In the afternoon, Mrs. Song and others came back after sending their relatives back and called Si Yu to the main hall to speak.

Si Yu helped the Song family a lot today, and the Song family was very grateful to him, and originally regarded him as half of the Song family, and now they can't wait to ask Si Yu to go to the Song family tree.

At night, Song Zhao thought that the battlefield was very dangerous, and Lord Quan must have suffered a lot of injuries.

I specially made healing medicine and put it in a basket, and sent it to the Star Picking Tower.

Si Yu became the governor of the capital, and Di Xiao could also be shown in front of people.

At this time, he stood straight in front of the Star-Picking Tower.

Seeing Song Zhao coming, he spoke vigilantly, "What are you doing?" ”

Song Zhao knew that this was a private soldier raised by Lord Quanchen, raised the basket in his hand, and said with an attitude and aura, "I'll send medicine to the fourth brother." ”

Di Xiao was even more vigilant.

He stepped forward with a wooden face, and checked the contents of the basket as if he were facing a great enemy.

After making sure that it was all harmless wound medicine, he let Song Zhao enter the door.

Song Zhao touched his nose, and the soldiers brought out by Lord Quanchen were really alert.

The attic bedroom door is open.

Si Yu was taking off his robe, Song Zhaohuan came in happily, and said as if offering a treasure, "Fourth brother, I'll send you healing medicine?" Do you have wounds on your body? ”

Si Yu raised an eyebrow.

His fingers caressed his waist, lazily ripped off the golden jade belt, and hung it on Song Zhao's neck.

"Fourth brother, what are you doing with my belt? Want to hang me? ”

Song Zhao retreated in horror.

"Where do you want to go?" Si Yu was angry and funny, and stepped forward and patted her head gently, "Forgot what I said before?" ”

Song Zhao scratched his head.

His jaw was suddenly raised, and Si Yu approached her ear and laughed in a low voice, "Lord Dudu, it's Ah Zhao's." ”

Song Zhao held the belt in his hand.

This is a medal that symbolizes the high power of the governor of Zhengerpin, and it is a priceless treasure.

Lord Quanchen is really generous.

"What are you doing stupidly? Didn't you want to drug me? ”

In a daze, Si Yu had already taken off his shirt and sat on the collapse so that he could open his mouth in a good time.

The boy was bare-chested, and his shoulders and back were covered with hideous wounds, which were shocking.

Song Zhao's eyelids jumped, he didn't care about being shy, ran upside down, and took out the prepared ointment.

He was still worried, "The battlefield is dangerous, and the fourth brother must be very scared." ”

The lights flickered.

The little girl's pale face was full of worry, and there was a sense of amazement that dazzled her eyes.

He looked at it, and his thin lips curled a little, "I'm afraid, I'm naturally afraid." ”

Just thinking.

The little lady of the Song family is still here waiting for him to come back, so she can't take care of anything.

Song Zhao dug out the ointment and rubbed it on his wound little by little.

It was very close, and I smelled the sweet fragrance of the girl's body again.

It can kill him.

"Fourth brother, if you hurt, tell me, I'll be lighter." Song Zhao was very careful in his movements, and he was very pitiful for his demeanor.

The ointment was cool, and the soft fingers of the girl slid on the skin, inexplicably lighting up a fire-like touch.

It's the age when the blood is boiling, who can withstand this?

The young man's eyes darkened a little, grabbed Song Zhao's wrist, pinched it unhurriedly, and the breathing between his thin lips sank a little,

"Don't touch it, touch my brother again, and my life will be gone."

Thousands of Huns on the battlefield failed to kill him.

The little lady Song who was soft in front of her was not good, but she easily pinched his lifeline.

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The owner of the door sent a letter from the flying pigeon, and the medicine king arrived in Beijing the day before Song Jingxian's treatment, and was resting in Lingyun Villa at this time.