Don't you let it go?

Mo Qingchen squinted slightly, and his gaze swept over the wind and fell on Su Yitong in his arms.

At that time, the twilight was sinking in the west, and the slanting sun was dyed for thousands of miles. A little bit of gold fell from behind Feng Feiyi, and Su Yitong's face fell. If it weren't for the excessive blood loss, the paleness on her face and the golden color were extremely incompatible, Su Yitong in this appearance was afraid that she would also be a delicate beauty? Mo Qingchen thought so.

But his gaze moved down inch by inch, falling on her blood-stained clothes.

At first glance, when he saw Su Yitong like this, Mo Qingchen's breath suddenly stagnated, and his heart seemed to suddenly crack, and he felt a colicy pain like a knife.

He hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover his chest and took a deep breath, pretending to be calm, and said lightly: "Since this is the case, then the palace will wait here for the regent." ”

With a cold snort, Feng Feiyi's eyes flashed with anger, and then as if the surging emotions had been appeased, he glanced at him carelessly, turned around with Su Yitong in his arms and disappeared in place.

Mohe stepped forward and whispered: "Childe, such a good opportunity, you ......"

"She's going to die sooner or later anyway, so why care about letting her live a few more days." Mo Qingchen waved his hand to restrain his words, and ordered: "Let people clean up here, I'll go to the city to have a look." After speaking, he flicked his robe, turned around and walked in the direction of the Luoyi City Gate.

Su Yitong lost too much blood, the wound blew without bandaging, and when Feng Feiyi just hugged her away, she was still in a coma, but at night, she began to have a high fever, and her whole body was as hot as a stove, and she still had words in her mouth, saying nonsense that Feng Feiyi couldn't understand.

Early autumn is approaching, and the weather is getting colder and colder.

The legendary regent who killed people without blinking an eye was in the middle of the night, holding the seriously injured Su Yitong, looking for people in the villages and towns around Luoyi, but he threw the drought in Luoyi out of the clouds, forgetting that Luoyi at that time, whether it was inside or outside the city, was just an empty city.

The hazy moonlight seemed to be shrouded in a thin layer of mist, and in the hazy shadows of the fog, a trace of coldness revealed from it, which made people frightened for no reason.

The rustle of fallen leaves in the night breeze is like the sudden ripples of fallen leaves in a calm lake, making this quiet night especially ghostly.

Feng Feiyi stepped on the night and hugged Su Yitong tirelessly through one village and town after another, until the dawn broke and the breathing sound of the person in his arms gradually weakened, and he seemed to suddenly realize that he was standing on the dilapidated hill with no village in front of the village and no store in the back, and his heart ached.

"Su Yitong, Su Yitong, wake up!" Xu was afraid that Su Yitong would not wake up for a while, but Feng Feiyi finally couldn't help but call out the name that he hadn't called out all night.

However, no one responded.

The man in his arms still had his eyes closed, his face burning red, and there was no sign of waking up.

"Su Yitong, don't sleep, you hold on for a while, I'll take you to the doctor......"

"Su Yitong, you are not allowed to die, you said that you would accompany me."

"Su Yitong ......"

"Su Yitong ......"

Holding Su Yitong around for a night, Feng Feiyi will also be extremely tired. But he knew that he couldn't fall, and Su Yitong was still waiting for him to find a doctor to treat her injuries, so after he identified the place he was, he carried Su Yitong in the direction of Bianzhou.

Maybe it's to make himself feel at ease, or maybe it's to let the person on his back know that he exists, so he always has to say a word to her every few steps. It seems that only then can he have peace of mind.

Bianzhou and Luoyi are 100 miles apart, but if you go down the river, you can reach Bianzhou in only half a day. It's just that now that Luoyi is dry, the Luoyi river has long dried up, and even if you walk along the river, you have to walk for at least one day.

The big river connected to Bianzhou is in the direction of Luoyi South, and if you really go from there, you need to enter Luoyi City first.

But obviously, this method will not work.

Therefore, after calming down a little, Feng Feiyi decisively chose to climb over the mountains and take the steep cliffs.

His light skills are very good, although he has not slept all night, has not eaten or drunk for a day, but for him who has been dressed in battle and fought on the battlefield, it is just a piece of cake.

After turning over two mountains in this way, when the sun set on the west mountain, Feng Feiyi finally entered the city when the gate of Bianzhou was closed.

After entering the city, Feng Feiyi hugged Su Yitong and went straight to the prefect's yamen.

At that time, Pei Ciwei, the lord of the Qincha who had been ordered to stay in Bianzhou, was discussing important matters with Yu Wushuang, who is now famous in Bianzhou City and is loved by the people, in the living room of the prefect's yamen, and suddenly saw the official hurriedly come to report that someone had broken into the prefect's yamen.

Pei Ci was worried, his face changed, he glanced at Yu Wushuang, and wondered: "It's so late, who will come to break into the mansion?" ”

Since Su Yitong handed over the reconstruction of Bianzhou City and the operation of shops to him and Yu Wushuang, the situation in Bianzhou City has been getting better day by day.

And in such a grand situation, he really couldn't figure out who would be so short-sighted?

Just as he was contemplating his eyebrows and thinking, Pei Ci worriedly caught a glimpse of a black shadow breaking in from outside.

"Quick, go find the doctor."

The voice of the visitor was eager, and the footsteps were vain, as if he had walked a long way to get here, and as soon as he entered, his body shook backwards.

The lights in the house were dim, and it was not very real.

At first glance, when they saw a man in tattered clothes, covered in dirt, with his hair sticking together, looking like a madman, he was startled by Pei Ciwei and Yu Wushuang.

The two of you, you look at me, I look at you, stunned for a moment, a little confused.

As far back as they can remember, it was as if they had never dealt with such a person.

After thinking about it, Pei Ci hurriedly glanced at Yu Wushuang, Yu Wushuang understood, and while the people were looking around for a soft couch in the house, he hurriedly moved out little by little.

"Where's the soft couch?" Feng Feiyi hugged Su Yitong around the room, and suddenly shouted: "Pei Ciwei, where is the soft couch here?" ”

Does he recognize me? Pei Ci was stunned for a moment, and looked blankly at Yu Wushuang, who had just walked to the door and walked back again, with a confused expression.

In the flickering candle flame, the pungent smell of blood and the strong smell of sweat blended together, and gradually spread in the air. Yu Wushuang was born with a keen sense of smell, and he smelled this strange smell as soon as it appeared.

After staring at the visitor suspiciously, Yu Wushuang whispered: "Master Pei, this person called your name just now, could he be a lost relative of your family?" ”

"Don't talk nonsense." Pei Ci said in a low voice: "There are no lost relatives wandering outside this palace. "And, listening to the tone of the person just now, it's obvious that he is very familiar with this place.

Familiar?!

Almost at the same time, Pei Ciwu and Yu Wushuang thought of Feng Feiyi and Su Yitong, who had been away for almost a month. They didn't say much when they left, so they didn't think about them when they first broke in.

But now that I look at it so closely, the man's faceless face is really somewhat similar to the regent Feng Feiyi.

So, Pei Ciwu hurriedly asked tentatively towards the visitor: "May I ask Your Excellency, is it His Royal Highness the Regent?" ”

Hearing his question, Feng Feiyi paused, hugged Su Yitong and turned to face him, and said coldly: "Why, I haven't seen you in January, Master Pei doesn't even recognize this king?" ”

Yesterday, just after a bloody battle, Su Yitong, who was seriously injured, went around looking for medical treatment, so Feng Feiyi didn't know how embarrassed he was at the moment.

"It's not...... No. Pei Ciwu hurriedly explained: "Weichen just saw that His Royal Highness the Prince Regent's face was covered, and thought it was the people who came to make trouble, so he ......."

"Don't talk nonsense, Your Majesty is seriously injured, and you don't want to order someone to invite the doctor in the city." Feng Feiyi carefully put Su Yitong on the soft couch he had just found, and commanded in a deep voice.

What the!

"Your Majesty is seriously injured?"

Pei Ciwu and Yu Wushuang were startled at the same time, and they were just about to step forward to see what was going on, but Pei Ciwu turned his steps and went out to find a doctor.

"How is Brother Su injured?" Yu Wushuang asked worriedly.

"The high fever does not go away, lest it endanger my life." Feng Feiyi looked at Su Yitong who was still frowning even when he was asleep, his thin lips were pursed tightly, and he hated to bear it for her.

"It's so serious." Yu Wushuang was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly squatted to Feng Feiyi's side, arching him to the side with his buttocks, "Let me see." ”

Feng Feiyi was arched by him, and suddenly his whole body fell towards the head of the bed. The bones in his body seemed to suddenly fall apart, and he couldn't lift any strength anymore.

"You," Yu Wushuang looked at him in astonishment. "What's wrong?"

Feng Feiyi shook his head and said weakly: "It's just that I'm tired from running around and losing my strength." ”

"What did you encounter on the road? Why did you two come to Bianzhou? Also, How did Brother Su get hurt? What's the matter with your blood? Who is your assassin? ”

Yu Wushuang was too curious about what happened to the two, so he asked endlessly, one question after another, for fear that he would miss something.

Feng Feiyi rolled his eyes at him speechlessly, and his hands were on the edge of the soft couch, still weak.

At this time, Pei Ciwei led the doctor to hurry over, and the eagerness on his face was not inferior to Feng Feiyi.

On the way here, Pei Ciwei had already carefully explained to the doctor, so when he saw the seriously injured and unconscious person on the couch, he did not have fear because of the disparity in the identity of the other party.

It's just that as soon as his hand caught Su Yitong's wrist vein, his face changed.

"How?" Yu Wushuang asked first.

The doctor looked at Pei Ciwu and then at Yu Wushuang, and finally fixed his eyes on the messy Feng Feiyi.

"How's her injury?" It was the doctor's strange glance that made Feng Feiyi, who was confused, suddenly sober up, and immediately realized that Su Yitong's daughter's identity could not be exposed at such a time.

Thinking of this, he immediately stared at Pei Ciwu and Yu Wushuang with cold eyes, and said in a deep voice: "This king has something to explain to this doctor in detail, Master Pei and Yu Gongzi might as well go outside and wait first." ”

"You ......" Yu Wushuang glared at him angrily, and was about to say no, but his sleeve was ripped off. Pei Ciwu pulled him out and whispered: "The regent has a strange temperament, you still don't want to mess with him." ”