Cheng Fengyi, according to her own experience, found red mulberry on a dry and sunny slope.

A small plant, it was enough to make a medicinal guide, and she immediately used her hands to remove the weeds on the side, and used her hands to dig the dry and soft soil.

Bomur led the horse and approached from behind, and when she saw that she was plowing the ground, she felt very puzzled, so she said, "Zhiying? What are you doing? ”

Cheng Fengyi picked up the red mulberry with great care, but when he heard the sound behind him, he was so frightened that he almost jumped up, and hurriedly looked back.

Both of them were stunned, staring at each other with big eyes.

"How are you!" Bomur was disappointed.

Cheng Fengyi was a little inexplicable at first, and then suddenly realized: "You have been waiting outside the gate? Wait for profit? ”

Bomur's face was cloudy, and he didn't say a word.

Cheng Fengyi slowly stood up with the red mulberry in her arms: "No wonder Zhiying always frowned in embarrassment when she talked to me about you, it turns out that you actually have such thoughts about her?" ”

Bomur seemed to be stung by her words, and was a little annoyed: "Such thoughts? What kind of mind? ”

"Son Bomur, you and Miss Sanduo have a life-saving grace for me, I have always respected you as a gentleman, but now it seems that I have looked away," Cheng Feng's expression was dissatisfied, and his tone was also a little stern, "Do you think that if the city is broken and the Yanzhou army is defeated, Zhiying will follow you?" You're not loving her, you're insulting her! ”

"You're not qualified to lecture me!" Bomur was furious and shouted.

Cheng Fengyi was stunned by the yelling, and Bo Muer smiled self-deprecatingly: "Yes, I don't understand your Central Plains women's three chastity and nine spirits, take the husband as the sky, I only know that if I like someone, I want to make her happy and carefree, not let her worry all day long, you say that I am not a gentleman, but I have never said that I want to be a gentleman!" ”

He smiled contemptuously: "I have known Zhiying for three years, and in these three years I have had the opportunity to possess her, but I never bother to do this!" I just wanted to wait for an opportunity for her to willingly let me take care of her, was it wrong? You laugh at me, but an ignorant and self-righteous woman like you will never understand how painful it is for someone in my position! ”

Cheng Fengyi was so smart, he immediately heard the sound from his words, and his expression was puzzled for a moment: "You ......"

Bomur turned over and got on the horse, coldly threw down the sentence "Who do you think was the person who risked his life to stop Huer Hana on the way between you and your relatives", turned around and left.

Cheng Fengyi was stunned on the spot when asked, and she didn't even notice that the red mulberry in her hand was blown off by the wind.

Two years ago, she still remembers it vividly, it was almost such a season, she accompanied her husband to the palace for a banquet, and was asked for by Huer Hana like an item in front of the civil and military officials of Dachu, she thought it was a flying disaster, but in the two years that she was trapped in Changyao, she gradually understood that it was just a well-planned situation, and she was a victim of Cui Jie's stability in the country.

She doesn't hate Cui Jie, who gave her away, she doesn't hate Cui Yi and Zhiying who didn't save her, and she doesn't hate her own father who fell to King Wu early in the morning. From the time their father Cheng Hu gave Cui Yi Xingyuan Sword, both their father and daughter were mentally prepared to be criticized, but they didn't know what was waiting for them.

Huerhana's marriage proposal was both unexpected and reasonable, and everything was generally not expected to escape from Cheng Hu, and the only variable was the interception on the way to the family.

The Beidi people suffered heavy casualties, and she couldn't understand the Cypriot dialect, but she clearly remembered the fire and the duel that followed, when she was tied up in the carriage, and she didn't see the faces of the people who came, even the sound was very vague and couldn't be distinguished.

Who is that man? Yes, she had wondered countless times who was the man who had blatantly disobeyed the holy decree and tried to save herself halfway.

And listening to what Bomur said just now, not only did he know who that person was, but he ...... It seems that it should be known too!

A name broke into his mind, Cheng Fengyi was instantly struck by lightning, his face was as white as snow, and he hurriedly wanted to rush back, only to find that the precious medicine had fallen to the ground, and he hurriedly picked it up and wrapped it in kraft paper, and then rode back on horseback and rushed back frantically.

With red mulberry, the antidote was quickly served, and the maids poured most of the bowl on Yang Qiong, who had fallen into a coma, and after observing the time of a stick of incense, they finally saw that his face gradually recovered, and the toxicity was lifted.

Cheng Fengyi was so tired that she couldn't get up on the Luohan bed, and Zhiying knew that she would not be at ease to leave, so she asked someone to cook a meal and send it over, and accompanied her to eat something.

During the banquet, Cheng Fengyi's expression has been very complicated, and a little absent-minded, as if she was thinking about something, Zhiying saw that she was only eating rice, so she sandwiched a chopsticks of tea tree mushrooms and simmered duck meat, and asked softly: "What is my sister thinking?" ”

Cheng Fengyi came back to her senses and squeezed out a smile: "No, it's just that I was accidentally in a daze." ”

"There are two injured people in the house, my sister has been working hard these days, let's go back to the room to rest and rest after eating, or my body should not be able to survive." She didn't say anything, and it was inconvenient for Zhiying to ask more, so she only persuaded.

Cheng Fengyi shook his head, cheered up and continued to eat, while saying: "No, everyone is busy, I'm not sick or injured, how can I go to rest alone, and after eating for a while, I have to go to see the injury of the seventh master." ”

Zhiying said: "Sister Zhong will take care of Huaiyou's side, but it's really difficult for her." ”

Cheng Fengyi said "um" and said, "Then it's not good for me to go over and disturb, let's stay here." ”

Zhiying didn't feel a little strange, since Cheng Fengyi came to Yanzhou Mansion, she ran to the barracks every day, although there were military doctors in the camp, but she also worked tirelessly, running around to take care of the wounded, preparing all kinds of wound medicines, not to mention, and commanding the rest of the people to use boiling water to scald clothes, burn mugwort leaves to drive away mosquitoes, and carefully clean the rooms in the army every day, so as to eliminate all factors of attrition in places other than the battlefield.

Cui Xiang is the prince, Cheng Fengyi still treats him equally, and after bandaging him, he went straight to the barracks, but at this time he has to stay with Yang Qiong, although Yang Qiong is still poisoned, but the poison has been cured, isn't it?

Holding Ying keenly captures something subtle and ineffable in the air, plausible.

In the early morning, Yang Qiong woke up, and it would take some time for the residual poison to be completely removed, but the paralysis in her arm had disappeared, and the wound no longer bled out, except that her appetite was not very good, it seemed to be fine.

Cheng Fengyi changed the bandage for him once, poured some water on it after tying it up, and brought chilled plum soup to feed him: "You said you had no appetite in the morning, I asked people to put the plum soup in the well to ice, it can relieve the heat and appetize, you drink a little, and you can eat later." ”

Yang Qiong was simply flattered, and hurriedly reached out to grab the spoon: "I'll come by myself!" Don't dare to bother Madame! ”

Cheng Fengyi was not reluctant, only holding the bowl for him, Yang Qiong was afraid that her hands would be sore, so she drank the plum soup in three times and divided five by two, but she was too anxious and choked, and was seen by Zhong Luhuan, who came to visit the patient.

But all beauties have the instinct to love heroes, and Zhong Luhuan is no exception, saying that she has no thoughts about Yang Qiong at all, which is an absolute lie, but when she saw Yang Qiong choking and coughing, Cheng Fengyi handed over the handkerchief, patted him on the back, and asked him to drink slowly with a smile, she suddenly felt ashamed of herself.

Such two people, even if they can't be together, the relationship between them can't be blasphemed by anyone, not even themselves.

The ups and downs they have experienced, they have never experienced it in their lives, and they understand more deeply that Yang Qiong's feelings for Cheng Fengyi will not change because she has married two men before and after, so it will not fade with the passage of time, and it is better not to have any expectations.

Thinking like this, she was relieved, and with a blessing from the bottom of her heart, she stepped into the threshold and smiled.

After three days of rest, Han Chai launched the siege again, his persistence simply impressed Zhiying, thinking that if he used this spirit to fight with countries such as Beidi and Humeng Tuoer outside the Guan, then he would definitely be a terrifying figure for all ethnic groups.

It's a pity that his persistence was used in the wrong place.

Due to the sunny weather, Zhiying once again used the oil pot tactics, boiling oil rosin and paper money, even killing with cremation, one-stop service, and the carriage and horse fares on Huangquan Road were ready, intimate and thoughtful. When Han Chai saw the fluttering banknotes falling on the city tower, he almost exploded his lungs, roared angrily, and ordered a full-scale siege of the city.

However, his tragedy was not only these, just when the more than 30,000 remnants of the army in Liangzhou braved the heat and tongues of fire to attack the city, the base camp in the rear suffered.

A group of masked men dressed in black ghostly slaughtered into the camp, long and short scimitars slashed through a line of silver light, each accompanied by bright red blood, human heads, severed limbs flew all over the sky, less than two hundred assassins drove straight in, actually killed the Liangzhou grain and grass army without the power to fight back, and put down nearly a thousand people like cutting melons and vegetables, and I don't know who shouted "The knife is poisonous", and the rest of the people instantly lost their fighting spirit and fled in all directions.

"A bunch of useless waste, so easy to deceive." Bomur sneered through the veil of black masked.

The young man on the side said something, he nodded, and the assassins split up to find the granary.

Didn't find it.

Because the food has been eaten.

The corners of Bomur's mouth twitched, looking at the body or corpse with missing arms and legs, and finally understood why the group of guys just now ran so simply.

He originally wanted to burn the food of the Liangzhou army, so that Han Chai would retreat in the face of difficulties, but when he met a bull-tempered general who would rather starve to death than fight, his good plan was in vain, which was really infuriating.

In a fit of rage, Bomur decided to take Han Chai's head back to kick it as a ball.

So the end of Han Chase came, there was a fire in front of him, as the main general, how could he go in to suffer the guilt, of course, the people below were sent to death, so he sat in the rear to command, the flag in hand, and when he roared hoarsely, he suddenly felt a cold in his throat, and he died in an instant.

Nearly 10,000 Liangzhou troops were trapped in the sea of fire, unaware of the changes in the rear, and when the offensive on the city tower suddenly slowed down, some people realized that something was wrong, and looked back, only to find that the friendly army had run out.

Bo Mu'er carried Han Chai's hair bun, like carrying a big radish and walked away, he was dressed in black, Cao Qian above the city gate couldn't recognize who it was, and after the war, he was so busy that he forgot to tell Zhiying.