Ling Qingyun maintained the difficult posture of holding the reins in one hand and driving the horse with the other hand, and finally walked to the entrance of the barracks:

"Who's coming?"

"I am the daughter of General Ling, and behind me is His Royal Highness King Jing, we are being hunted down, can we take refuge here?"

"No! Get out of here! ”

"I ......"

"No trespass without a general's order!"

"However, His Royal Highness King Jing ......"

"Does the girl have a token? If you don't have one, please leave quickly! ”

Ling Qingyun was a little anxious at this time, although she didn't control everything in the past, it was impossible to even make such a low-level mistake, it seems that after being reborn, she is low-key, and her IQ has also dropped a notch, which is really comfortable!

It would be useless to say more now, Ling Qingyun was already ready to turn the horse's head and think of another way, besides, King Jing was still in a coma behind her for some reason, and if she couldn't do it, she could only spend it until dawn.

"What are you doing all the noise? You...... Hey, this girl is very familiar, you, you are Miss Ling! A man in iron armor walked by.

"It turned out to be Vice General Cheng, the little girl was in distress this time, and I asked Vice General Cheng to help me, and the little girl was grateful." Ling Qingyun straddled the horse, her posture was very weird, she looked quite embarrassed, but she was still very calm, and Cheng Yi's eyes flashed with appreciation.

Cheng Yi smiled happily: "Miss Ling is the general's daughter, if it weren't for the general's repeated help on the battlefield, Cheng Mou would definitely not be able to save this life, the general's business is Cheng's business, Miss Ling, please come in, don't let me go!" ”

The little soldier guarding the door hurriedly let him go, looking at Ling Qingyun with admiration, she is worthy of being the daughter of the god of war, she is not bad! Didn't come to King Jing and fell, is she okay?

With the help of Cheng Yi, Ling Qingyun first let King Jing resist Cheng Yi, turned over and dismounted, at this time Ling Qingyun's eyes were stunned, and he looked at a feather arrow on King Jing's left shoulder, the blood was still dripping, looking at the bloody wound, Ling Qingyun was confused for the first time.

On the battlefield, the comrades-in-arms sacrificed their lives to protect each other because they were comrades-in-arms, and Shui Se protected each other several times because they were master and servants, but King Jing ......

If he had avoided it a little earlier, he wouldn't have hurt it, but looking at the location of the wound, if he had avoided it, the arrow would have been right on her head! Thinking of this, Ling Qingyun's mood was a little complicated. When I saw him for the first time, he was holding an iceberg style, except for the last sentence that could be regarded as a disturbance in the whole celebration banquet, as if he could not tolerate the world, his expression was indifferent and indifferent looking at everything, he was obviously not the kind of person who cared about people, but this time he would ...... Forget it, I can't think about it anymore, Ling Qingyun said calmly: "Vice General Cheng, can you find a place to settle down, King Jing...... By the way, please borrow a military doctor. ”

Cheng Yi didn't say much, and completely relied on his words. Carefully sent King Jing to his tent, rushed out of the tent all the time, walked to the tent where the military doctor was resting, and ran away. The frail military doctor in the back was out of breath and almost out of breath.

At this time, Ling Qingyun put King Jing face down, but King Jing was in a coma and was restless, and he always wanted to turn over and lie down. Ling Qingyun couldn't, the quilt was blocked by his side, and he held down the restless King Jing, looking at the childish King Jing who seemed to be muttering something in his mouth, Ling Qingyun was speechless for a moment. What about the face-to-face paralysis of the iceberg? Said to be noble and cold, what about the flower of kaolin?

As soon as the military doctor entered the tent, he saw a very motherly love (?). Ling Qingyun comforted the man on the bed, seeing that the momentum of the two was really good, the military doctor did not dare to drag it out in his heart, and walked forward to check the injury with anxiety. Dipping the blood on the arrow and putting it in his mouth, he said after a while: "This is just a drug, if it is stained, you will be unconscious, it's not a big deal, it's just that this kind of drug has a strong effect, and the villain was a little interested in it, so he made an antidote." ”

Ling Qingyun raised her eyebrows, it seems that there are also masters in the army, yes, so that Daddy is like having an extra life talisman when he fights. Although she thought so, Ling Qingyun couldn't help frowning when she saw the bleeding wound: "I don't know if this arrow has a way?" ”

"This ...... Forgive the villain's shallow skills, this arrow is not an ordinary arrow, there is a barb on it, you can't rush to the arrow, this, the villain doesn't dare. ”

"What then?"

"For the sake of today, let's hire a doctor. Miss Ling, this, King Jing's safety is very important. Cheng Yi said.

Ling Qingyun looked at the wound that was still bleeding, gritted her teeth and said, "Take the spirits, this arrow, Miss Ben will take it!" ”

"Miss Ling, no! Listening to Ben Jiang's words, King Jing can't be damaged, let alone in the hands of Miss. Cheng Yi persuaded hard.

Ling Qingyun's eyes were Ling, and the iron-blooded momentum in the army rushed to his face,

"Needless to say! If King Jing doesn't take the arrow again, he will die. ”

Cheng Yi couldn't, so he followed Ling Qingyun's instructions and brought a jar of spirits. Ling Qingyun touched the side of his boot, and there was an extra dagger in his hand. This is still a birthday gift from her father when she was ten years old.

The blade that was as thin as a cicada's wings was opened on the oil lamp and roasted back to turn red, and then it was soaked in the spirits, pulled out, and quickly cut through King Jing's clothes.

Ling Qingyun pursed her lips, her expression gradually became serious, isn't it just an arrow, when the bullet is taken.