Cheng Huan accompanied Ouyang Gurong and looked at the books silently, and the two looked at each other and smiled from time to time, their eyes were full of warmth like a spring breeze in March.

This is a rare and comfortable time since the two reunited.

Although it was cold in the north, Ouyang Gurong did his best to turn the charcoal fire in the entire house red, as cool and suitable as the turn of spring and summer in the south.

By the time the sky dawned, the sky was already covered with fiery clouds, and the dazzling red sun was gradually slanting westward, hidden behind the snow-capped mountains.

Night is about to fall, and Ouyang Gurong is about to lead his subordinates to fight again.

"Daddy, you're still wearing armor, are you going to fight later?" Sitting at the dinner table, Tianjun asked curiously.

Ouyang Gurong smiled and added his favorite dishes to Tianjun, and replied softly: "Yes, my father is going to war, you have to listen to your mother here, if you make your mother unhappy, I will clean you up when I come back." ”

"Hey, my father is so partial, what if my mother makes me unhappy?" Tianjun asked innocently.

The smile on Cheng Huan's face became thicker and thicker, and the quiet smile touched the scar on his left cheek, but there was a strange tranquility.

Children are still children, and they can always act as pistachios for their parents in the most important moments.

It's a pity that before she came to this world, she didn't have the opportunity to experience this kind of life where her parents enjoyed the joy of family.

After coming to this world, she devoted herself to cultivation again, and she never made her parents laugh for a day.

Just like Tianjun, truly saying what she thinks in her heart is probably something that she and Ouyang Gurong are most lacking.

"That's your mother disciplining you, I won't interfere." Ouyang Gurong ate by himself and replied with a smile.

Cheng Huan hasn't shown such a sincere smile for a long time, and it seems that getting along with children more really helps Cheng Huan recover the trauma in his heart.

"Hey, mother, I'm not going to upset you, am I?" Seeing that it was useless to be coquettish towards Ouyang Gurong, Tianjun turned to Cheng Huan and whispered.

The smile on the corner of Cheng Huan's mouth is getting stronger and stronger, this kind of heart is what a child should look like.

"Okay, okay, no, our Tianjun is the most well-behaved. Hurry up and eat, and I'll send my dad to the battlefield later. Cheng Huan replied softly.

Hearing Cheng Huan's reply, Tianjun was satisfied.

Wu Zi ate the food in the wooden bowl in three bites and two bites, and his small black eyes were full of satisfied smiles.

In the waiting point field, Ouyang stood majestically on the high platform.

Cheng Huan took Tianjun's little hand, hidden on the side, and watched the soldiers shout the oath before leaving.

Ouyang Gurong's departure, although he will not die for life, but it cannot be said that it is not dangerous to go straight to the base camp of the enemy army.

Through the white veil, Cheng Huan's pair of ink-splashed pupils were slightly worried.

"Mother, it's so noisy here, let's go see Uncle Qinglong." Tianjun didn't give Cheng Huan a chance to continue worrying, so he took Cheng Huan's hand and turned around and walked behind the barracks.

The worry in Fang Chenghuan's eyes fell into Tianjun's small black eyes.

He still remembered what Ouyang Gurong had entrusted him alone before leaving-take Chenghuan away from the battlefield, and don't let her have a chance to worry about the peripheral war.

Therefore, regardless of whether Cheng Huan wants to or not, with the little patron saint of Tianjun, Cheng Huan will no longer have the opportunity to be sad.

Pulling Cheng Huan through the barracks with a familiar car, Tian Junwu walked towards the barracks where Qinglong was placed in the morning.

"Uncle Qinglong, we've come to visit you." Wu pushed open the wooden door of the room, and Tianjun called out loudly, regardless of whether Qinglong woke up or not.

"Princess......" As soon as Qinglong saw someone coming, he struggled to get up.

Cheng Huan hurriedly waved his hand and motioned for Qinglong to lie down.

"Qinglong, I'm Chenghuan." Cheng Huan pulled Tianjun to sit on the edge of the bed and said with a smile.

Ouyang Gurong has not been the prince for ten years, and Chenghuan naturally can't afford the title of princess.

"Has the injury gotten better?" Cheng Huan asked again.

Hearing this, Qinglong's eyes couldn't help but darken, obviously hiding the extremely turbulent feelings in his heart.

Cheng Huan took a qiē into his eyes, and he already had seven or eight points of understanding in his heart.

It seems that this heavy blow has hurt not only Cheng Huan, but also these Dharma protectors who get along with Ouyang Gurong day and night.

For a while, Cheng Huan didn't know what to say.

"I've been looking for you for a long time, but I turned out to be hiding here." It was at this moment that a bright male voice as bright as a spring breeze jumped in.

There is no need to look back, Cheng Huan also knows who has such infinite energy.

"The white tiger has been rescued, and now Suzaku is treating him." Sitting down at the round table and taking a sip of tea, the dragon continued.

Hearing this news, Qinglong, whose eyes were gloomy, showed a surprised expression.

Cheng Huan also raised a pair of ink-splashed pupils and looked at the dragon, his eyes full of approval.

As long as people are rescued, there is still hope.

"Tianjun, you are here to talk to Uncle Qinglong, let's go and take a look." Cheng Huan stroked Tianjun's head and said.

Tianjun also nodded obediently, the white tiger could be rescued, presumably Ouyang Gurong would be a little more relieved in his heart.

In the room on the other side, Cheng Huan stood quietly in the corner and looked at the qiē in front of him.

If Qinglong's injuries were serious enough, then White Tiger's injuries were almost indescribable.

In addition to the fact that the whole person was wrapped in bloody clothes, Cheng Huan could clearly see that the tendons and tendons of the white tiger had been cut.

For an ordinary person, having their hands and feet broken is an unbearable pain.

What's more, a warrior like the White Tiger can't walk and stand from now on, wouldn't it be more vicious than killing his name with a sword.

Suzaku, dressed in bright red, was busy in front of the bed, and wisps of sweat couldn't help but ooze from the corners of his forehead.

Chenghuan's situation At this time, Ouyang Gurong and Qinglong did not witness this qiē, otherwise they were afraid that both of them would be carried away by the scene in front of them at that time, and they would return to the capital first without caring about the qiē in the northern frontier and find that person to settle this account.

After about half an hour, Suzaku stopped his hands and sat on the footstool opposite Cheng Huan.

"Suzaku, how sure are you?" Glancing at the serene white tiger on the bed, Cheng Huan's pink lips moved, and asked in secret language.

Suzaku studied under the Heavenly Doctor Yao Dengzhen, and he should be able to restore the White Tiger.

"The white tiger's injuries can probably only be saved by Mr. Yao himself." His eyes wandered to look out of the window covered in night, and Suzaku replied in a low voice after half a sound.

The night before, he repeatedly rescued the Iron Cavalry who had been injured by the ghostly aura of the ghast spirit, and he had exhausted Suzaku's mind.

Now that the bloodline around the white tiger is temporarily sealed, it has exhausted the extreme of her life's medicine.

No matter how hard she tried to heal, she couldn't help the white tiger recover with her ability.

"That'...... What about the green dragon? Although he also had a sense of proportion in his heart, Cheng Huan still wanted to get confirmation from Suzaku's mouth.

"Qinglong's internal organs were injured by the fierce sword qi, and he needed to use medicinal diet and rest for seven or five months before he could get better. But Qinglong's cultivation was ruined. Suzaku said more and more weakly.

Seeing that her two colleagues were hurt by such a severe condition, as a doctor, she was powerless to save them.

That kind of powerlessness from the heart is difficult for ordinary people to experience.

"How long can you delay the needle you just applied?" Cheng Huan continued to ask.

Suzaku turned his eyes to look at the unconscious white tiger on the bed, and replied helplessly: "At most, it's only three or two days." ”

Cheng Huan nodded slightly, and a pair of ink-splashed pupils flashed with resolute brilliance.

When the sun rises, no matter whether this war is won or not, the green dragon and the white tiger must be sent to Nanshan first.