Yang Zheming was silent for a moment before he said, "It's you lying on my bed." The pen www.biquge.info An Ning raised his eyebrows, and Yang Zheming explained: "The matter is urgent, Qingyan said that you had better not move now, not to mention that I am also your brother now, you don't have to be so guarded." ”

An Ning gradually adapted to the light, a lamp burned in the dark, hanging at the door, Yang Zheming slept outside, half an arm's width away from her, his face was backlit, hidden in the dark, and he couldn't see his expression at all.

She is not a girl who doesn't know the world, she has gone through so much, the two of them are counted in their previous lives, and they are half a hundred people, and they can't afford to have other charming thoughts at all, not to mention that in an environment surrounded by enemy troops, don't pay too much attention to it.

She looked up at him and whispered, "Sleep in the same bed with someone else...... I can't sleep......" Yang Zheming sighed: "When you just fell asleep, you like to touch the wound with your hand, cry when it hurts, and I can't sleep......"

An Ning reached out and gently touched the corners of her eyes, as well as tears.

Did she really cry in her sleep?

"How's the wound on my face?" An Ning asked. Yang Zheming did not hide her: "My face was scratched by a stone, and I need to raise it for about a year to get rid of the scar." ”

After listening to Anning, a trace of helplessness crossed her eyes, and she was not hysterically grieved.

Yang Zheming looked at her expression and comforted: "I will find a way when I go back." An Ning shook his head: "It's okay, you also said it, just raise it for a year." ”

The two fell silent. After the effect of the medicine passed, there was a faint pain in the wound, Yang Xi couldn't sleep, and asked softly, "What should I do with General Bu?" ”

Yang Zheming replied: "It's okay, he won't talk nonsense." ”

An Ning has always believed in Yang Zheming's ability to do things, and since he said that there is nothing to do, it has been done.

There was silence, and suddenly there was no topic again.

Yang Zheming is not a talkative person at first glance, the two are so close for the first time, if they don't find something to say, it will be too embarrassing.

What's more, the wound was too painful, and she couldn't sleep peacefully, it was rare to get along so peacefully, and she didn't want to bother thinking about tomorrow's plans, so she naturally thought of a topic that could be discussed by both parties - their past lives.

She asked, "In my previous life, why didn't I hear of you?" "With his ability in this life, he would not be too ordinary in his previous life, and he should have made a name for himself among the princes a long time ago.

Yang Zheming was silent for a while before replying: "I left Jindu and went to a far place. "He went to Great Qin and defected to the Great Qin Emperor.

She asked suspiciously, "Why are you leaving?" ”

Yang Zheming was silent.

The beginning of all this originated from a small princess in the inner palace who gave Princess Anqing a token, so that his incompetent father did not dare to protect his mother.

While he was away from the palace, his mother was betrayed by Princess Anqing - her limbs were cut off, her tongue was pulled out, her face was disfigured, and she was locked up in a dark mine dungeon, where she was humiliated.

By the time he found her, she was dead.

He was buried by hatred, his family and country were abandoned by him, and he exiled himself, and from then on vowed to make the Daliang royal family pay.

He and Zhao Rong hit it off, and the two strongly advocated attacking Daliang, but he was good at hiding behind the scenes, making Zhao Rong famous.

He took revenge on everyone and made Princess Anqing worse than dead in an even more cruel way, except for the princess in the deep palace, which was difficult for him to reach.

In the end, he persuaded the Great Qin Emperor to marry, and the princess who started the battle finally married into the Great Qin Palace, but he suddenly lost the mood of revenge.

- She's too weak.

There is no need for him to do it himself, she is already struggling, at a loss, and she is tossed by the concubine and the queen mother and has no power to fight back.

Their lives, from the very beginning, have been entangled with each other, and their grievances are difficult to clear.

She was the beginning of his life of revenge, and he was the origin of her tragic end.

It's just that he didn't expect that her influence on the Great Qin Emperor would cause turmoil in the whole world.

An Ning didn't get a response, but he felt that the originally gentle aura of the people around him suddenly became cold, with a sense of vigilance and alienation.

Did she say the wrong thing?

She opened her eyes and looked at him, and she could feel Yang Zheming's gaze falling on her in the light and shadow, with meticulous consideration.

"It's time for you to sleep." Yang Zheming said calmly, closed his eyes, and had no interest in continuing to talk.

An Ning opened her mouth, but she couldn't spit out a word—how could he always be so moody and not give people a warning, so she would have a hard time coping with it.

But seeing that she still needs him now, she can only endure his arrogant and rude temper.

An Ning waited for a while, and the sound of steady breathing came, and Yang Zheming seemed to have fallen asleep. Unable to do anything, she sighed silently, closed her eyes, and forced herself to sleep while enduring the discomfort on her face.

When Yang Xi was about to fall asleep in a daze, Yang Zheming opened his eyes and looked at her, his eyes clear and calm.

The two were supposed to be unrelated people, because of fate, they were entangled in their previous lives, and in this life, they became the only ones who knew their past lives and had memories of their past lives.

The ropes tied to their hands are entangled, as if to indicate that each other's fates are intertwined and immortal life cannot be unraveled.

On the other side of the tent, Abu and the third prince Su Min sat opposite each other, and the atmosphere was serious.

Abu was dressed in undershirts, and his arm was wounded by An Ning and maple marks, and he was bandaged.

The two of them went out for a trip and came back with injuries, which almost shocked everyone in the barracks, only the third prince Su Min didn't care about the people around him like he was fine.

General Abu asked solemnly in Beijung: "Su Min, where did those Daliang people come from?" ”

Su Min was lying on the couch with a jug of wine in her hand, and Zhuji and Kyaukyue knelt at her feet, serving him like docile animals.

Su Min laughed wantonly: "Abu, whether it's my brother or sister, I absolutely believe in Ah Zheming, he saved my life." He shrugged, "Even if it's his sister, maybe he just wants to protect her." ”

General Abu was very dissatisfied with Su Min's casual and indifferent attitude: "They also have a portable teenager with very strong martial arts, and I suspect that their identity is not just a businessman. ”

Su Min frowned, straightened up, and his expression became more serious: "A teenager? ”

Abu nodded, but Su Min spread his hands and said with a smile: "We can invite him to come along, maybe he can protect us." ”

Abu was angry, Su Min was an incompetent person who couldn't be helped, always like a child, competitive, no brains, not even half of Su He's ability, but his queen's aunt always hoped that he could support him.

He finally took a deep breath, stood up, and said calmly: "You have a good rest, we will go back to the royal capital tomorrow." Su Min nodded and pulled Zhuji into his arms: "Come on, come on, dance for this king." Jewel smiled and hugged him into his arms.