"Hiss~~"

Song Yi endured the severe pain in his body and opened his eyes.

The eye-catching decoration style is completely different from the scene she is familiar with.

It is obviously a Huren-style decoration, and it does not have the delicate and delicate appearance of the Qianchao, but is rough and uninhibited.

The bed was no longer covered with silk brocade, but with warm and soft animal fur.

The body is not wearing three layers of mulberry cotton clothes inside and three layers outside, but instead is cut and close-fitting, exposing a lot of leather clothing.

The light in the room was bright and dazzling. reminded Song Yi that she was not dead yet.

The pain on her body made beads of sweat appear on her head.

She remembered that she had blocked an arrow for the true king, and she felt that she could not survive. So he asked the true king to leave her and leave quickly.

Later, the true king was unwilling to leave her. Song Yi jumped off the horse in order to make the true king die and rolled down the hillside.

She thought she was going to die this time. But I didn't expect that I would survive.

"Anyone?" When Song Yi's hoarse voice came out, she herself was startled.

How could such an ugly voice come out of her mouth?

But she couldn't do anything about it, and she was anxious to know what had happened after she rolled down the hill.

How are they, the true king?

Where is she now?

Just as Song Yi struggled to get out of bed, a woman walked in from outside the door.

Seeing that she was dressed, she recognized it as a Jurchen woman at a glance.

"Aung Aang Aha"

Song Yi can't understand the Jurchen words, but he can still feel the happiness of a woman.

Song Yi originally thought that he wouldn't pick it, so he asked the woman who came in about the current situation.

However, the girl ran out again with an excited face.

Song Yi couldn't stop it, because just opening her eyes just now, turning over and crawling to the edge of the bed, had already consumed her huge energy. The feeling of soreness all over her body made it difficult for her to walk.

Seeing that the person who finally appeared ran away, Song Yi thought that he had been left behind again.

A sense of disappointment arose, and Song Yi woke up, and his body, which had not recovered, paused because of exhaustion.

She fainted again.

Song Yi was dizzy, and I don't know how long it took.

By the time she opened her eyes again, it had turned from day to night.

"Water" Song Yi spoke, still in the same rough voice.

"Madame, you're awake," a strange woman appeared.

Song Yi didn't open her eyes, not because she didn't want to, but because she really didn't have the strength.

The strange woman was not unhappy, but carefully waited for "Madame, come and drink water"

Song Yi's lips felt moisturized, and the fountain of life fell into his mouth, as if a rain suddenly fell from a desert after a long drought.

"Bubbling" Song Yi drank the water in the cup desperately, as if he had never drunk such sweet water in his life.

"Slow down, madam," said the strange woman eagerly.

Song Yi drank one cup, asked for a second one, and then a third one.

Finally, I couldn't drink it anymore, and I felt that if I took another breath, I could squeeze out the water in my stomach.

She finally stopped.

At this time, Song Yi finally opened his eyes and looked at the woman with a glass of water in front of him with a concerned face.

is different from the little girl I saw when I woke up last time, the woman in front of her is white and beautiful, and the key is that there is a faint fragrance on her body.

Song Yi was in her arms, smelling the fragrance emanating from her body, and inexplicably felt a sense of peace of mind.

"You are?" Song Yi spoke with difficulty, although she was eager to know the environment she was in, but her body did not allow her to do so.

Two words, as if she had consumed all her strength.

With such a dilapidated body, Song Yi felt that the bones of the whole person had been re-spliced.

What he went through, Song Yi really can't remember.

"Madame, are you asking who the slave is?" The strange woman asked with a smile.

"The slave maid is called Qiao'er, she is seventeen years old this year" The woman smiled, and the smile on her face made Song Yi immediately feel good.

"You ......" Song Yi still wanted to speak, but he had completely lost his voice.

The girl named Qiao'er said thoughtfully, "Madam, don't worry. You're recovering from a serious illness and it's going to take some time to recover. The slave knows that you have too many questions to be answered. But you don't have to rush it."

Qiao'er's gentle persuasion made Song Yi feel inexplicably familiar. It's as if it's Haruka in front of her at the moment.

Song Yi thought that, as Qiao'er said, he could survive, which meant that this was not a Longtan tiger's den. If you come here, you will be safe, no matter how bad it is, it will just be caught by the Jurchens.

After thinking about this, Song Yi fainted with peace of mind.

Open your eyes again, it's another day.

Since Song Yi woke up, his body has been getting better day by day.

Now I can get out of bed and eat hard food.

"Finally, you can eat these delicacies," Song Yi said, his eyes were a little red, and he almost cried.

These days, even if you are hungry, you can only drink some porridge.

Although Qiao'er has changed its tricks to increase nutrition and taste.

But porridge is porridge, whether it is with green vegetables and shiitake mushrooms, or preserved eggs and lean meat, even if it is a scallop with flower branches, if you eat it, it will soon be empty.

Song Yi is no longer the sick he was a few days ago.

As her strength recovered, she also knew everything from Qiao'er's mouth.

It turned out that she was in the Jurchen Palace at the moment.

And she was brought back to the palace with Nuhachi. Because she was seriously injured at the time, she was in a coma with a fever and was dying.

If it weren't for it, the imperial doctor smashed countless precious medicinal materials on her before pulling her back from the ghost gate.

The first time Song Yi woke up was three months after entering the palace.

That's right, she's been tossing and turning for three or four months.

In addition to the arrow wounds on the body, excessive blood loss, and the fall from the horse and the cliff, the wound was infected, and the illness was worse.

In ancient times, there were no antibiotics, and if the wound was really infected, it could only rely on some traditional methods to save life.

Song Yi was constantly infected with fever and lay in bed for more than three months.

Now, I finally carried it. Completely recovered.

As for the true king. Qiao'er didn't know much about the situation, but she just knew that there was a fierce battle on the border of Blackwater City that day.

The true king of the Qianzhao Dynasty and his entourage relied on themselves to find a way out of the encirclement of more than 10,000 Jurchens and hid in the Gobi Desert.

Later, I heard that the real king walked in the Gobi for more than a month before returning to the Qianchao.

Song Yi knew that the true king had returned to the Qiantian Dynasty safely, so he really settled down.

It's just that now, the two of them are thousands of miles apart, and she has also been brought back to the palace with Nuhachi. In this life, if you want to see the real king Zhu Xi again, I don't know if there is a chance.

Thinking of this, Song Yi sighed every time.

However, what makes Song Yi happy. Qiao'er was arranged to serve herself.

Qiao'er's father was from the Qianchao Dynasty, and her mother was a Jurchen. So, she's a mixed-race girl.

Since childhood, he has spoken Jurchen and Qianchao. Therefore, she was arranged to serve Song Yi.

After these days of getting along, Song Yi has completely fallen in love with Qiao'er. It's not just because Qiao'er can speak Qianchao, and she can chat with Song Yi to relieve her boredom. is also because Qiao'er is the only one who is not hostile to her and sincerely takes care of herself.

As for the palace maids and eunuchs in the hall. Song Yi unconsciously sighed again.