His gaze lingered on her for a moment, then he jumped up and got back on his horse, and said—

"Take her back."

"Yes!" The two soldiers took the order, walked towards Su Yueming, picked up the dusty iron chains on the ground, and their movements could be called barbaric.

"Let me come."

At this time, Murong Canghai's first close guard, Yinglie, took the first step, dismounted, walked in front of Su Yueming, and bent down to pick her up.

There was a moment of confusion in Su Yueming's eyes, she remembered that this person's name was Yinglie, and he hated her very much at one time.

Yinglie hugged Su Yueming and stepped onto his horse, and in the eyes of the different soldiers, he took off his robe again, covering Su Yueming's thin and tired body, revealing only one face outside.

Murong Canghai's lips moved, and his eyes were so deep and calm that he couldn't tell what he was thinking.

The horses galloped up.

Su Yueming looked at the man in front of her who made her no longer have to suffer from flesh and skin for the time being, and asked-

"Why save me?"

Yinglie lowered his head, glanced at her, and continued to look ahead, saying-

"It's not that I want to save you."

"......" Su Yueming's eyes appeared for a moment of doubt, and she thought to herself, if it wasn't him, who could it be? He was so loyal to Murong Canghai, how could he do something against his will.

Back to the tent, Murong Canghai took the lead in dismounting, and when the clansmen saw the big lion that was carried back, they danced around the lion one by one, singing their endless admiration for Murong Cang.

But Murong Canghai didn't seem to be in the mood to accept everyone's cheers, so he dismounted and entered the tent, leaving behind people who looked at each other and didn't know what to do.

Yinglie looked at the woman in his arms, the prince didn't have any orders, her skin and flesh were flawed, if she continued to be chained outside like this, exposed to the wind and sun, I am afraid she would die.

So what should I do......

"Lord Yinglie, everyone is saying that the king of the beasts will be dissected, the lion skin will be presented to the prince, and the lion meat will be distributed to the people of the clan to eat, you go quickly, give me this woman and I will tie it to the stake." Gong Yue's hands were stained with the blood on the lion's body, and he walked over and said.

"No need." But Yinglie coldly refused, his eyes clearly revealed his dissatisfaction with Gong Yue, and he walked into his tent with Su Yueming with his eyes closed.

Gong Yue touched his nose and stood in place.

Ying Lie's tent was very rudimentary, with only a felt bed for sleeping, his battle uniform and sword hanging on the wall, and a table with only a kettle and teacups, and nothing else.

After hesitating for a moment, he put Su Yueming on her felt bed, and then pulled the quilt over her body and went out.

When he entered, he had an extra coat and a basin of warm water, and he was followed by a short, stocky and faithful woman.

Su Yueming opened her tired eyes and looked at her, Yinglie said while putting the water next to the felt bed-

"The clothes and boots are borrowed, Aunt Ying will help you wipe the dirty things on your body before changing into clean clothes, the doctor is out, and he will come later."

Su Yueming nodded and said, "Thank you." ”

Yinglie was stunned and said-

"I'm going to get some food." So saying, he went out again.

About him estimated the time, and when he came in again, Su Yueming had already changed her clothes, her face had been washed, and she had returned to her original Bai Xi, but one scar after another made her face as ugly as disfigured.

Aunt Ying bowed to Yinglie, and then took out the ragged shirt and basin that Su Yueming had changed, and there were only the two of them left in the tent.