The two turned into the warm pavilion and saw that in the green gauze tent, Feng Jiutian, who was described as haggard, was asleep, and the wet towel on his head was taken down and changed from time to time by the father-in-law who was waiting next to him. www.biquge.info I don't know if it's because of the pain of the wound, or if the sleeping person has entered some terrible dream, his brows have been furrowed tightly, and he has let out one or two broken moans from time to time.

Mu Qing felt sour and remorseful in his heart, and his eyes couldn't help but turn red.

Jiang Mao knew that Mu Qing and His Royal Highness had a deep relationship, and seeing that Feng Jiutian was being taken care of very well, he pulled Mu Qing out quietly, and persuaded in a low voice: "General Mu doesn't have to be sad, His Royal Highness is the prince of the dragon, the future king of a country, with the protection of the gods and Buddhas in the sky, and it will be fine." Now His Highness is sick, and there is a strong enemy outside. Except for Your Highness, there is only you and me to support you. The general still cheered up, let's discuss the strategy of repelling the enemy! ”

Mu Qing gritted his teeth and suppressed the worry in his heart, nodded and said, "What Brother Jiang said is very true, I lost my temper. Let's go and discuss the countermeasures! ”

As they spoke, they walked out of the door and said to the people outside, "Don't worry, Your Highness is fine, and it will be fine." It's not a way for us to hold on like this, so let's discuss how to retreat from the enemy first! ”

When several people heard this, they all nodded gloomily, and then followed Mu Qing and the others out. Only Yue Qianxue still stood still, her eyes staring straight at the closed door. Lu Feipeng wanted to call her, but was stopped by Jiang Maocai, who shook his head at him, "Let her go!" ”

Feng Jiutian indoors was lying on the bed, still having a high fever, and the flushing on his face became more and more unnatural. The little father-in-law looked at His Highness's increasingly painful expression and rapid gasps, and was so frightened that he ran out and called the imperial doctor repeatedly.

Several imperial doctors hurriedly stopped what they were busy and gathered around to inspect His Highness's situation. At this time, Feng Jiutian's face already had a gray aura, as if those agile and handsome were pulling away from his body little by little.

"Your Highness is not in very good condition, take a look at the wound."

"The bleeding from the wound has stopped, and it has not opened."

"How's the pulse?"

"It's broken, there's something wrong with the pulse...... The veins are like untying ropes, scattered and disorderly, this is ...... This is ......" A royal doctor trembled his lips, and he couldn't say the words "strange veins and unraveling".

The other imperial doctor was in a hurry, pushed him away, and reached out to support Feng Jiutian's arm.

Everyone's eyes were on him, as if his diagnosis was a life-and-death verdict for His Highness. I saw that the doctor's face was shocked and suspicious, and he didn't say a word for a long time. Everyone couldn't help but be anxious, and broke the silence and asked, "How is Your Highness?" ”

Without waiting for him to answer, the man on the bed snorted softly, unloaded all his strength, and tilted his head to the side.

"Your Highness, Your Highness...... Your Highness is not good...... Your Highness is not good......"

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Feng Jiutian felt that his body was so heavy and heavy, so heavy that it was a little difficult for him to breathe, and his chest was uncomfortable, he really wanted to get out of this uncomfortable situation. So when someone broke his eyes open and let the outside light penetrate his eyeballs, his patience finally reached its limit. He struggled hard, and felt as if he had taken off his heavy robe, and suddenly floated up with ease.

He let out a long breath, and when he looked down, he saw a group of people around the bed shouting anxiously. He couldn't hear clearly, but he felt very agitated. The man lying on the bed was very familiar, he came closer, and looked closer, and the face seemed to resemble him, but not exactly, but like a dummy carved out of wood, lifeless, soulless.

Feng Jiutian looked at the body in disgust and floated out of the room. Outside, the sun was blinding, and the light was so strong that he couldn't stand it. He covered his eyes with his hands, and then he saw Yue Qianxue standing stupidly in the courtyard. He only glanced at her a few times, then floated past her and headed outside.

There were a lot of people running in the distance, all of them were his generals. Mu Qing Mu Nian ran at the front, Feng Jiutian was a little happy, and wanted to talk to them. But as if they didn't see him, they quickly ran past him, and even touched his body without noticing.

Feng Jiutian was a little frightened, couldn't they see themselves? He looked down and looked at his body, and there was nothing out of the ordinary. If anything, his feet are off the ground, as if he were floating in the air. Feng Jiutian suddenly understood, did he already die? That's how death is!

He felt a little sad in his heart, thinking about his life, thinking about his father, and then thinking about that person, a strong unwillingness surged into his heart. He looked into the distance, and his body involuntarily floated up, drifting in one direction.

Passing by the market, he saw lonely women and children hiding in the corners of dilapidated houses, listening to the thrilling sound of war drums in the distance. Passing by the city gates, he saw countless souls struggling in agony on the battlefield filled with gunpowder. As he passed through the wilderness, he saw large barren fields uncultivated, and some weeds grew sparsely on the cracked land. As he passed through the forest, he saw countless wild beasts, staring at the occasional passer-by by the roadside......

In the distance, he saw a puff of smoke and dust, and it seemed that a large number of people and horses were galloping from a distance. Feng Jiutian breathed a sigh of relief for no reason and floated towards the crowd......

Jiang Moyan led everyone to run around all night, and it wasn't until dawn that they stopped to bury the pot and make rice. Bao Jianfeng walked over, looked at the city in the distance, and said to Jiang Moyan: "There will be another hour and a half to reach Dingzhou City." What are you going to do? ”

Since the early morning, Jiang Moyan has been a little uneasy, and this feeling is even worse at this time. She looked up at the sky, and there was nothing but a few clouds. Maybe it's homesickness, she suddenly thought of that person, and she didn't know what he was doing now! Zhao Nianzu should have arrived a long time ago, why didn't he bring someone to answer?

Bao Jianfeng saw her distracted, and couldn't help but ask again. Jiang Moyan then said: "We delayed the time yesterday, but we marched overnight last night, I'm afraid the time will come back." If you're lucky, you might be able to catch Adakhan's southern expeditionary army attacking the city. If only I could give them a fish in troubled waters. ”

Bao Jianfeng hesitated, "Although we have 20,000 people, how can this infantry compare to the cavalry?" It's better for us to go to the city and do some more calculations. ”

While the two were talking, a war horse came running in the distance, and the man on the horse came close and shouted, "Master, where are you?" ”

Jiang Moyan heard that it was Zhao Nianzu's voice, and he was overjoyed, and hurriedly asked someone to bring Zhao Nianzu over.

Unexpectedly, when Zhao Nianzu got off the horse, he first showed a sad and lost face. Jiang Moyan was shocked in his heart, hurriedly cleared everyone away, and pulled Zhao Nianzu aside for interrogation.

"Master, Your Highness...... Your Highness doesn't seem to be good! ”