Host, You're Targeted

The next day.

When the first ray of sunlight penetrated the forest ahead and shone on the road, the soldiers who had been guarding went to the tent to report the dawn.

"Your Highness..."

The soldier went in and saw what was going on in the tent and shut up.

Li Ying was lying in Qi Ding's arms, covered with a dark blue robe stained with blood, sleeping soundly.

Hearing the sound of someone coming in, Qi Ding, sitting cross legged, raised his eyes, stretched out his index finger to his lips and made a silent movement.

Then he looked down at the man who was sleeping soundly against his arm and pulled his covered robe. Then he looked up again and lowered his voice.

"What's the matter?"

The soldier immediately understood and leaned over to Qi Qi Ding and whispered.

"Little general Qi, it's dawn. Your highness told me yesterday to leave for the palace at daybreak today."

"No problem, your highness is not well. Let him have a rest for a while, and you will take a rest. Give me an order, and we'll leave in three quarters of an hour. "

Although Qi Ding's status was not as high as that of the prince, he was a general at all times in the battlefield, and the soldiers obeyed his orders, so he bowed down and retired immediately.

After two quarters of an hour, Qi Ding, who had a nap for a while, looked down at the man lying flat in his arms, thinking that it was time to wake him up.

However, seeing his pale lip color and his cheek stained with a trace of blood, Qi Ding was somewhat soft hearted.

This is supposed to be a happy person in the palace. Why do you always like to run to the battlefield? Is it comfortable to make yourself in such a mess?

Suddenly, Li Ying opened his eyes without warning.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he could see Qi Ding's face with his head slightly lowered above him.

This handsome face was facing himself at the moment, and his eyes, washed with water but stained with red silk thread because he had not slept all night, were staring at himself.

Li Ying lay on his lap, staring at him without blinking.

Then, Qi Ding swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Li Ying:

Qi Ding blinked again, "that, your highness, we should start."

Hearing this, Li Ying did not hesitate to hold the wound on his stomach and sat up. One by one, he stood up as if he had not been hurt.

In order to make Li Ying sleep more comfortable, Qi Ding, who had been sitting there with legs crossed for a night, also wanted to stand up, but suddenly found his feet numb.

He had to smile bitterly and raise his hand to Li Ying.

Li Ying stares at him with vigilance. A trace of anger comes from nowhere in his eyes

"Your Highness..." The smile on Qi Ding's face unexpectedly has unspeakable pitiful and aggrieved, "you pillow my hand and leg to sleep for several hours, my leg was pressed numb, can't stand up."

Li Ying:

Qi Ding also looked at him and laughed, "Your Highness, you pull me."

Li Ying stood not far from Qi Ding with his arms in his arms. He could pull him up as soon as he reached out. However, Li Ying did a lot of psychological construction for himself before reaching out to the man.

He stretched out his hand even if he wanted to hold the tripod by himself.

So, Qi Ding's outstretched hand just touched Li Ying's hand, and hit several times together.

"My hands are numb. I have no strength."

Li Ying:

From the moment he opened his eyes, he was silent three times. His highness was tired.

Li won make complaints about the handsome eyebrow, turns his wrist to hold Qi Ding's hand, and pulls him up on the hand, but he still has to talk about it.

"Why are you so busy?"

As soon as Qi Ding stood up, there was a sly smile on his face. He took advantage of Li Yingla's strength and went straight to the man's arms, avoiding the wound in his waist and abdomen, but his hand was pinched on his other side.

The moment his shoulders collided with each other, Li Ying was stunned for a moment. He felt that Qi Ding's unique sandalwood fragrance wrapped him, and the masculine smell swallowed him up.

Finding Li Ying's body stiff, Qi Ding took the opportunity to ask for a second to minute hug, stepped back, patted him on the shoulder and laughed.

"Ha ha! Your highness, my leg is numb and I hit you! Didn't hurt your wound? Ha ha ha

Li Ying is biting his teeth and ushering in the fourth silence this morning. Now he just wants to punch the man's laughing mouth and knock out his teeth.