"Zheng ......"

A piercing sound of sharp weapons rubbing against each other sounded in Luo Ziyan's ears.

The arm was suddenly pulled, and the killer was stabbed in the chest with a sword, and instantly blood sprayed and dripped on the hem of Luo Ziyan's clothes.

Luo Ziyan stumbled and threw himself into the man's arms.

Yan Cijing helped him indifferently: "Hide it and don't move." Then I went to help my wife.

Luo Ziyan touched his chest in a daze, and his heart was still beating.

After solving the killer, Ye Jiu hurriedly walked to his side, took his hand, and said worriedly: "Ziyan is okay, right?" ”

Luo Ziyan shook his head with palpitations: "Wife, Ziyan is fine." ”

Ye Jiu was startled just now, but fortunately, Yan Cijing saved Ziyan.

Ye Jiu looked at the blood stains on Yan Cijing's white clothes, and frowned: "Are you injured?" ”

Yan Cijing glanced at the blood stains on the hem of his clothes, and Yaoyao headed: "It's not mine." ”

Ye Jiu breathed a sigh of relief.

"These are the people of the Southern Yao Kingdom?"

"It's for him."

That's the people of Nanyao.

It seems that I will have to go to Nanyao Country again.

On the way to Miaojiang, you will pass through Nanyao Kingdom.

——

Early the next morning, Ye Jiu and a few people returned to Fengqi Country.

Ye Jiu lay on his bed and stretched lazily.

Or your own home is the most comfortable.

It was a servant who walked in and said respectfully, "Lord Wang, someone is looking for you outside." ”

Ye Jiu got up, and before leaving, he suddenly remembered something, returned to the bedroom, and took the bag of medicinal herbs.

"Jiu'er, you're back."

Feng Zhi looked at her daughter with a smile.

Ye Jiu put the packet of medicinal herbs on the table: "Well, mother, with these medicines, you can save your father." ”

"Really?" Feng Zhi looked at Ye Jiu with a hopeful gaze.

After so many years, although she has not given up the idea of saving Su Shiqing, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Ye Jiu smiled: "Hmm." ”

——

In the dungeon of the Qingwu Palace, there was a man with an extraordinary face lying on the cold ice bed, his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

Ye Jiu stood aside, pulled out the last silver needle, and then took the decoction that was placed aside and fed it to the man.

"I'll be awake in a few days." Ye Jiu stood up: "Mother, let you put your father in an ordinary room for the next few days, this cold ice bed will let the cold enter his body, and it may hurt his bones at that time." ”

Feng Zhi looked at Su Shiqing lying on the cold ice bed with loving eyes, she held his hand tightly, and her voice was hoarse: "Hmm." ”

Ye Jiu knew that she might be a little inappropriate here at this time, so she left the dungeon and wandered around the Qingwu Palace.

When the disciples on the side saw her, they would respectfully call her "Young Palace Master".

A few days later, Ye Jiu routinely came to administer needles to Su Shiqing, and after feeding him and drinking the decoction, Feng Zhi held Su Shiqing's hand: "Haven't you woken up yet?" ”

Su Shiqing's fingers only moved suddenly.

Feng Zhi was stunned.

I saw that the person who had been lying for a few years, making her think about it day and night, slowly opened her eyes.

Feng Zhi held his hand in a daze, and the huge surprise overwhelmed her head, making her really not know what to react to.

Su Shiqing looked at the Luo tent above in a daze.

Where is this?

Isn't he supposed to be in the palace?

Is this the Royal Palace?

Su Shiqing's memory is still stuck on the day he gave birth to Yejiu and was poisoned shortly after.

That's right!

Child!

My baby!

Su Shiqing was taken aback.

(End of chapter)