Reborn to be Incomparable

When Lu Qin saw such a well-dressed man, who looked like a close double waiter, and heard the conversation between him and the two sentinels, he had a vague guess in his heart. At this time, hearing the people in front of him said this, he was more sure. After taking a deep breath, he nodded, lowered his eyes, and followed the imperial sword step by step towards the big tent.

As she walked, she did not forget to look at the figure that followed her. She was afraid that Lu Qin would go the wrong way in the wind and snow. Fortunately, Lu Qin was very close to her. They went to the big tent without stopping. The two guards raised their hands to the first imperial sword and said, "Princess sword, Gemini.

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"what about the emperor?"

"Back to Gemini, Nei Jun just went to Tarong army tent to visit his highness King Xiaoyao, but he didn't come back at this time."

Hearing the words to visit his royal highness, imperial concubine sword subconsciously looked back at Lu Qin. Unexpectedly, she saw the scholar in blue's fingers clenched in an instant. Her eyes were a little more thoughtful, but she still laughed. She raised her hand to signal the scholar in blue to move in another direction: "Prince Lu, please."

Lu Qin was extremely silent all the way. Until he finally arrived at the big tent where Jiang Luobai lived, he suddenly stopped his step. The dark color flashed in his eyes. When he slowly raised his face, he just met Jiang Luoyu who had just lifted the curtain.

Jiang Luoyu obviously just came out after seeing Jiang Luobai's injury. When he lifted up the curtain, he looked bad and his clothes had unnatural wrinkles. The people in black who came out with him seemed afraid that he might catch cold. After putting on the snow colored cloak for him, they clasped their hands and looked at each other. Jiang Luoyu's face was not relieved until he lifted his eyes and saw the scholar in blue But he frowned again.

Lu Qin didn't care at the moment. He just looked at the sleeves of Jiang Luoyu's Lavender emperor's clothes, a small piece of dark red that ordinary people would hardly notice. Suddenly, he murmured in a low voice: "there is blood on your sleeve."

Jiang Luoyu looked ugly. His face was pale and blue. His eyes were full of red blood. His eyes flashed slightly. He waved his sleeve as if he wanted to show the blood stain to the scholar in blue more clearly. There was more sarcasm in his words: "if Mr. Lu hears the rumors in the army, he should know whose blood it is. Why do you have to talk about it?"

The scholar in blue clenched his fingers more and more tightly. He didn't care about the tone of Jiang Luoyu's words. His ugly face was even more deserted. Hearing the speech, he asked in a low voice: "then he How did he get hurt... "

"Mr. Lu wants to know?"

Jiang Luoyu saw that he was very anxious, but he didn't move his foot once. His eyes flashed slightly. He looked back at the tent and heard some voices. His brother, who had been struggling to sit up, had already measured in his heart. Suddenly, he shook his sleeve in a cold voice and said, "Master Lu is an outsider. I'm sorry that you can't tell him."

"Nei Jun!" As soon as Jiang Luoyu finished speaking, he raised his step and prepared to leave immediately. The scholar in blue felt that there was a block in his chest, and he could not care about anything else. He turned around and blocked Jiang Luoyu's way. He said one word at a time, "the emperor should be aware that since he made up his mind, I have no delusion about many things I just want to know, want to know his recent situation Is he seriously hurt? "

"I wish that if he were sad, he would shed tears and not bleed." Jiang Luoyu was blocked by him, but he didn't seem to be angry. His eyes were very complicated. After looking at him for a long time, he finally gave a long sigh. In his words, he regretted that he would never do so

"Well, since you have worked hard to get here, I'm afraid it's not that you don't have a heart for him."

After saying this, he did not wait for the people in front of him to do any more reaction, then raised his step to brush past him, the voice became smaller and smaller in the wind and snow, until he could no longer hear clearly.

"If you want to see him, go now."

With Jiang Luoyu's permission, he watched their husband and husband leave. The scholar in blue stood in front of the tent for a long time. It seemed that he had finally plucked up his courage and lifted the curtain in front of him. After letting the strong smell of medicine and blood come to his face, he looked at the figure lying on the couch not far away from the tent, as if he was afraid of waking up.

“…… Loby

After walking a few steps, he felt that the man holding his finger was extremely cold. Jiang Luoyu's eyebrows were even tighter. He stopped and looked back at himself. It was clear that the man in Xuanyi, who had to come with him today, sighed lightly and stopped his steps.

"Cold?"

Murong Hao pursed his lips, and his eyes seemed to melt a piece of snow, showing a misty tenderness: "what about you?"

Jiang Luoyu clenched his fingers in both hands and slowly lifted the corner of her lip: "I'm not cold with this fur."

They went up a small earth slope in the camp. Muronghao motioned the retinue to step down, lifted his hand to untie his pure black cloak, and hugged Jiang Luoyu, who had seen his movements and was puzzled. Then he wrapped up his cloak again. After standing still with his sweetheart in his arms, he looked far away at the big tent that had just left and asked in a low voice.

"Did you know he was coming?"Jiang Luoyu's constitution is weak and cold. Every winter, his hands and feet are cold and unconscious. Even if he puts on a cloak, he has no effect. But he is held in his arms and adds a layer of fox fur. He just feels a warm feeling from his heart. He lifts his fingers and holds muronghao's hand, so he pillows his shoulder and asks with a smile, "don't you see that he has feelings for Luo Bai?"

After saying this, he seemed to think of something. He suddenly raised his head, put out his finger and poked the man's cheek. He narrowed his eyes and asked in a rather bad way: "didn't you say you were not drunk that day? How can I think now?"

When muronghao heard him suddenly mention the events of that day, he unconsciously remembered the absurdity of the two people in the tent that night, as well as Jiang Luoyu's low gasping voice when he was lying on the bed. For a moment, even Li Pai's eyes were deep. After two dry coughs, he raised his hand and clenched his hand again into his cloak, racking his brain and wondering how to answer.

"That's..."

However, before he could speak, he squinted and nestled in his arms. He was waiting for him to explain. But at the next moment, he did not know what to see. He stood up straight, clenched muronghao's finger, and said in a deep voice: "mind?"

Murong Hao listened to his solemn tone and immediately followed his eyes. Unexpectedly, he saw that he was in jiangluobai's tent. A gust of wind just rolled up the curtain, revealing the thin figure of the scholar in blue sitting beside the bed, but with a faint white light on his body, and the scholar in blue sitting opposite him who could not see clearly. His head was hanging from his quilt, as if he was pretending to be dizzy.

The white light was shining for a moment. The scholar in blue seemed to have some hindrance. After he bowed his head and coughed heavily, he shook his body and fell towards Jiang Luobai. Jiang Luobai, who had been pretending to be dizzy, finally felt wrong. He opened his eyes and immediately caught Lu Qin, who was really faint. He was in a hurry and began to call people, as if he had not There is a wound like spirit Yiyi, eyes also follow stare to slip round.

Seeing such a dramatic scene, Jiang Luoyu was no longer surprised. She put her pillow on muronghao's shoulder again, narrowed her eyes and narrowed her eyes. After shrinking her body, she murmured in a low voice: "I have hardly seen this kind of thing. I have only seen it in books, but I didn't expect that it would happen."

Mu Ronghao knew that he was talking about the mind and saw the scene. Naturally, he knew that it was the white light from the scholar in blue just now. His eyes were full of curiosity. He could not help but ask, "what is it?"

Jiang Luoyu was wrapped up tightly by him. After a while, Jiang Luoyu finally got better and warmed up. She was lazy and motionless. She felt sleepy. She responded vaguely: "a kind of martial arts learned by a scholar is not the same as his internal power, but somewhat similar. The biggest difference is that after learning, he still has no strength to bind a chicken."

"Why do you learn this?"

"This martial arts is a kind of method that only guards but not attacks. With this kind of skill, he can protect himself and others in times of crisis, although he can not hurt others."

After listening to the explanation, Murong Hao picked his eyebrows instead. His eyes were full of doubts: "strange."

Jiang Luoyu's voice became smaller and smaller, but he was still able to hear clearly. It can be seen that although he was confused, he did not fall asleep: "it's very strange. Those scholars always have strange ideas."

Murong Hao couldn't even open his eyes. He remembered that he had taken care of himself until midnight and wrote a letter to the emperor instead of himself. He got up early in the morning before dawn to go to jiangluobai to look at it. By the way, he waited for Lu Qin to come. He hugged the man in his arms and thought about whether to take him back to the account and let him have a rest Fearing that he might make such a move, Jiang Luoyu woke up and pretended that she did not know that he was sleepy. Instead, she continued to talk to him.

"Don't worry about lobbies?"

"That boy is very good." When Jiang Luoyu answered this time, even her eyes were no longer open, but a faint smile appeared on her lips. She leaned closer to the people beside her, as if to spread her weight on muronghao. Her voice became lower and lower, so that she could not hear clearly at last, "and this time, you must have your idea..."

Hearing this last sentence, Murong Hao's eyes flashed slightly and looked at the big tent not far away. He also looked at Jiang Luoyu, who was breathing steadily and closed his eyes. According to the color of his eyes, he was helpless. Anyway, Jiang Luobai was Jiang Luoyu's brother. If he didn't help him, he would not be