Qi Liefeng looked at Xue Wu, with injuries on his hands to heal the soldiers, compared to Song Huaijin's complaints, this is indeed what a woman should be.

Gentle, kind, and in need of protection.

However, although Song Huaijin had a bad attitude, it was also for them, and he was just about to open his mouth to remind the soldiers to shut up, when he saw Song Huaijin smile faintly, shook his head and continued to walk out the door.

But after a few steps, his feet slipped and he tripped over a small stone, Zhao Yiheng was startled and immediately went to help, but was preempted by Qi Liefeng.

As soon as the rough edge touched her left shoulder, she felt a warm temperature slowly coming

His face changed: "Huai Jin, are you injured?!" ”

"Don't get in the way, I've got some medicine." Song Huaijin handed Qi Liefeng a bottle of gold sore medicine and said, "Yiheng and I went out to clean up the wound and put some medicine, let's rest first." ”

The soldiers were stunned for a moment, and they all looked at each other, and then an indescribable guilt came to their hearts.

Song Huaijin, the invincible woman, was with such an injury, accompanied them to eat game, fought ambushes, commanded them to win battles, and escaped from the encirclement with them.

And one by one, they were thinking about the snow dance that dragged their feet!

Shame, regret, and apology surged into the hearts of the soldiers in an instant, and many of them blushed slightly and looked at Song Huaijin embarrassedly.

Suddenly, a big man stood up and knelt down, bowed his head and said in nonsense: "Mr. Huaijin, we have no eyes, I'm sorry!" ”

There was a beginning, and the others immediately knelt down to apologize.

Seeing this good opportunity, Xue Wu stepped forward directly, and said delicately: "Oh, Huai Jin is also injured, let me bandage you." ”

Song Huaijin took two steps back, covered the wound on his body and smiled sarcastically: "No need, let you bandage me, I'm afraid I won't live." ”

When the soldiers heard this, they couldn't help but think of Xue Wu who was once the eldest prince, and almost killed the prince in the capital.

The pity just now disappeared completely, and for a while, the blood surged, and they all volunteered to throw Xue Wu out of the cave, and automatically went out of the cave, giving this place to Song Huaijin to bandage.

Seeing this, Song Huaijin didn't have to go out, so he sat down along the stone he was sitting on and instructed Zhao Yiheng to bandage his wound sentence by sentence.

"Probably... It will hurt a little. Zhao Yiheng looked at the bloody mouth, and there was a slight pain in his heart.

He suddenly felt that Song Huaijin's thin shoulders had endured too much pain that didn't belong to her—why was she arrogant and domineering, and why did she use such an arbitrary attitude to protect everyone.

It is very likely that everyone will have to rely on her, but there is no shoulder for her to rely on.

Young Master Zhao rarely figured out this kind of truth, and when he figured it out, he was extremely uncomfortable.

He reached out and grabbed the broken arrow, pulled it out with all his strength, and then the bright red blood gushed out.

Zhao Yiheng was startled, hurriedly grabbed the gauze on the side and bandaged it, and said seriously: "Does it still hurt?" ”

Song Huaijin was a little dizzy after being bandaged in a daze, trembling her pale lips and smiling: "It doesn't hurt, Yiheng is really getting more and more powerful." ”

"Hmm!" Zhao Yiheng slowly hugged her into his arms, quietly looked at her sleeping face, and was surprised to find that this woman who was decisive and powerful in killing and destroying all directions also had a very cute side.

Zhao Yiheng paused slightly, and the wasteland in his heart for many years seemed to have finally ushered in the first ray of sunshine.

He didn't have much thought about it before, but after he met Song Huaijin, he especially wanted to follow her.

He had never understood the feelings, and now he knew - he wanted to protect her!

The moonlight shone on her face little by little through the hole, white and beautiful, giving people the illusion of deep affection, and somewhere in his heart, suddenly stirred up a little ripple.

When he got up the next day, Song Huaijin had a fever, sat up in a daze, and asked the first thing: "How is the trial of the arrested assassin?" ”

Qi Liefeng had already stood aside and handed her a bowl of white porridge: "Huai Jin, this is light, the soldiers are still roasting prey outside, that guy should be a high-level, his mouth is really fucking strict, and he can't speak at all." ”

"Stupid." Song Huaijin took a sip of the white porridge and said weakly: "You eat barbecue, do you want him to watch it?" ”

What is this called?

Qi Liefeng was a little puzzled: "Mr. means to starve him for a while, and then use barbecue to lure him to tell the truth?" ”

"Stupid." Song Huaijin said: "If he doesn't say it, he will cut off one of his fingers, roast it and feed it to him, one a day, it's really not good, cut off his toes after the fingers are chopped off, do you still use me to teach you to extract confessions by torture?" Do you want me to do this as a girl? ”

After listening to these words dumbfounded, Qi Liefeng withdrew twice, and his heart was extremely desolate: "This method of coercing confessions is really not something that a woman can think of." ”

Drinking a bowl of porridge, Song Huaijin rested for a long time, but he still couldn't keep up any spirits, and then he had some hidden worries.

Are you getting lazier lately? Or is it getting worse and worse?

Just thinking about it, Qi Liefeng came in from the outside again, "Huai Jin, what should we ask in addition to the formation diagram when we forced a confession?" ”

Song Huaijin leaned on the edge of a big stone, half-squinted his eyes and said lazily: "He spoke?" ”

Qi Liefeng shook his head.

Song Huaijin was not disappointed in his eyes, and chuckled: "Then what are you anxious to ask him, he won't say it now anyway." I don't ask, but I don't know how to go into detail. ”

"Huh?" Qi Liefeng wondered: "Huai Jin, I really can't understand what you want to do anymore!" ”

Song Huaijin said: "You only need to bake his fingers, and if it goes on like this for a day or two, I don't believe that he can last for ten days or twenty days!" ”

It's so ruthless!

Qi Liefeng originally thought that Song Huaijin was ruthless when he was in the capital, but he never thought that the interrogation of the war horse he saw in Dali Temple was just a surface.

After all, he was lonely and unheard.

Qi Liefeng was once again impressed by Song Huaijin's psychological tactics, and after responding, he was ready to go out, and bumped into another soldier head-on.

The soldier looked at Qi Liefeng with an embarrassed face, then looked at Song Huaijin and said, "Sir, what should I do if that guy doesn't eat my fingers?" ”

Song Huaijin sighed and said patiently: "If you don't eat it, cut off the next one!" ”

"But there are only ten fingers, what will ...... next?"

"Can't cut turnips?" Song Huaijin said: "Treat his next finger as a radish and cut it into thin slices for me!" ”

"Yes. Mr! "Obviously, this one was also shocked.

finally sent a soldier away, and then another one came in, Song Huaijin was not happy, and he was not in a good mood: "Is this still over?" Do you want to come to me for advice? ”

"Sir-" The new little soldier trembled and said, "This is a letter from His Royal Highness Sixth to you, sent to Bailu County, and we brought it to you." ”

Letter?

Lu Jinchen... Oh no. Did His Highness write any good letters?

Song Huaijin took the letter sent by the soldier and looked at the four big characters written on the letterhead: Concubine Jin personally opened.

I guess it's not serious when you think about it.

Song Huaijin simply put away the letter and prepared to dare to do something else.

She got up slowly, took the pen and paper brought by someone on the side, and began to write the edict against the thief.

According to the tone of Qi Liefeng, he wrote a hearty scolding document in Hu language, in which he used exquisite rhetoric to denounce Qi Lieshao for conquering the grassland, poisoning the old Khan, intending to murder the prince, colluding with Lu Jinchen, voluntarily ceding the grassland territory, and abandoning thousands of grassland people.

If it weren't for the fact that Qi Liefeng and Qi Lie Shao were the same father, Song Huaijin would almost have greeted the eighteenth generation of their ancestors.

After writing it, she also admired it with self-pity, and then asked the soldiers to call Qi Liefeng over, and said triumphantly:

"Shizi, do you think I have a standard of scolding?"

Qi Liefeng read this article full of swearing, and frowned slightly: "Okay! But what are you writing this for? ”

"It's called psychological tactics!" Song Huaijin said confidently: "Now you can find a few literate people to copy these things day and night, and send them all to the Hu grassland along the north wind of this season, shake people's hearts, and prepare for the war between you and Qi Lie Shao in a few days." ”

"Well, good!" Qi Liefeng rarely plays these tricks, but Song Huaijin naturally understands the truth of this, so he quickly found a few people and began to copy.