After walking for about a moment, Qi Jingqin's physical strength was a little unbearable, the obscene clothes wet with blood were sticking to his back, and a cool night breeze blew, Qi Jingqin felt very unwell.

Walking further into the jungle for a while, Qi Jingqin's hand holding Liang Huanqing was already sore and unconscious, and the arm that had been pierced by crocodile teeth was also bleeding out.

His physical strength was instantly emptied, and he fell to the ground on one knee, his facial expression was very hideous, and the pain behind him was unbearable, but his hand grabbed Liang Huanqing tightly, for fear that she would be thrown out because of this.

Qi Jingqin found a relatively dry flat land and placed Liang Huanqing on the ground, and before he had time to take a few breaths, he hurriedly got up to clean up the surrounding jungle.

He plucked out some of the bushes and grasses around him and made a clearing for a fire.

Liang Huanqing was covered in a cold sweat at this time, muttering between his lips and teeth, and he was unconscious.

After a while, Qi Jingqin picked up some firewood from nearby and used dry wood wool to make a fire for the drill wood, which was the fastest way he could think of to make a fire.

Soon, the wood wool was ignited by sparks from the wood, and Qi Jingqin placed the dry firewood he had picked up and lit a small but warm bonfire.

He helped Liang Huanqing up and asked her to stay as close to the fire as possible to keep warm.

But the two of them were wearing soaked clothes, and the breeze was blowing in the trees at night, and it was easy to catch a cold.

At this time, Qi Jingqin didn't care about the taboo between men and women, he took off Liang Huanqing's outermost clothes, leaving only a close-fitting clothes to cover his body, he put the clothes on the fire to bake, thinking that he could let her change them later.

He took off the only profane clothes on his body, the wound wound that was scratched by the stone behind him was not deep, and after rescuing some blood, it coagulated into a scab, glued the skin and flesh to the profane clothes, and when he took off the profane clothes, he pulled the skin and flesh at the wound, Qi Jingqin closed his eyes and gritted his teeth to endure, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his white forehead.

He sat next to the fire, constantly roasting Liang Huanqing's gorgeous clothes, the whole set of moon-white gold and silver thread sewn clothes, dyed a faint rust red by blood and water, and the shoulder was pierced by a feather arrow, breaking a large hole visible to the naked eye.

At this time, Liang Huanqing felt the warmth of the fire, and his consciousness began to rise a little, but he was still unconscious, his body couldn't stop trembling, and the wound on his shoulder that was pierced by the feather arrow was still oozing blood.

Qi Jingqin suddenly remembered that he had read several medical books because he was bored when he was a child: thistle, which grows in ditches and weeds, can be seen everywhere, can cool blood and stop bleeding, remove stasis and reduce swelling, mash thistle and apply it to the wound to stop bleeding.

Looking at the wound on Liang Huanqing's shoulder, which was still bleeding, he began to look around, wanting to see if there were any herbs available in the vicinity.

He was not familiar with pharmacology, and only relied on a few medical books that he had read boringly when he was a child, but he had an excellent memory and could still distinguish the appearance of thistle.

After a while, Qi Jingqin picked up a bunch of herbs, and he picked out the usable thistle from it and wanted to apply it directly to Liang Huanqing's wound, he hesitated, thinking that the book said that it was necessary to mash it before it could be applied to the wound, but there was no tool to pound the medicine at the moment.

Qi Jingqin looked at the thistles in his hand that looked like wild vegetables, and hesitated to put them in his mouth and chew them.

Liang Huanqing groaned softly at this time, she frowned, looking very painful.

Qi Jingqin's heart was crossed, and he stuffed all the thistle in his hand into his mouth and chewed it, the juice of the thistle was all over Qi Jingqin's mouth and tongue, and the bitterness made him frown.

When he felt that he was almost done, he lifted Liang Huanqing's obscene clothes, revealing her smooth and mottled shoulders.

The flesh and clothes were sticking together, and he tried his best to put the movements of his hands to the lightest, but Liang Huanqing still screamed softly in pain.

Qi Jingqin slowly applied the chewed thistle grass to Liang Huanqing's wound, tore off a few strips of cloth from his dried clothes, and wrapped Liang Huanqing's wound.

After seeing that the clothes were almost baked, he draped those gorgeous clothes on Liang Huanqing, and wore a tattered and dirty clothes to the riverbank to fetch water.

When Qi Jingqin came back, he boiled the river water and fed Liang Huanqing to drink, and then Liang Huanqing's cold body gradually warmed up.

However, the night was still long.

Qi Jingqin leaned against the trunk of the tree, looked up at the blue night sky, and went to collect a little firewood to make the fire more prosperous.

Liang Huanqing has not woken up yet.

Qi Jingqin looked at her frowning little face, smiled bitterly, and said to himself: "You can't be arrogant now." ”

Liang Huanqing in his eyes is arrogant, arrogant, stubborn, and extremely strong, he can think of why Liang Huanqing risked his life to let Wei Shen and them escape, which is indeed very in line with her character.

When Concubine Mei told Qi Jingqin that she was already asking for a marriage from the saint, he began to pay attention to Liang Huanqing, the eldest lady of the Liang Mansion who tried her best to sneak out of the mansion to play all day long.

In the past, Liang Huanqing was very low-key in front of the royal family, even among the official ladies in Shangjing, her status was noble, but every time the palace held a banquet, she always tried her best to hide behind Qin Ruilan, and it seemed that she didn't want the magnates to know her.

The eldest lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Lu Huiling, is extremely high-profile, every time she has a banquet, she wishes that everyone's eyes are nailed to her, and she is trying her best to shine in front of the royal family.

Qi Wangshu couldn't get used to Lu Huiling in the Prime Minister's Mansion the most, and knew that she admired her imperial brother, so every time she had to find a way to make Lu Huiling embarrassed in front of the imperial brother.

Every time there is a banquet in the palace, it is to watch the two of them bickering, and Qi Jingqin will find an excuse not to go or leave the banquet early every time.

He also paid little attention to Liang Huanqing, who was hiding in the corner and desperately hiding himself, when he learned that he was about to marry her as a princess, he resisted in his heart, but after Si Nanping analyzed the stakes with him, he began to have a trace of interest in this woman.

Liang Huanqing and her maid would appear on the crowded street downstairs from time to time, looking at the ornaments for a while, eating a snack for a while, and helping the weak with a nosy affair.

He sat in the restaurant and ordered a pot of old wine, didn't drink it, just poured it for himself and put it in front of him, he watched Liang Huanqing wander aimlessly most of the time, and sometimes there would be a large number of capable retainers behind him, and she herself walked in front unhappily with a black face.

He always felt that this simple woman was really not suitable to be a princess, no, it should be said that she was not like a woman born in Beijing at all.

Qi Jingqin thought about this, looked at Liang Huanqing, who was asleep at this time, lowered his head and smiled, reached out to probe her breathing and pulse, and felt that after gradually stabilizing, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart like putting down a boulder.

He leaned against the trunk of the tree and looked up at the sky above him, the campfire in front of him kept crackling, and there was silence around him...

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The heavy affairs in the army, coupled with the fact that Liang Huanqing's whereabouts are unknown and his life and death are uncertain, affect Liang Fengmian and Liang Lian's hearts, and they feel confused and overwhelmed for the first time at this time.

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The Imperial Palace, Concubine Mei's dormitory.

The candle flame that should have been extinguished was still lit, and Concubine Mei should have gone to bed after freshening up, but she felt flustered and paced back and forth in the hall.

Aunt Yun Xi watched Concubine Mei walking back and forth outside the hall, and couldn't help but persuade: "Niangniang, take a break." You have broken your body like this, and you will feel distressed when the prince comes back! ”

Concubine Mei looked out the window, and after listening to Yun Xi's persuasion, she had no choice but to lie back on the bed, she couldn't close her eyes, and she couldn't rest assured in her heart...

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East Palace, the residence of the crown princess.

Zhao Peiyu has been locking herself in the dormitory and refusing to come out after coming back from Qi Jingyang, and she has also used dinner, until the third watch in the middle of the night, Han Yao is still holding dinner at the door and begging Zhao Peiyu to come out to eat, but she is still sitting on the edge of the bed, taking off the heavy costume that symbolizes status, wearing only a thin obscene clothes, sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed, looking at the moon outside the window, and the corners of her eyes are tears that have also been erased...