Salted Fish Lady Loves to Eat Melons

Chapter 271: Appearance is determined by the mind, and the environment changes with the mind

"Leng Yan, you are all injured. Go find a doctor to bandage your wounds first. I'll be by your side, my Lord." Wen Qingwan said softly, but her tone did not allow for questioning.

Hearing this, Leng Yan looked up at the lady in front of him. Her beautiful face was filled with worry and concern. "Madam, I will carry the master into the tent first."

"You go bandage the wound first." Wen Qingwan said as she picked up Xiao Jin in a princess hug and walked towards the tent.

"Madam, please take good care of yourself." Leng Yan nodded slightly towards Wen Qingwan's back and walked in another direction with the injured secret guard.

"Don't worry, I will take good care of your master." Wen Qingwan knew that they were worried about Xiao Jin.

Wen Qingwan entered the tent and gently put Xiao Jin down. He was sleeping with a hint of fatigue between his brows, but his handsome face was slightly rosy and peaceful.

She remembered that when she first met him, he always had a fierce look on his face. Appearance is determined by the heart, and circumstances change with the heart. He must have been too violent for many years.

During the long period of growth, a person's habitual mental state and behavior are always accompanied by expressions that he is not aware of.

After countless repetitions, these expressions will be engraved on his face.

It is inevitable that people will experience low points in their lives. The sign that a person has been defeated by life is not a certain frustrating experience, but allowing himself to become sloppy and greasy.

Although Xiao Jin has experienced many hardships in life over the past twenty-one years, there is no trace of vicissitudes on his face at this moment.

As the old saying goes, people feel refreshed when they are happy. He has been in a good mood since he married her.

Wen Qingwan sat at the head of the bed and gently helped him wipe his face and change his clothes, but Xiao Jin still woke up. He slowly opened his eyes and what came into his sight was his wife.

While he was surprised, he instinctively grabbed Wen Qingwan's arm, fearing that she would leave him.

"How is it? Is it still painful anywhere?" Wen Qingwan was about to help him change his clothes after wiping his face, so her hands were still on the buttons.

Seeing her considerate actions, Xiao Jin smiled faintly, "Wanwan gave me a magic medicine, and now I am all well again."

"I also gave you medicine before you went to the battlefield, so why did you end up like that?" Wen Qingwan said angrily.

"If it weren't for the medicine my wife gave me, I would have been trampled to pieces by the Northern Di army!" Xiao Jin said a little excitedly.

"The Northern Di's attack this time was fierce. I was determined to die and tried my best to repel them..."

Wen Qingwan chuckled after hearing this, not knowing what to say, but Xiao Jin suddenly turned over and sat up and said, "My husband has survived a near-death experience, and Wanwan still dares to make fun of me."

Wen Qingwan's cheeks flushed, and she punched his chest lightly: "Now that you are well, get up and wash yourself."

"Hehe, my Wanwan likes cleanliness the most. So you wait for me, I'll go wash up now." Xiao Jin's low and hoarse voice was somewhat restrained.

When Wen Qingwan saw him going to wash up, she changed the bedding on the bed. She had a quilt with the same pattern in her space.

"Wanwan..." Xiao Jin came out after washing up and immediately hugged her, kissed her gently, and his big hand reached into her restlessly.

Outside there was a vast expanse of white snow, which poured through the window onto the bed, adding a bit of dreamy mystery to the whole world.

In the imperial palace of the capital city during the Dasheng period, the warm yellow candlelight made the man sitting on the dragon throne look even more majestic and dignified. He looked tall and tall, as if he was as tall as the sky.

"Your Majesty, there's urgent news from the northern border. Two hundred thousand Northern Di cavalry have been besieging the Xiao family army for a day and a night." Long Yinwei reported to the emperor while standing in the imperial study.

The emperor sat on the dragon throne, his eyes gloomy: "Pass on my order, order the Xiao family army to withdraw and retreat to the city. If Marquis Xiao is harmed in any way..."

At this point, the emperor paused, looking at the memorial in his hand with a heavy heart. Xiao Jin was not only the emperor's cousin, but also the emperor's greatest support and the person he trusted the most.

The former crown prince was obsessed with beauty and ignored state affairs, so he was deposed and imprisoned in the clan house by the previous emperor. His third brother had been planning for the throne for many years.

If Xiao Jin hadn't been behind him, he would definitely not be the one sitting here today.

After Xiao Jin went to the battlefield at the age of twelve, he made great achievements in a few years, so the late emperor and the emperor both valued the Xiao family army very much.

Now the Northern Di cavalry is going to massacre the Xiao family army. How could the emperor allow it?
Even if he lost a city, he didn't want Xiao Jin to die.

"I obey your command!" Long Yinwei took the order and retreated.

The emperor looked up out the window. A breeze blew through the window, bringing a few snowflakes onto the table.

The snowflakes instantly melted into water and flowed down the white jade table, leaving faint marks.

"Cousin, please don't get into any trouble. You must come back safely. I won't blame you even if you lose the city." The emperor murmured to himself.

He had not been on good terms with the Xiao family since he was a child. It could be said that he did not even know that Xiao Jin was his cousin because the Xiao family had been in decline for a long time.

All the loyal and brave members of the Xiao family died on the battlefield, and the last two generations are unwilling to go to the battlefield again.

It was not until his cousin became famous after going to the battlefield at the age of twelve that he became famous. Without Xiao Jin's help, he might never have gotten this position.

"Your Majesty, the Fourth Prince requests an audience." The eunuch stood respectfully in the imperial study and reported respectfully to the emperor who was sitting on the throne.

The man on the dragon chair raised his eyebrows, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, "Xuan."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the palace was pushed open, and a slender figure in purple walked in from outside, "Your Highness!"

The Fourth Prince did not kneel, but simply bowed to the Emperor.

"Fourth brother, no need to be so polite." The emperor's gentle voice sounded.

The sharp eagle eyes flashed with a sharp light as they examined the Fourth Prince, trying to guess the purpose of his visit.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. I would like to escort the grain to the border." The Fourth Prince raised his eyes to look at the Emperor, only to see his fifth brother sitting on the dragon throne wearing a golden dragon robe.

He exudes an aura of nobility and dominance, with thick black eyebrows, a straight nose, and thin lips tightly pursed. He is full of the arrogance and majesty of a superior.

"You want to personally escort the grain to the northern border?" the emperor asked in surprise, staring at the fourth prince with eyes as sharp as a knife.

He would not feel at ease no matter who went. He would only feel at ease if he went there himself.

The Fourth Prince raised his head and met that sharp and soul-stirring gaze directly, and answered without servility: "Your Majesty, escorting military rations this time is an important task for the country, so Fourth Brother is willing to go there in person. I hope Your Majesty can approve it."

Not only did he want to send food and fodder, he also wanted to see his sworn sister Wen Qingwan. He didn't know if she was hungry or thin.

"Are you really planning to escort it yourself?" the emperor asked again, his eyes as sharp as ice blades sweeping towards the Fourth Prince.

"Yes." The Fourth Prince answered without hesitation, with determination in his eyes.

The emperor stared at the fourth prince for a long while, then waved his hand to signal him to leave: "Since you have made up your mind, I will grant your consent."