My little puppy is sick

Chapter 87
He squeezed the paper cloth, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the fire barrel.

The paper cloth was crackling and burning, Ying Jun stood up, walked aside to pick up a weapon, and ordered his subordinates: "Continue to attack, and make a quick decision."

The subordinates didn't ask why they started fighting immediately after the first battle just now. After all, on the battlefield, they must obey the orders of the leaders unconditionally.

There was a piece of paper cloth inside the barrel that was burning on the fire, and only a corner was burned, and the characters on it could be vaguely seen.

Late Night Prison
Strange people cranky.

The chaotic war in the south was huge, and it was expected to take nearly a week to be defeated, but it took only three days for Yingjun and his soldiers to kill it.

It took half a day to clear the tail, and in the afternoon of the fourth day, the large force returned to the capital.

But even if Ying Jun hurried to the capital, it was already eleven or twelve o'clock in the evening.

When he returned to the palace, he went to Wangyou Palace first without changing his clothes.

The maid who was on guard at night was frightened, and immediately covered her mouth when she saw Ying Jun's gesture, and quietly retreated to stand outside the door.

The room was dark, the candle wick was not lit, and the moonlight painted the face of the person sleeping on the bed, so pure, so beautiful, so peaceful.

Ying Jun stood for a long time, looking at Qi Yan, Qi Yan who was sleeping was awakened by the fiery gaze.

"His Majesty?"

Ying Jun remained silent, and began to untie the cumbersome military uniform on his body.

"Your Majesty, why did you come back so early?"

If you don't come back so early, are you going to rebel?
Is there any man in that cell that attracts you?I look good?
There hasn't been a single letter in the past four days. Do you dare to say that you are missing me?Qi Yan, you are so bold!

Ying Jun roared wildly in his heart, but on the surface he was extremely calm.

Just as Qi Yan was about to get up, Jun Ying pushed her back and bullied her.

Tonight's Mr. Ying is very enthusiastic.

To be precise, it was anger, loss, and fear.

He doesn't know how to deal with these emotions, he has had them before, but just kill the person who makes him have these emotions.

But this woman, he couldn't bear it.

This is the only way to torment her.

The maidservant outside the door blushed blushing and walked outside until she couldn't hear the sound.

And that sound was still there until the middle of the night.

In the morning, Qi Yan got up late, to be precise, she only went to bed in the morning.

Waking up to eat lunch, this is probably the salted fish life she dreamed of in the real world.

After waking up from the dream, the maids came in with things, oh, so she was in the small world.

After washing up, she walked to the table and was about to eat. When she realized something, she paused and asked the people around her, "Where's Your Majesty?"

"Go back to your mother, Your Majesty has just returned to the palace, and there are many things to deal with, most of them are in the imperial study."

She nodded before moving her chopsticks.

now.

In the prison.

Ying Jun walked in front, and Jing Yi followed behind him.

Ying Jun's eyes fell on one prisoner after another, he circled around, and said, "These people are not as handsome as I am."

Jing Yi smiled and said, "Your Majesty has a majestic tree facing the wind, has an extraordinary temperament, has a unified strategy, and has a far-reaching gaze. How can you and other mortals compare to it."

"I asked you to check things, how did you check them?"

"Return to Your Majesty, we will find out tomorrow."

Ying Jun hummed, and walked forward with steady steps.

"What about Your Majesty?"

In Wangyou Palace, this sentence has been repeated three or four times today, and Dongqing said again: "Your Majesty is still in the imperial study."

"Oh." The next sentence was gone, and Qi Yan stared at the painting in his hand in a daze.

What happened on this trip to the south?

(End of this chapter)