Rebirth of Qing Xin Fu Yan

Le Yao fought and retreated all the way. Fortunately, Chen Lin came quickly and immediately guarded the two of them. Chen Lin saw that both of them looked bad, and said in a deep voice, "Master Le was injured?"

Le Yao was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, but still did not let go of Sheng Yu, and whispered: "I will take her back first and leave it to you here. As for Lian Mu, don't bother. Tell him that I killed Lian Song. I want to talk about it. Just ask me for justice."

Chen Lin saw that Cheng Yu was not wearing an outer shirt at the moment, and his single shirt was a little messy, and he immediately understood. It's just that when Le Yao realized that he was watching Sheng Yu, she frowned, turned around and rushed down the mountain with Sheng Yu.

Sheng Yu looked at her hand and couldn't help but speak: "Deal with your injury first."

Le Yao opened the mouth and said: "It's okay, I have already tapped the acupuncture points and will not bleed anymore. Your clothes are all torn, and you can't be with a group of men. Let's go back first."

To make it easier to find Sheng Yu, Le Yao temporarily sent someone to find a simple residence at the foot of the mountain, sent Sheng Yu to the small wooden house, and found her a dress. She sat on a wicker chair and closed her eyes to rest. Before carrying Sheng Yu on his back to deal with the siege of a group of people, the internal force was consumed quite a lot. Although the stab wound on the arm was not fatal, it shed a lot of blood. At this moment, he had no strength to clean himself.

Sheng Yu watched her leaning against the wicker chair, her face with a charming smile, she couldn't see a trace of blood at this moment, she was so pale, she suddenly became anxious. She reluctantly lifted a trace of strength and walked to Le Yao, and said anxiously, "Le Yao, what's the matter with you? Did you take medicine? I will give you medicine. Don't just sleep like this."

Maybe he was really anxious, Sheng Yu's cold voice trembled a little, and his tone changed a little. Le Yao frowned helplessly, opened her eyes and smiled and sighed: "I'm fine, but I'm so tired. You have such a loud voice, how can I still sleep."

Seeing her opening her eyes, Sheng Yu quickly suppressed the worries in her eyes, lowered her head and pursed her mouth and said: "Let me clean up your wound first. Will you rest well?"

Le Yao glanced at her weakly and said, "You can't stand on your own feet. How can you help me clean up the wound? I'm fine. Chen Lin and the others should be back soon."

Sheng Yu pursed her mouth and looked at her without saying a word, her eyes were no longer nervous, but like a land of ice and snow, Le Yao was chilled.

Le Yao, who opened her mouth slightly, shuddered, frowned and snorted, as if the wound was hurting badly.

Suddenly, Sheng Yu didn't want to let go of the air-conditioning, and took a hurried step, but didn't know what to do. When Le Yao saw this, she smiled and said, "Don't look at me like this. My wound hurts. If you feel so cold, I hurt even more."

Sheng Yu twisted her eyebrows a little annoyed, and then dragged her soft body back. Although this wooden house was rudimentary, because it used to be the residence of a hunter, there is still a kitchen and a well. Sheng Yu searched for a long time before finding a tub and fetching water.

Seeing her holding the water a little bit steadily, Le Yao wanted to stand up, and Sheng Yu glanced at her: "I'm just a little weak, but I haven't reached this point. You hurt your right hand, what else do you want to do?"

Seeing that she was a little serious, Le Yao stopped laughing, watching her put the water aside, and carefully rolled up her sleeves with her hand.

The knife was not lightly cut, because Le Yao's entire right forearm was almost full of blood because it was not dealt with in time. After it dries up, it sticks to the damaged clothes, which looks a little scary.

Originally, Sheng Yu unmasked her clothes a little bit with a blank face. When the edge of the wound was exposed, her slender fingers were already shaking imperceptibly. The broken sleeves and condensed blood stains are firmly stuck to the wound. If the wound is to be cleaned, the clothes must be torn off. Just looking at the wound with the flesh turned up, Sheng Yu can imagine how painful it is. .

There was fine sweat on her forehead, and she wiped Le Yao's **** forearm with a wet towel little by little. The **** arm showed the white and crystal skin little by little, and it was even more beautiful and slender against Le Yao's red shirt. It's just that the long blade on the top has ruined this beauty, and it made Sheng Yuxin's hair clogged.

Seeing her like this, Le Yao didn't feel good in her heart, so she hurriedly said, "I just saw that it was a little bit oozing, and the skin was hurt. I brought medicine, so you can clean up the wound for me, and just put some medicine on it. "

Sheng Yu took a breath, raised her eyes and said, "Where is the medicine?"

Seeing that she finally stopped being silent, Le Yao quickly said: "I carry it with me, in my arms."

Sheng Yu paused slightly, then reached into Le Yao's clothes and looked around. Le Yao froze immediately, sternly letting Sheng Yu move. If it weren't for the person in front of her with serious hands, and the expression on her face even more serious, she would think she was playing a hooligan.

However, after only a few breaths, Sheng Yu took out the medicine, uncorked the bottle, lowered his head and smelled it. It has a delicate fragrance, and it should be a good medicine for golden sore. Putting down the medicine bottle, Sheng Yu looked down at her wound, and raised her head and said: "It will hurt, so bear with it first." Her voice was unprecedentedly gentle, plus her unique coldness. , With a different taste, made Le Yao swayed for a while, but at this moment, a sharp pain came from her right arm, causing her to take a breath. Immediately, Sheng Yu quickly applied the medicine, tore a piece of white cloth and quickly bandaged her, moving so fast that she could not see her previous weakness.

Le Yao gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and finally smiled bitterly: "This is really painful."

Sheng Yu didn't speak, she squeezed her sleeves and wiped her sweat. After a while, she muttered, "Why did you want to abandon the sword to kill Lien Song, your arm almost..."

Le Yao looked at her, and then smiled: "If I don't kill him, Lian Mu has too many excuses to keep him. He treats you like that, if you don't kill him, you are afraid that you will be sad."

Sheng Yu moved his throat and whispered, "What about this?"

Le Yao didn't know how to answer for a while. She never thought about this question. When she broke into the house, she wanted to kill him. Seeing Lien Song's escape, she didn't hesitate to throw the sword at the person's reaction. Got out. She lowered her head and seemed to be thinking, then raised her face and smiled brightly: "I am quite picky, and I don't like many people. Now I want to come, except for the nine highnesses of my family, you are the second one."

Sheng Yu looked straight at her, but finally lowered her head. After a long time, looking at the tired person, she whispered: "I've talked more, you should rest first."

The bed in the room has not been cleaned up. Le Yao has been looking for someone tightly these days. She is really tired and fell asleep with her head tilted within a moment. Sheng Yu stared at her for a long time, got up and took a shirt to cover her.

When Chen Lin came back in a hurry, they were about to speak. Sheng Yu glanced back at a few people and shook his head slowly. Chen Lin was taken aback, and then when he saw Le Yao, he nodded and said nothing.

Sheng Yu slowly stood up, walked out of the wooden house, bowed, and said coldly: "I thank a few people for saving my life, this matter has arisen because of me, Le Yao is very tired, what's the matter, I think I can be with you Several people discuss together."

Both Chen Lin and Yunmei knew about Shengyu's position in Zhao Ziyan's place. After all, he was a sharp-hearted friend and not an ordinary weak female stream. Therefore, they both responded. Several people moved a little farther and moved Yanyun Eighteen Villages. At the moment the situation is explained in detail.

This Xiang Shengyu was rescued, and only the finishing touch was left, and Zhao Ziyan and Fu Yanqing had also caught up with the army that carried the army.

Fu Yanqing’s identity was not suitable for staying in this group of people. Zhao Ziyan could only instruct Xuan Chen and Wu Yanqing to protect Fu Yanqing directly to Yizhou. Taking advantage of the twilight, he sneaked into the camp in the middle of the night. The camp of "His Royal Highness Nine".

Sileben was resting in the tent. At night, he suddenly noticed the breath of someone else. He woke up suddenly. When he opened his eyes, he saw a figure standing beside her bed. Just about to have an attack, the man raised his hand and did something to her. Gestures. Sile took a closer look, then turned over and got out of bed, knelt down on one knee, lowered his voice and said in surprise: "His Royal Highness."

Zhao Ziyan stretched out his hand to support her and smiled at her.

Early the next morning, Zhao Mojian got up early and tidied up her clothes. She raised her eyes and glanced at the tent not far away. She looked at Xue Qi and said, "Master Zhongcheng, we have been delayed for too long. We get up this morning. Cheng."

Xue Qi hesitated: "But His Highness Nine seems to be in poor health."

Zhao Mojian smiled coldly: "Although I feel sorry for her, but the military pay must be shipped to Yizhou as soon as possible. If she is delayed alone, my father will probably blame it. Moreover, if the military situation is missed, you and I will be sinners of the ages."

Xue Qi hurriedly bowed his head and said, "The subordinates dare not, so let's go and order to set off."

Xue Qi turned around to return to camp, but ran into Zhao Ziyan who had just walked out of the tent. Today she wore a white brocade robe with moiré piping, a white jade belt around her waist, and sickly paleness on her face. There were some gentle and elegant people who were originally born, but now they are more romantic and elegant, to the point that Xue Qi is a little lost. Why are these nine high priests different?

When Zhao Mojian saw her, he was slightly stunned, but then he calmly said: "It looks better at last. I don't know if Zi Yan thinks it's time to set off?"

Zhao Ziyan coughed a few times and nodded: "Sister Huang said, let's go."

Afterwards, Zhao Mojian abandoned the carriage on the grounds of speeding up the journey, and everyone rode on the road together. Xue Qi rode on the horse, looking at Zhao Ziyan's white face, thinking about Xue Heng's words, leaned in and said in a low voice: "His Royal Highness, is it okay?"

Zhao Ziyan glanced at him and said with a smile: "Master Zhong Cheng is interested, I am very good, but I always have to make some people think that I am not good, otherwise there will be more troubles."

Xue Qi was a little surprised by her frankness. He looked at Zhao Mojian who was constantly urging in front of him, and then at the calm and relaxed person. When he thought of his uncle's words, his heart suddenly became clear. Hugging fists, Xue Qi also smiled and urged the horse to leave. A group of troops rushed towards Yizhou in mighty, sonorous footsteps, accompanied by the sound of armor hitting, gathered into a passionate movement on the empty and lonely official road.

After a day of driving, Zhao Mojian showed that he shared the joys and sorrows with the soldiers. Zhao Ziyan's ration was only two pieces of hard naan, and half a water bag of water. He also said that he was afraid of attracting the attention of thieves and was not allowed to hunt and make fires. This naan was originally baked and soft, but after a journey, it became stiff. Zhao Ziyan's situation was especially serious. It was soaked in water to barely swallow it, and Xue Qi couldn't stand it. Zhao Ziyan looked indifferent. When she was on a mission, she often didn't eat a hot meal for several days, but it was inevitable that she would be hungry.

Lying in the makeshift tent, Zhao Ziyan touched his flat stomach and couldn't help but miss Fu Yanqing. At this moment, Zhao Ziyan noticed a slight movement of the tent, and a slender figure flashed over. Zhao Ziyan turned over and sat up, but saw Fu Yanqing, who should have left, frowned and looked at her. He didn't say a word, but took a cloth from his arms. Pack it to her.

Zhao Ziyan shrugged his nose, smelling of meat, and suddenly couldn't laugh or cry.

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