The Most Spoiled Medical Concubine

Yuan Bingyan trembled, pinched her fingers subconsciously, looked back at him in panic, and said in shame: "master mu, I'm sorry."

Wood small white fidgety waved a hand: "you don't have to say sorry to me, since I have promised to take good care of you, I will never break my promise, hurry back to rest, so as not to catch cold again."

Yuan Bingyan recognized the disgust in his tone. The reason why he let her live in the tartar palace was just because of the face of young master song.

She did not dare to refute, obediently returned to their own room, looking at the strange environment, heart sour uneasy.

The little maid brought her food, but she had no appetite at all. Her heart was dead. She didn't know the meaning of living like this. She was disgusting everywhere. Even the man who had been hiding in her heart was going to get married. She was envious and envious.

She was staring out of the window, snow pressure in the tree trunk, occasionally wind blowing, snow foam flying everywhere, like a white fog, really good-looking.

She sucked her nose and sobbed bitterly with her little face. She wanted to give up. In her life, she couldn't touch the beautiful young master song any more. She already recognized him, but why did God send him to her?

When he leaned over and picked her up, God knows how much she longed for that embrace. Even she once thought that it didn't matter that she would be a bad woman for that embrace, as long as she could stay by his side.

Mu Xiaobai stood outside the yard, listening to the continuous cry in his ears. He couldn't help sighing. There is love in his life. Since he can't get it, why should he be delusional? Pain can only be swallowed?

A moment later, the little maid came out with a face of embarrassment and spoke carefully: "master, that girl yuan refused to eat. She just cried, and the maid couldn't persuade her."

Wood small white wring eyebrow heart way: "since can't persuade, that don't persuade, let her continue to cry!" With that, he turned and walked away quickly.

The little maid looked at his back, then looked back at the lonely yard, and couldn't help shaking her head.

In the military camp outside the city, song Qingqing is examining shangguanrui. He is seriously injured this time. After treatment, his body is slowly recovering, but his consciousness is not clear.

Song Qing was not worried because she knew that shangguanrui was so weak because of the new and old injuries. She would get better after a rest.

After a while, Mu Xiaobai came in from outside. When he saw her, he saluted respectfully.

Song looked back at him: "what did you bring to your brother-in-law today?"

Wood small white scratch head: "stewed chicken soup."

Song Qingqing praised: "when he wakes up, it must be very gratifying to know that you take care of him so considerately."

Wood small white can't help bitter mouth: "in this world, I only left him a relative, I can't let him have anything."

Song Qingqing doesn't understand his feelings. He has lost his closest sister. Even if his sister and Shangguan Rui are not married, he still recognizes him as his brother-in-law.

"Xiaobai doesn't have to worry, he will get better," she said softly

Mu Xiaobai takes a complicated look at her and walks slowly to shangguanrui. He looks down at his handsome face and says, "brother-in-law, haven't you slept enough? I've made trouble again. Don't you want to get up and punish me? "

Shangguanrui is still lying there with his eyes closed. His breath is steady, as if he had fallen asleep.

Mu Xiaobai is not a man with rich feelings. He grew up with shangguanrui when he was a child. He spent very little time with him peacefully, almost all of which was spent in punishment. Because he often made trouble and was scolded every time. Later, he followed song Zhili to Chenxu city for training, which was better.

Song Qingqing looked at his reddish eyes and patted him on the shoulder: "you stay with him for a while, I'll go outside to have a look."

When mu xiaobaimu sent her away, he knew very well that this woman was wanted to be guarded by his brother-in-law. He paid a lot for her. His whole dynasty and all the women around him were all killed, including his elder sister and Ling Xiaoqi. He hated her before, but later he gradually understood that if you fall in love with someone, That is to be poisoned by her. I will never get rid of it in my life.

He stretched out his hand to wipe his eyes, held his shoulders and laughed at himself: "my brother-in-law once said that a man can't shed blood, I can't let you look down on him."

With that, he reached for the chicken soup and sent it to his lips when it was cold.

After Song Qing arrived at the wounded barracks, the soldiers got better. When they saw her, they sat up one by one and said thank you to her with a grateful face.

She didn't stop them and let them talk. Anyway, she did save them. If they didn't speak out, they would be suffocated.

"Continue to take medicine. After ten days, you can walk on the ground!" She told a wounded soldier in a soft voice.

"Thank you, empress!" The wounded soldier's eyes were full of tears. He was really pulled back from the death line. At one time, he was so hot that he couldn't wake up. After using the special medicine, he recovered.

When she came out of the wounded camp, it was getting dark again. She rubbed her forehead and looked up at the dark sky. Now she didn't know what was going on in the fire dragon. Although she knew very well that it was impossible for a country to have no war, she also hoped that it would not be a war if it didn't fight. It was not only a waste of money, but also a waste of national strength, The rest after the war was hard.

With such a plan in mind, she was more worried about Fengcheng. She knew Xue nianyi too well, and her wrist was too fierce. In order to prevent him from thinking about Jinxi, she had to prepare for a rainy day and deploy the pieces there as soon as possible.

Just as she was thinking wildly, she saw the worried Yuwen Fengyu come to her. She couldn't help asking: "Fengyu? But sick? Why do you look so ugly? "

Yuwen Fengyu has been staying in the military camp. At first, he didn't adapt to the hard environment here. However, after general Luo was seriously injured, he took on the responsibility of general. After several days of defense, he couldn't support himself.

He replied hoarsely, "I'm ok. I've just come back. I'm going to see the tartar king."

Song Qingqing looked at him admiringly. This is the person she picked out. Yes, it used to be a flower raised in a greenhouse, but now it has grown into a strong and towering tree after being honed. His eyes, in particular, have already faded from their childishness and replaced by their fierce momentum.

She spoke in a low voice: "Mu Xiaobai is accompanying him."