubai pinched the thin flesh on his cheek, then moved his hand away with some reluctance.

Their horses soon arrived at Biezhuang on the outskirts of Beijing. The steward was overjoyed to see them coming, and became anxious when he saw that both of them were injured.

Yan Shubai ordered: "Bring Doctor Luo here as soon as possible."

The butler hurriedly agreed to do it, and the servants started to move, those who took medicine took medicine, and those who boiled water boiled water.

Yan Shubai carried the unconscious Song Jiuxi into the bed in the room, and then looked at the wound on Song Jiuxi's shoulder.

The bloodstains and clothes were sticking together, and if I started now, I was afraid that I would tear the scabbed flesh.

A trace of unbearableness flashed in Yan Shubai's eyes. He was injured on the battlefield before, and he dealt with it himself without blinking.But now he was more cautious towards the person on the bed.

Yan Shubai scratched the clothes around the shoulders, except for the wound, the other places were astonishingly white, and the arrogant collarbone was clearly visible.

Yan Shubai pulled the quilt over Song Jiuxi's chest, leaving only the corner of his shoulders exposed.

He took a deep breath and cut open the sticky clothes with a knife. Song Jiuxi suddenly groaned in pain and opened his eyes weakly.

Yan Shubai said: "It will definitely hurt to deal with the wound right now, my lady bear with it."

Song Jiuxi closed her eyes again, hummed softly, a layer of sweat broke out on her forehead, and her hair on both sides was wet.

Yan Shubai calmed down, his eyes focused on the wound, and every cut was extremely accurate.

Song Jiuxi closed his eyes and muttered, "Are you old, Yan Shubai? You move so slowly."

Yan Shubai licked the roots of his teeth and smiled. "Song Jiuxi, you are too powerful, you are not afraid of pain, are you?"

"I'm afraid, so hurry up, it will end before the pain is over... Mmm!"

In an instant, Song Jiuxi's whole body tensed up, and her lips turned white instantly.Yan Shubai put away the knife, and applied the herbs on the wound.

Song Jiuxi opened her eyes wide and looked at the complicated patterns on the top of the bed. Only now did she notice that there were a pair of mandarin ducks embroidered on the top of the bed.

She suddenly remembered that when her mother was about to die, she seemed to be embroidering a mandarin duck for her.

At that time, my mother had no strength left, so she nestled in a chair outside the door, basking in the sun while embroidering patterns with a handkerchief.

Xiao Jiuxi put away the wooden sword and asked curiously: "What did mother embroider?"

"Mandarin duck, can't Xixi see it?" Jiang Jun handed the red handkerchief in his hand to Song Jiuxi to see.

Song Jiuxi finished reading and said, "Looks like a chicken."

"Nonsense." Jiang Jun gave her a blank look, "This is obviously a mandarin duck."

Xiao Jiuxi didn't refute, and squatted beside Jiang Jun curiously to embroider mandarin ducks.Jiang Jun embroidered for a while, but suddenly gave up. "It's too ugly, how about Xixi... When you get married, you can embroider it yourself?"

"Okay." At that time, Song Jiuxi didn't feel anything strange about her mother, and she didn't see the formed mandarin duck handkerchief when her mother left.

Later, Song Jiuxi was pressured by Song Wenzhi to become a female celebrity, and sure enough, like her mother, she knew nothing about embroidery.

She also carefully embroidered mandarin ducks, but it was too ugly, and she couldn't continue with the embroidery halfway through.

Thinking about it, my mother didn't want to leave the ugly handkerchief to her because of that.

For some reason, after so long, Song Jiuxi suddenly thought of that ugly handkerchief.Her eye sockets were sore, and her chest felt swollen and uncomfortable.

Yan Shubai bandaged the wound, and when he looked up, he saw Song Jiuxi's red eyes. "Aren't you not afraid of pain? Why are you crying?"

"I didn't cry." Song Jiuxi was embarrassed, and she didn't cry because she was afraid of pain.

Yan Shubai looked at her amusedly, and he wiped the corner of Song Jiuxi's eyes with his fingertips.Then he spoke slowly, as if deliberately amusing, with a smile in the corner of his eyes.

"You didn't cry, so what is this?"

(End of this chapter)