First daughter mad concubine: the best baby rascal

Everyone looked at her with kind smiles, she felt a little embarrassed, blushed, and said, "I mean the scene that day was very thrilling!"

"That day?"

Xuanyuan Che opened his lips with difficulty.

Mo Yaner nodded and said, "My lord, you have been in a coma for three days and three nights. When we found you, you were already a mass of blood. Wept in fright."

Xuanyuan Che smiled, looked lovingly at Yun'er, then at Yan'er, "Thank you for your hard work."

Turning to look at Xuanyuan Che, Xuanyuan Che nodded, suppressed his smile a little, and said to Xuanyuan Che quite seriously: "My lord, that foolish king and treacherous officials still let them run away, and I am really unwilling to kill them. But our troops are too few, and most of them are unarmed civilians who followed our cavalry to rebel with only their blood. I was worried that they would not be able to persevere, and I was even more worried that they would become innocent souls, so I decided to Did not take advantage of the chaos to attack."

Xuanyuan Che lay on the bed, nodded vigorously, and cast a very approving look at Bailiqing, this brother who was formed along the way, a former rival in love, is really a confidant in times of need.

"In my impression, there is a young man who stood up to protect me regardless of his own life. How is he doing now?"

Xuanyuan Che thought that before he fell into a coma, there was indeed a young man who stood up and openly supported him, and then many people stood up. If it weren't for their support, he would never have been able to support him until now.

"When we found the young master, we did see a lot of soldiers surrounding the young master. They were all desperate to protect the young master, but many of them died. I don't know if there is the person the young master mentioned."

"Oh……"

There was a trace of sadness in Xuanyuan Che's eyes. Not long ago, he, a general who was galloping all over the world, became so sensitive. He didn't know whether it was a mature beauty or an aging beauty.

Although the responsibilities on his shoulders forced him to take on the important task of saving the people from the fire and water, the voice in his heart reminded him all the time that blood, brutality, and power were not the life he wanted.

Qianqian, where are you now? ?How can I meet you? ?

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Nan Meng anxiously walked back and forth outside the Qianqian felt bag, when a maid came out from inside, Nan Meng hurried up to meet her, and asked: "Miss Yu still refuses to see me?"

The servant girl nodded and looked at Nan Meng shyly.

Nanmeng looked down like a deflated ball, lowered her eyes, and murmured to herself, "I knew she must be angry with me." Then she raised her head, looked at the maid with hope, and said : "Otherwise you go in and inform me again, it's been such a long time, and her anger should be gone!!"

The servant girl looked embarrassed, and said with a smile: "Young master, you come here almost three times a day, when will Miss Yu be soft-spoken!!"

Nan Meng opened her eyes wide, and asked herself, "Have I come so many times?"