"Will you come with me?" The pheasant slave pulled Liu Yu helplessly, and tears slipped down one by one and hit his sleeve.

"Do you still remember, that time there was a rebellion in Jiankang City, you and I went back to the city separately, and you took the nearest route, but you still fell behind me?" Liu Yu kept wiping it for her and said softly in his ear.

"Hmm."

"Afterwards, you asked me, I didn't tell you, now I can say, in fact, I will escape from heaven, no matter where I am." Hearing his words, the pheasant slave's eyes widened, and a pair of teary eyes were rounded by her, and Liu Yu realized that her pupils were light brown.

"I don't believe it, you lied to me." The pheasant slave shook her head, cold tears scattered, Liu Yu grabbed her shoulder armor, and her eyes were relatively close.

"I can't, I can't do it" The pheasant slave shook her head more than once, Liu Yu hugged her head and leaned on her arms, because she was wearing armor, and there was only the cold touch of metal on her hands.

"Brother Yu, I want to die with you."

"I understand, but pheasant slave, I want to live with you." Liu Yu gently patted the huge helmet and let her tears wet the placket.

"Do you know, I watched your sister die tragically that day, if I let me see you like that again today, I will always live in a nightmare, maybe I will never wake up, Sister Pheasant, promise me okay, I believe that this will be the time."

Maybe thinking of the situation that day, the pheasant slave raised his head from his arms, teary eyes, like a layer of fog, there was no time to linger, Yang Lei and others downstairs were ready, Liu Yu let her go, and finally helped her straighten out her slightly big clothes.

"Brother Yu, I promise you to help you watch Mrs. Jing, if you have no news within three months." She bit her lower lip with red eyes, and said resolutely: "I, the golden pheasant slave, swear to the sky that I will pull you back even if I chase you to the underworld." ”

The girl turned around and ran downstairs, and the sound of iron pieces hitting each other sounded along the way, Liu Yu shook his head helplessly, if he didn't show up within three months, the one in front of him in the same family would end his life without hesitation, it was too disrespectful to dà nature, this custom of the ancients really had to be changed, otherwise the pressure on people would be too great.

"Your Highness, you can't wait any longer."

Seeing that the time passed little by little, there was still no movement in the closed courtyard gate, and the leader of the thousand households gradually became a little impatient, among all the chief officials here, he was the most responsible, in case the result was not ideal, the Great Khan would blame the crown prince? Or is it Shangshu head? Thinking about it, he had to come forward and ask.

Zhenjin didn't know that he couldn't solve the problem if he delayed it, and he didn't even hear from Lu Shimeng after he entered, but he was afraid that he had been cut off by someone, hearing the words of Han Jun Qianhu, and glanced at Lian Xixian, who also shook his head, and he Gao Ju immediately waved his hand to signal them to act arbitrarily.

"Listen to everything, prepare separately, listen to a certain order" Before the order was finished, the closed courtyard door suddenly "squeaked" and was beaten, and the Han army outside the door suddenly became nervous, holding a blade and staring in that direction.

The first person who came out was Yang Lei, a big man with a height of nearly one meter nine who stood out even in the north, seeing him walk out straight out like this, the Han army in front of him subconsciously clenched his spear to make a defensive gesture, and the front of him also retreated step by step, making a short gap for him in front of the door, and the Qianhu who led the army first looked at each other with sharp eyes, and then slowly relaxed, because the man not only did not wear a helmet, but also put his hands on his head empty, but he was born with a good appearance, but unfortunately there were no eggs, It just fell.

Not only did he not figure it out, but the real gold and others in the rear were also extremely surprised, could it be that Lu Shimeng really had a three-inch tongue? Fang Cai also wanted to fight hard, Zhenjin looked up at the second floor of the courtyard, Liu Yu was wearing a white middle coat on the railing, and he also raised his hands to signal to him, strange that the Great Khan looked down on the Nanren, but it was a pity that he was generous to death before, but it was a pity that the woman who was as bright and moving as the fire He was suddenly very strange, and he would actually use the word "pity".

"Since you are surrendering, why not take off your armor!" The Han army broke off with a shout, and the knife in his hand was put back into the sheath, and behind the leader of the big man, a long line of Song mermaids came out, but they were all fully dressed, only with their hands on their heads, making the same gesture as the former.

No matter what the other party is, as long as he is taken down, what does it matter if he wears armor or not, Qianhu drank and did not respond, but when they were still angry, they ordered people to step forward and take ropes to prepare to tie people, and he was able to complete the errand so easily, his mood was naturally excellent, even his subordinates were the same, the defensive posture had been lifted, and the surrounding Han army sergeants looked at these Song people with a relaxed expression as usual, as if they were patrolling the streets.

Yang Lei's demeanor is also very relaxed, if you get closer, you can also find that he has a smile on his face, and his steps are unhurried towards the Han army Qianhu who commands the halberd, as if he has seen a friend who has not seen him for many years, and the two sergeants who came up with ropes were just about to make a move, and the one behind was shocked by what he saw in front of him, a long knife hung straight behind the Song people, hanging from the brain to the hem of Jia Ju, he couldn't imagine how powerful it would be in the hands of this big man.

Soon he knew that Yang Lei, who was stepping, squatting, drawing his knife, and holding the hilt of the knife with both hands, completed these actions in one go, the streamer flashed, and the two sergeants beside him turned into two half-cut corpses without even making a call. Yang Lei squatted without stopping, rushed forward, the long knife pierced through the body of a sergeant in front of him, and vigorously pushed the foot soldier who had not yet swallowed his breath to retreat, the person's body almost rose into the air, and involuntarily crashed into his main general, the moment the blade reached the abdomen, the hand of the Han army Qianhu had just reached the handle, and he didn't even have time to pull out the war knife.

"Sons, kill the enemy with so-and-so!" Yang Lei's face was splashed with blood, looking extremely hideous, he stepped on the two corpses strung together, pulled out his long knife, and rushed towards the oblique stab with a loud shout.

"Wan Sheng!"

There were only eleven people behind him, but the momentum was like a thousand troops, and the red-clothed, red-armored, red-tasseled Great Song Dianzhi did not hesitate to rush towards the enemy who was a hundred times their size, and forcibly dotted a few bright flowers in the black and white sea.

"Shoot the arrows and stop them!"

The Han army, which had lost its command, was defeated and retreated, and Lian Xixian had to temporarily assume the role of commander, and with his order, the foot soldiers who had come back to their senses surrounded them from all sides, looking at the direction of their assault, towards the other end of the street, countless sergeants and hedgehogs gathered in front to block the impact of the Song people.

Yang Lei's people are entangled with the Han army, which is a great test for archers, and the figure that is moving at any time is difficult to aim, once lost, the one who is hit by the arrow is likely to be his brother, in this case, in addition to the excellent archers with psychological elements, where do ordinary people have this ability.

Zhenjin was a little puzzled, did they really think that they could kill it with bravery? In addition to the Han army, there are also Mongolian cavalry brought by themselves, they have not stepped forward to participate in the battle at this moment, but they are on guard with riding bows in hand, so that they can support them at any time, and he is most interested in that woman, when will she appear, do you want to run away with that Hanchen?

In the courtyard of the post house, the pheasant slave sat on a horse, the big gun was placed horizontally in the saddle in front of him, but his eyes were on Liu Yu on the second floor, the tears had already dried up, replaced by a deep reluctance, she wanted to keep this moment in her heart, maybe the next moment was goodbye!

Liu Yu knew that she was looking at herself, but she had no way to respond, he stared intently at the shape on the battlefield, waiting for the best time, the moment his hands were put down, that is, when the girl downstairs launched, it was more than ten lives in exchange, and there was no room for any mistakes.

Looking down from above, Yang Lei and the others are assaulting in a strange direction, from Dali it is the other side when the pheasant slave rushes over, and from Xiaoli it is diagonally across the street, seeing that the Han army is blocking the front, he still doesn't understand where Yang Lei wants to attract the enemy as much as possible to reduce the obstacle for the pheasant slave's breakthrough.

Such a dense crowd, and it's not a movie, the protagonist can penetrate a lot of people with a qigong wave, Yang Lei's body has already hung a few colors, fortunately, his armor is better than ordinary halls, as long as he avoids the stabbing of the spear, it is difficult for the general knife to break through the armor and enter the ground.

Seeing that he was about to reach the opposite side, Yang Lei swept back the enemy in front of him with a sword, turned sideways for half a circle, glanced at the figure who was surrounded by the cavalry, avoided a spear that came to his chest, and an elbow hit the face of the foot soldier holding the spear, and his footsteps did not stop passing through the gap behind him, inserting into the unaware enemy brigade.

Yang Lei changed his style of play, from the previous big opening and closing momentum, suddenly became light and agile, the long knife is like a poisonous snake spitting letters, and he is out of the flesh, he now wants to save every part, in order to threaten his real target as much as possible.

"Marquis Yu, Lao Tzu has killed enough, go first, dog Tartar." There was no sound after a muffled grunt.

There is no need to look back, he also knows who has fallen, the fist wind smashed into the abdomen of a foot soldier with grief, stepped forward again with his fallen body, and pulled out the long knife inserted in the ribs of another person, Yang Lei silently calculated the distance in his heart, and before he knew it, he was close to the rear of the Han army tide, and a Yuan soldier riding a horse and shouting appeared in front of him.

It's time! Yang Lei suddenly burst up, the long knife was fiercely raised, and a sergeant who was stabbed on it flew up, accompanied by a long miserable howl, smashed into the horse rider in front, and then strode out, the long knife swept around, and rushed forward with this momentum, regardless of the wind behind his head, "bang" to cut on his back armor, vigorously pushed him to stumble, and when he lowered his head, he happened to flash another burst of knife light.

Yang Lei didn't look ahead, squatted down again and rushed up, one hit sideways, and hit the sergeant who was blocking the road, when the long knife cut off his head, the eyes were already clear, the official on horseback was smashed to the ground by him, a group of foot soldiers ran forward to snatch him out, the Mongolian who was surrounded by cavalry had a little horror in his eyes, and the two cavalrymen rushed up to him regardless of the foot soldiers!

"Don't worry about the official, it's important to protect the prince!" was smashed off the horse by the body that suddenly flew in, Lian Xixian didn't care about the pain on his body, and shouted loudly, he had already seen the intention of the comer, and people didn't care about their life and death at all, but went to the prince.

"Hmm." Yang Lei snorted, a feather arrow was inserted in his breastplate, the other party was obviously in a hurry, and shot in his direction, most of them were stopped by him with a knife, but there were still fish that slipped through the net, and the only benefit was that the surrounding Han army was also affected, and the screams were endless, which greatly reduced his pressure.

Breaking arrows, falling to the ground, rolling, Yang Lei's tall body suddenly disappeared, he did this in addition to avoiding the opponent's horses' hooves, but also to make those feather arrows lose their target at once, these Mongols' riding and archery skills are too strong, there are not many people, and the arrows shot are urgent and accurate, he has to take a risk.

Just when the cavalry who rushed over was stunned, suddenly the horse under the crotch screamed, and then the man and the horse sank suddenly, and the Mongolian cavalry who rushed to the head was caught off guard, and before he could stand up, he cut off his head with a sword, and the other person was holding the rope to avoid him, and behind the headless corpse, a long knife quietly came, tore the light armor under his ribs, and pulled it out with agitation. Yang Lei leaned over, blocking the sight of those people in front of him with his people, and there was an unconcealable joy in his heart, he was only one or two people away from the target.

"It's the pheasant slave's turn." At the moment when Yang Lei broke out of the formation, Liu Yu understood that the time had come, retracted his eyes and looked at the girl in the courtyard, his hands slowly fell, he knew that his expression was also reluctant at this moment.

The pheasant slave looked at the change of his gestures, picked up the big gun horizontally, the moment his eyes separated, the corners of his mouth were lightly raised, his eyes flowed, and his eyebrows flickered, showing him the most beautiful side of the fifteen-year-old girl, the smile like a flower was fleeting, and the moment she faced the door, her face was as calm as water.

There was no distance to sprint slowly, the pheasant slave slammed the horse's belly, the crimson big horse rushed forward, the speed increased in an instant, and the Han army foot soldiers who were blocking the door rushed over, the big gun was deployed in his hand, covering the body while directly taking the enemy's vital point, looking at the past from Liu Yu's point of view, he only felt that there was a red shadow in the golden light, and everywhere he went, he was invincible, and the pheasant slave had rushed onto the long street!

A rapid sound of breaking the sky came in an instant, the pheasant slave instinctively tilted his head, and the carved wolf tooth armor-piercing cone that was supposed to pass through the door of the head smashed on the top of the thick helmet, she almost couldn't sit still, and the big gun in her hand couldn't help but slow down, and Liu Yu's heart was tight.

"Death!" Yang Lei shouted, his body rose into the air, and pounced on the Mongolian who had just shot arrows, he could see that this person was a good hand, if he didn't entangle him, it would be difficult for the pheasant slave to rush through this section, so even if he was exposed, he couldn't take care of it.

When the Mongol cavalry heard his loud shouting, they threw their bows and swords, and immediately received his blow, and the Song man, who was so large that he was not only shocked to his arm, but even the horses under his crotch could not be strained and retreated to the rear. After reining in the rope, the Mongol jumped off his horse, shook his somewhat numb arm, took a swarthy iron bone from his horse, took it in his hand twice, and looked at his opponent defiantly.

The pheasant slave, who had a chance to breathe, bit her lower lip fiercely with her teeth, until the blood seeped out, the pain diluted the dizziness in her mind, and she rode and rushed, the big gun flew up and down, and the howl of the foot soldier split the human waves, the red tassels were like snow, and the beauty was like jade, and it was so amazing in the eyes of real gold, she was so fascinated that she almost forgot about the life-and-death struggle that was going on a few steps in front of her!

"Roar!" Yang Lei and the Mongolian almost at the same time shouted and pounced on each other, the Mongolian iron bones smashed down obliquely, but his long knife was stabbed straight out, Yang Lei knew that the battle had reached this point, his body was almost exhausted, and he had no intention of fighting with him at all, the goal not far away was almost within reach, and he might leave if he delayed for a moment, he had only one plan from the moment he started, and he had to quickly solve him if he was hit hard.

So, in the slightly stunned eyes of the opponent, the bodies of the two slammed into each other, Yang Lei's long knife pierced his chest, and his iron bones smashed heavily on the opponent's back. Yang Lei pushed him away with a cruel smile, the blood from the corner of his mouth kept overflowing, and he was already a little unsteady under his feet, still shaking to take the iron bone from the hands of the Mongols, and with the last strength, he pressed towards the target step by step.

"Boom!" A scimitar slashed down from above, and he raised the iron bone to block it casually, shaking him to the point where he was bleeding but clung to it, staggering and moving, with only the only figure in his eyes.

"Bell!" The blade came again and again, he did not avoid it, and let it slash at the junction of the shoulders, the tiger head on the shoulder armor was vigorously slashed, and fell down along with the nail leaves, he didn't care to stride forward, only a horse away from the figure.

"Huh!" This time the knife wind came from behind, straight to the neck without covering, he didn't even shake his head, he actually stretched out his arm to shake the steel knife, and the broken arm flew up before the huge pain hit, Yang Lei lowered his head and got up again, and threw the iron bone out with a raised hand, and the huge body like a mountain fell on his back, his eyes were still open.

Zhenjin looked at this Song man who was almost rushing to him with complicated eyes, and he didn't even care that a black shadow that came at the head was blocked by the guard's cowardly Xue pulling out his sword, he knew that he was in danger, but he was sure that person couldn't rush over, Rao was so, the tragic battle still made him frightened!

"Ask him what his name is?" At this moment, there was only one strange thought in Zhenjin's mind, and although the guards were puzzled, no one questioned his command.

"Vulnabarbarian, my lord asks you, what is your name?" The unfamiliar Chinese dialect was mixed with a Mongolian accent, which made Yang Lei's consciousness a little more restored.

"Listen to your grandfather's surname Yang Minglei, the Marquis of Yu in front of the official Great Song Palace, and the seventh grandson of Wang, after the old Linggong."

Zhenjin was puzzled when he heard it, he knew this official position, but his family background was not clear, and he frowned and personally stepped forward to ask one more question.

"Which Linggong?"

"The two wolf mountains are fighting, Hu'er is shaking, the sky is shaking!" Yang Lei closed his eyes, but his mouth did not stop.

"Good kill! Alas! Belligerent too!

Desperately fighting against Fannu, my Yang family is loyal to the Song master.

One by one, for the country, they do not avoid good luck, and the golden sand beach only kills the stars and the moon is cold.

The blood was a river and the corpses were piled up in the mountains, and Yang Dalang died before the banquet for King Song.

Yang Erlang drew his sword and was loyal to the country, and Yang Sanlang was trampled by a horse and his body was incomplete.

The whereabouts of Shihachilang's two sons are unknown, and Yang Wulang cut his hair and went to recite the Buddha.

Yang Qilang went to move troops in front of Yanmen, and Yang Liulang was very brave when he left him alone.

Carrying a silver spear across the battlefield and making meritorious contributions, the eight sons of my Yang family are like wolves and tigers to block and kill in the west

The battle between the north and the south, in front of the two armies, in the army of 10,000 horses, do not hesitate to die! ”

Hoarseness was exhausted, and gradually fell silent, a song of Qin roared out of the mouth of Yang Lei, who had no Shaanxi sound, and there was another kind of pathos, the real gold changed color, but I didn't expect this person to be the legendary Yang family.

"Men are as dead as iron, watching to try their hands and mend the cracks in the sky." Liu Yu had already burst into tears, and he muttered this sentence in his mouth, forgetting who wrote it and where he saw it.

Suppressing the pain in his heart, he struggled to control his trembling hands, and slowly adjusted the camera angle of his phone to record the last of these good men's voices and smiles, which he believed were far more shocking than any flowery words.

The voice of the pheasant slave can no longer be heard, long before Yang Lei made a fight to the death, she rushed out of the encirclement of the Han army's foot soldiers, in front of her was a long street of Pingchuan, it was the section when she came before, without any hesitation, the pheasant slave rushed forward, as fast as lightning, and threw the sparse chasing feather arrows behind him.

In a few breaths, the street entrance is already in sight, as long as you step over, you can get the support of Liu Yu's subordinates, the more this is the case, the more vigilant the pheasant slave is, because this is the capital, the core of the Tartar.

When the dense arrow rain hit, the pheasant slave's big gun has danced into a ball, but there are constantly arrows leaking over, in desperation, she can only take care of the horse and then the people, these arrows are shot from the front, from the faint figure, but only a few people, but this arrow rain is so dense that it is like hundreds of thousands of people sent out together, and the accuracy of the force is frightening.

"Hmm!" The pheasant slave snorted in pain, she knew that the arrow on her shoulder had broken through the armor, endured the pain and broke the exposed one, and looked down at the blood that flowed out, it was still bright red color, fortunately it was not poisoned, so she was slightly relieved.

At the entrance of the alley, there were six men and six horsemen, it was the remaining cavalry of the previous ten-man team, and after shooting a round of feather arrows at a rapid pace, the six men threw down their riding bows and drew their weapons, scimitars, spears, iron bones, and even axes, and rushed forward with a roar to stop this

Fight! The pheasant slave gritted her silver teeth and vigorously clamped the horse's belly, and the war horse seemed to understand her intentions, let out a low roar of gasps, and the sound of hooves was like thunder, and galloped forward.

The first thing that came to them was two scimitars, one up and down, and at such a speed there was no need to use force, just flat lifting could cut people into two pieces with speed, and the faces of the Mongols were getting closer and closer, and the pheasant slaves could even see the cruel smiles on their faces. The two horses were staggered, and it was not the pheasant slave who was the enemy who closed his eyes, but Liu Yu, who turned the camera to focus on her, and after a while, no sound came.

It turned out that in an urgent moment, the pheasant slave put away the gun and twisted his waist, pressed the horse's head, relying on good flexibility, his body was almost bent into a snake, and the armor on his body was squeezed by her so vigorously that he "chirped" and almost thought it would fall apart, his cheeks were almost smooth against the knife, and life and death were in the millimeter.

The two Mongol cavalrymen of the second group, each with a hammer and an axe, swept at once, leaving no room for her to dodge. The pheasant slave chose the tartar that he had chopped off in the head, the spear was longer than his arm, pointing straight at his chest and abdomen, forcing him to return to the axe to protect himself, while she herself leaned back straight, and the general avoided the sweep of the iron bones, and the strong wind blew so that his eyes hurt, and you can imagine how fierce it was.

As soon as she sat up, the two spears staggered, this was the last enemy, she no longer spared no effort, the big spear swept out, just when the Tartar on the right closed down and wanted to dodge, the spear turned, from a sweep to a straight stab. The pear blossom was three, and three bloody holes appeared out of thin air on him, and the man covered it with his hand in disbelief, and did not fall down until the wrong horse passed.

At the wrong time, another spear slid through the armor leaf under her side, and the pheasant slave, who had just withdrawn the big gun, turned back and fired back without stopping, and the end of the spear hit the opponent's back armor hard, although it did not penetrate the armor, but it also beat the person to the mouth and spat blood on the horse.

"Stop him!"

The pheasant slave had done her best, and this impact had hardly wasted any time, however, when she reached the mouth of the alley, the Tartar brigade rushing from the front and from another blocked the exits, and only a small alley on the right hand side remained, and she saw a figure waving at her, and without hesitation, she turned her horse in.

"Sister Pheasant, come with me."

A beggar holding a microphone grabbed her horse's head and took it inside, but without looking back, the pheasant slave could also hear the sound of the horse's hooves approaching the pursuers behind, and before she could ask, two men dressed as Han soldiers came out of the alley, led by a crossbow, looking at her with a smile.

"Marquis Yu has been martyred, now it's our brother's turn, this life was saved by the command, there is finally a chance to return it to him, Sister Pheasant, let's go, don't stop, go straight out of the city."

The old dog urged nonchalantly, and let the two of them pass, and the brother who had come with him stepped forward to block the alley, facing the tartars who rushed up like a tide. The pheasant slave did not see any fear in his eyes, and the local appearance of Jiao'er Lang was like molesting a good woman on the street, rather than going to the brink of death.

Her voice choked in her throat and didn't come out, a sentence of "Brother Dog" owed him a full ten years, different from Yang Lei, the former was more like a servant of the Jin family, the old dog didn't need any reason to do this for her, but why was she at ease? The pheasant slave didn't dare to look back at the situation behind her, she was afraid that she couldn't help it and wouldn't leave, and with so many instructions on her body, her life was no longer her own.

Liu Yu watched in a daze as the pheasant slave disappeared into the distance, the news that the microphone was in place, and there was the sound of fighting outside the courtyard, he knew that these brothers were holding on because he didn't leave, and the Tartar didn't attack, but he was afraid that what he had left was the idea of capturing him alive and playing slowly, how could he let them get their wish.

Recording the last shot, Liu Yu put away his mobile phone, resolutely returned and walked into his room, and the moment he closed the door, he even saw Lian Xixian's confused expression.

"It's not good, he's going to kill himself!"

As if to confirm Lian Hee-hyun's conjecture, a puff of smoke rose from the room, followed by a visible fire. Zhenjin and the others looked at this qiē in amazement, and even forgot to give the order to extinguish the fire and save people, and everyone who was still fighting stopped in unison and turned their heads to look at the side.

"Brothers, I've killed enough, Zhongshu Yuhou has already left, what are we going to do with it?"

The two back-to-back halls looked at each other and smiled, and without hesitation, they put the long knives with some curly blades across their necks, and then pulled them back at the same time, blood splattered and their eyes dimmed, but the two corpses snuggled up to each other and did not fall.

What the people outside didn't know was that in the thick firelight, Liu Yu closed his eyes and felt it, the scorching breath came to his face, even the pores seemed to be blocked, the air slowly became thinner, and the feeling of suffocation became stronger and stronger, until he felt dizzy, and he opened the portal in a red color.

"Nima!"

At the moment when time and space changed, Liu Yu's eyes were pierced by the dazzling white light, and he couldn't see anything, and the last sound he heard in his ears was the astringent friction of the rubber and the ground violently, and then there was a huge pain in his brain, and he didn't know anything.

In a shop in the city, he couldn't stop talking about something in Mongolian while looking at the black smoke rushing into the sky, but he knew very well in his heart that Kublai Khan would not let go of these Song people, and now he could only do something for these friends.

This is a big gift from Liu Yu to him, not only could the two sides fail to negotiate peace, but even the envoys were slaughtered, what does this mean? The war, the war that continued, the Great Song Dynasty shared at least most of the troops for the sea, how could he not be grateful to Liu Yu for what he had done.

"Rest in peace, my friend, may the Immortal Heaven bless your soul to be born in Heaven."

When he had finished praying, he took a gray bird from a row of cages in the room, rolled up a small piece of paper he had just written, put it into a small cylinder, tied it to the bird's ankle, kissed the bird's feather with his beak, and went out of the room and threw it into the air.

"Ahh

In the backyard of Liu's Mansion in Xingqing Fang, Lin'an City, Jing Niang, who was taking a nap, sat up suddenly, and the listening tide who was waiting on the side hurriedly stepped forward to help her caress her back, and her hands were full of sweat, and the whole person seemed to jump out of the water.

"The eldest lady was shocked again?"

"I don't know, I'm so bored, and I still have a faint pain, do you say it?"

Jing Niang grabbed Tingchao's hand, her eyes were full of panic, and there was a trace of longing, Tingchao sighed secretly, withdrew her hand and held her, sat down and comforted softly.

"The old man said, the dream is the opposite, it is normal for the lady to worry about her husband, but if it is too much, it is not worth hurting the body, Lang Jun didn't say it, he doesn't want to see your haggard appearance, you are getting more and more restless these days, how about waiting for him to come back?"

Xu was a little relieved when she heard these words, Jing Niang slowly calmed down, and leaned on the pillow with Tingchao's hand, and the latter gently fanned her, and then slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep.