Qing'er hesitated and slowly stretched out her left hand.

There was no old scar on the wrist as white as jade, but there was a black and purple blood scab lying on it, which was indescribably hideous and ugly.

Li Heng gasped, pounced out in a gaffe, and grabbed that wrist: "What's going on!" ”

Qing'er shook her head blankly, her wrist trembling slightly uncontrollably.

Until this moment, she still didn't understand her situation and position, but subconsciously felt very awkward, and instinctively wanted to resist Li Heng's closeness.

The bustard mother hurriedly said, "It's none of our business! When we rescued the girl, she already had a wound on her wrist! The doctor said that ordinary injuries would not be there, unless they committed suicide by slitting their wrists...... The scar had been soaked in the water for a long time, and the wound was not neat, and it took several days to scab over! ”

"Cut your wrists? Commit suicide? Li Heng looked at Qing'er's face in a daze, and her eyes were red: "Qiongzhang, I know that you are bitter in your heart, but ...... Now that the revenge has been avenged, you should live for yourself, why did you do such a foolish thing! ”

Qing'er raised her head to look at him and said a word silently.

Li Heng couldn't understand it, and his face changed in a hurry.

Jun Yu smiled beside him: "Lord Jun, she said - her name is Qing'er." ”

Li Heng suddenly shook off Qing'er's hand and stood up: "Jun Shizi, Qiongzhang is my woman!" Are you going to rob openly? ”

His voice was full of violentness, and he had already put on the majesty of an emperor.

Jun Yu was still not in a hurry: "Lord Jun, the facts have long been clear at this moment - Qing'er is just a lover who spent the night together last night, not the daughter of the Song family you love in your heart." Where does the word 'bright robbery' come from? ”

When Qing'er saw his smile, she felt a little dazzling inexplicably, and couldn't help but reach out and pull his sleeve.

Jun Yu put down the tent for her, and said warmly: "I promise to take you away, and I will definitely not break my promise." Change your clothes first, don't be afraid. ”

"Master, this girl ......" the bustard's mother stopped talking.

Jun Yu casually took out a few silver tickets from his sleeve and threw them over: "Since Qing'er is not the girl from your Drunken Spring Building, there is no need to redeem herself." This money can be regarded as the son of this life to reward you for saving your life. ”

The bustard mother picked up the silver ticket, looked at the amount on it, and immediately smiled so much that her face was full of folds, and the fat powder that had not been washed away by tears just now fell off in a slump.

Qing'er was full of doubts and worries, and it took a lot of effort to get dressed and slowly open the curtain.

"Let's go." Jun Yu smiled slightly and took her hand.

Li Heng suddenly took a step forward and sneered: "Go? When did I say you could go? ”

Jun Yu curled the corners of his lips and smiled mockingly: "What else does Brother Yuheng have to teach?" ”

-for-tat, in terms of momentum, he didn't lose at all.

Qing'er's palms gradually sweated. She faintly felt that Li Heng was prepared, and Jun Yu was bound to suffer if he faced him head-on.

Sure enough, there was soon a slight but very neat sound of footsteps outside, which sounded like a lot of momentum.

Jun Yu's face changed slightly, and his whole person tensed.

Li Heng suddenly smiled "ha", closed the folding fan and arched his hand to Jun Yu: "It turns out that the young girl is really not Qiongzhang, but I am abrupt - I have the heart to invite the two of you to drink a glass of thin wine together in the Guangguang Walk Palace, which is counted as me making amends to the two, how about it?" ”

Jun Yu stared at him with a cold face for a long time, and finally nodded: "Then bother Brother Yuheng." ”

With that, he held Qing'er in one hand, put the other hand on the hilt of the sword, and walked out first with his head held high.

Outside the door, two rows of soldiers stood under the porch in unison, their short knives shining coldly.

Li Heng knocked on the saddle with the handle of the fan, and greeted with a smile: "Brother Yuqing, please!" ”

Jun Yu looked up at the few cold lights faintly revealed in the flowers and trees in the distance, and hooked the corners of his lips mockingly: "Qing'er is weak and can't ride a horse." Please Brother Yuheng deigned to accompany us in the car. ”