As the Holy Driver approached, the crowd around the Wind Spirit invariably took half a step back, and the Wind Spirit was all focused on Fu Yanyan, who was leading the horse from the city gate, a beat later than everyone retreated. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Fu Yanyan glanced at it, and the figure in the crowd that he was deeply concerned about easily fell into his sight, and he couldn't help but purse his lips slightly. After all, it was the Holy Driver, and he only shared the god of this breath, so he returned to righteousness and saluted Li Shimin with a military salute.

The remnants of blood and yellow dust were smeared on his cheeks, and the wind spirit couldn't tell what his complexion was, judging from his pace alone, he was still passable, and he shouldn't have suffered any serious injuries. She quietly settled down before she had time to notice the black mass he was carrying.

She was not the only one who noticed this thing, and the sounds of gasping around her came and went, and the black and messy was actually a human head with messy hair, which circled around Yanyan's hand twice, and she couldn't see her face clearly, but she was hideously exposed with the wound that was cut off at the neck level, and the blood had already coagulated, and even the belt flesh had become a big black and red lump.

But seeing that he was delayed, he raised the ball of things in his hand and said loudly: "The last general was ordered to pursue and suppress the fleeing rebel Apod, and now he led the Xuanjia army back to the city to restore his life. ”

As he spoke, a soldier had already come with a wooden cart, on which lay a headless corpse, judging from the tattered clothes and armor on the body, it was undoubtedly Apda. Fu Yanyan staggered his body to get out of the way, so as to teach Li Shimin to see the corpse of the enemy general clearly, and then said: "Yu Xue Yantuo's remnants are more than 10,000 people, most of them are dead, and the corpses are inconvenient to transport back, so they only take the head and bring it back, and there are few survivors left, and they have all been imprisoned outside the city with the prisoners. ”

The voice of Fu Yanyan was not big, but these words were said sonorously and heavily, the tribal leaders who came with Li Shimin were all present, they heard it clearly, secretly shocked, all of them calculated, Aboda was also brave and fierce, more than 10,000 elite soldiers were folded in the hands of the Xuanjia army, and I heard that the number of the Xuanjia army was only five hundred, according to this algorithm, that is, every Xuanjia Lang had to deal with the slashing and killing of twenty Mobei Xiaoqi.

This account shocked the hearts of all the leaders, and the laughing stock that had been waiting to see the ceremony of offering prisoners without prisoners has now become another kind of show of power. Regardless of whether there is a prisoner sacrifice ceremony or not, the northern frontier has been decided.

Feng Ling had no intention of appreciating the awe on the face of the Northern Barbarian tribe, nor did she have the intention of listening carefully to Li Shimin's words of approval, her eyes fell on Fu Yanyan's left leg, his leg was always a little strange when he walked, others may not be able to check, but she was familiar with his every move, and she was also familiar with all kinds of trauma, it was not difficult to see that there was a wound on his leg.

The dark cloth hid the bloodstains, and the wind spirit was not close to him, and it was impossible to see where he was injured when he looked left and right. After a while, the people around them began to slowly retreat, scattering separately. The wind spirit didn't stay long, so he had to leave with the crowd, but he couldn't help but look back frequently.

Vaguely seeing someone come forward to answer the delay, he did not follow the holy car back to the palace to reply, but turned back out of the city, to the big army camp tent, it can be seen that he was really injured, and he urgently needed to go back to the camp to heal the injury.

Before Li Shimin returned to the main hall of the palace, Feng Ling had already rushed back to the small courtyard where she lived, cleaned her face and changed her clothes, put on some plain powder to cover the tiredness of not sleeping all night, and took the time to make tea soup and Zhu Mo in the palace.

After lunch, Li Shimin was resting in the hall, and the wind spirit had to be evacuated and evacuated, and the courtyard gate of the main hall of the palace was seen from a distance. Looking at the way he was sitting, the Wind Spirit immediately concluded that he had injured his left knee.

She panicked, General Lang, who led the troops to fight, injured his knee, which meant that he could no longer get on the horse, which was the case with Ding Si'er of the Shazhou Military Mansion that day. Her steps grew faster and faster, almost at a trot.

The inner supervisor who carried the chariot was supposed to avoid her, but the wind spirit put himself in front of the chariot, bowed dignifiedly, endured the excitement in his voice, and said slowly: "The wind spirit has seen Captain Yandu, and Captain He Yan has won the flag." ”

The inner supervisor had no choice but to put down his steps and stand aside.

Fu Yanyan straightened his body and replied: "Gu Niangzi also asks for a salute, this is within the original part." ”

After a few breaths, he didn't hear her movement, looked up, but saw her staring directly at his injured leg and knee, and after a pause, he suddenly asked, "How is the knee injury?" Hindered? ”

She suddenly threw away the honorific and came out of nowhere, and two of the four inner prisoners beside her glanced up at her in confusion, and the wind spirit was so preoccupied with the prolonged knee injury that he forgot for a moment that there was still someone in front of him, and even the concern was clearly written on his face.

"Lao Gu Niangzi remembers." Fu Yanyan hugged her hand on the chariot: "It didn't hurt on the knee, it deviated by an inch, only the flesh on the leg." ”

He tried his best to understate, how could the wind spirit believe that it was as hard as he was, and that he wanted to use a chariot to carry the face of the saint, even if it really only hurt the flesh, it must be the skin and flesh open.

Seeing that she still didn't believe it, she said again: "Hu Lu is not finished, the four seas are not peaceful, how dare you hurt your knee bone at will and not ride and shoot." ”

Hearing this, Feng Lingfang nodded in disbelief, and swept the four inner eunuchs who were carrying the chariot in a blink of an eye: "The saint didn't get up from the lunch break, and the eunuch carried Yanduwei, and followed me to the ear room of the main hall to sit down slightly, eat tea, and wait for the saint to wake up and have a good audience." ”

The inner eunuch knew that she was a woman who served ink beside the saint, so he lifted his chariot and sent the whisk to the ear room of the main hall to cook tea and prepare tea fruits, which was regarded as handing over this errand.

The wind spirit sent away the palace people who were cooking tea, closed the door of the house, and when he turned around again, his eyes were already full of water. Fu Tanyan sat on the low couch and looked at her, but smiled slightly: "Outsiders think that you are smart and strong, how do you know that you are also a crying person, how can you cry if you are so dignified." ”

The wind spirit strode towards him, but before he could pull up his skirt, he accidentally tripped over his skirt and almost fell to his knees. She didn't bother to get up, so she sat down on the ground and went to examine the wound on his knee. It wasn't until he saw that the wound had narrowly grazed the kneecap, and only the flesh of the leg had been pierced, that he burst into tears and laughed, and there was still a teardrop on his cheek when he looked up.

Fu Yan stretched out his hand to wipe away the remaining tears on her cheeks, but the palm of his hand refused to leave her face: "You see, the Bodhisattva is really willing to protect me, and it must be you who pray sincerely, and I will return safely." ”

"That's safe, too." Feng Ling sniffed, "What I pleaded for, it's clear that the swords, guns, swords, and halberds are going to go around you, but I still came back with such a deep injury." ”

"There are still some of the Kangjia centipede medicinal wine that I used in Mohe Yanqi last time, which is a hundred times better than the Chinese herbal medicine in the army, and I will send it to you quietly tonight." The wind spirit gently gestured at his wound, and it was painful to look at it horizontally and vertically.

The two were talking, and suddenly heard several greetings outside, and listened carefully, and the people in the Inner Prison Palace said that "Captain Bai is well".

"Bai Yong, the captain of the Xuanjia Battalion, did not come to Lingzhou with the army because the sage was sent by another sage, why is he here at this time?" Fu Yan said suspiciously.

In a moment, an inner supervisor came to knock on the door, and announced outside that he had entered the temple to face the saint.