Song Qiaoshu only saw Meng Zhaoyan suddenly hold the Song Painting Temple in his arms, as if he was about to go into the bones, but before he could react, he was suddenly pushed away by a force from the void, the force was extremely great, hurting the lungs, wheezing in the air became a problem, and the pain was abnormal.

In a moment, she only heard Song Huaci shouting her sister loudly, looking for prestige, but saw that Song Huaci was still held in Meng Zhaoyan's arms, and she was unusually stable.

The pain in her body was even more painful in her heart, Song Qiaoshu closed her eyes and endured the pain silently.

However, the imaginary pain of landing did not come, she felt that she had fallen into a stable embrace, and after a while, Song Qiaoshu opened her eyes, and above her eyes was a men's brocade collar embroidered with dark lines, she looked sideways slightly, and saw that it was a face that was not unfamiliar.

When the man saw her open her eyes, he smiled, slowly put the person on the ground, away from the center of the struggle, and then held a fan and saluted: "The situation is critical, and it is inevitable that it will be abrupt below, please forgive the young lady." ”

Song Qiaoshu covered her heart, the smell of iron rose in her throat, she secretly spat out a mouthful of blood, and a red gradually fell from the corner of her mouth.

She shook her head, her face pale, and the pain in her heart was evident at this moment.

That person was Shen Yanxiu, his face changed when he saw this, and he said forgiveness again, and then grabbed Song Qiaoshu's wrist and carefully checked the pulse.

After a while, the man let go of his hand, took a step back, and said with an ugly face: "Miss was shocked by internal force and injured her internal organs, and the injury was not light. ”

Song Qiaoshu was so painful that she couldn't speak, she only smiled bitterly and shook her head, and then the struggle in the distance stopped, Meng Zhaoyan settled the Song Painting Temple, and the Song Painting Temple immediately ran over, and said with an anxious face: "Sister, how are you?" ”

Shen Yanxiu had already recognized Song Qiaoshu, and he was not surprised to see Song Hua's ancestral hall at this moment, but he was a little happy in his heart.

I saw Song Qiaoshu holding Song Qiaoshu, a few steps away from Shen Yanxiu, and asked him vigilantly, "Who are you?" ”

Shen Yanxiu couldn't cry or laugh, he passed by outside the city, and when he saw that there was a fight, he wanted to draw a sword to help when he saw injustice, but when he saw that they could handle it completely, he only watched the battle from the sidelines, and did not go to this troubled water.

But when they saw that there was a person with deep internal strength, they suddenly exerted their strength when they didn't notice it, and their thoughts were not good, so they hurriedly made a move, but they were also a step too late, and they could only save Song Qiaoshu who was injured internally.

At this glance, I recognized the two sisters, without him, I was too impressed by the Song Painting Temple.

"In Xia Shen Yanxiu, passing by here, I saw that this young lady was accidentally injured, so I came to the rescue."

Song Qiaoshu also barely took a breath, nodded and said, "Thank you for this son." ”

"You're welcome."

The secret guard was left behind to dispose of the corpse and clean up the scene, and Zhou Zhun had already sent someone back to the city to report the news. Meng Zhaoyan found his wheelchair and rushed over, as soon as he heard Shen Yanxiu's three words, he only felt familiar, Zhou Zhun was also stunned for a moment, and then leaned over and whispered in Meng Zhaoyan's ear: "The fourth prince of Ling Chi, Shen Yanxiu." ”

Meng Zhaoyan's eyes were dark, and he immediately put them aside and asked Song Qiaoshu about his injuries.

Shen Yan cultivated: "I am not talented, and I know some medical skills, this young lady has suffered internal injuries, and the injuries are quite serious......"

Song Huaci naturally saw it, and nodded in agreement: "Indeed, my sister's injury is very serious, let's hurry back to the city." ”

Meng Zhaoyan nodded and said, "Not far from the city, someone has already called for a carriage and a horse to come over, don't worry." ”

said that it was not in a hurry, but Song Huaci was already sweating in a hurry, Song Qiaoshu's face was so ugly, she was definitely not pretending, she would rather be hurt by herself than by her sister.

She was silent, but Meng Zhaiyan and Shen Yanxiu looked at each other on the side.

Meng Zhaoyan already knew Shen Yanxiu's identity, but Shen Yanxiu was still suspicious of Meng Zhaoyan's identity, it was rumored that the third prince of Cangli was so delicate that women were ashamed of themselves, and his legs were injured that year, and he was bad and bad, when this person saw it, he already corresponded to seven or eight points.

Shen Yanxiu asked, "I don't know who Your Excellency is?" ”

Meng Zhaoyan's gaze swept lightly, and he said politely: "The third prince of Cangli, Meng Zhaoyan." ”

Shen Yanxiu made up his mind, and his heart was true, and then he saluted: "I have heard the name of the three princes for a long time, and I have seen His Royal Highness the three princes." ”

Meng Zhaoyan smiled and said: "Don't dare, this king has also heard that Shen Yanxiu, the fourth prince of Ling Chi, is suave and uninhibited, and now when I see it, it really deserves its name." ”

The sisters of the Song family were shocked again and again, not wanting this person to be the fourth prince of Ling Chi.

Shen Yanxiu said with a smile: "The third prince is really wise, and it is the fourth prince of Ling Chi below. ”

Shen Yanxiu didn't want to reveal his identity so quickly, but this Meng Zhaoyan was definitely not a thing in the pool, and he didn't know why he guessed his identity, so he could only admit it generously at this moment.

The secret guard moved quickly, and soon a cart and horse arrived, so it was crowded with Shen Yanxiu one more person.

Fortunately, Shen Yan cultivated his knowledge, and immediately said goodbye: "I still have something to do in the future, so I won't go on the same road with you, and I will see you again." ”

Meng Zhaoyan raised his eyebrows, taking into account Song Qiaoshu's injury, and only sent people away with a few random words.

Shen Yanxiu didn't seem to be the first time he arrived, as if he had been in Kyoto for some time, but his identity was unknown for a long time, and his intentions were not yet known.

Compared with Cangli, Ling Chi is in decline, and now Cangli has a strong army, if the emperor moves the intention of expanding the territory one day, maybe the first one to attack is Ling Chi.

But now that the situation in the Cangli Dynasty is unstable, it is a critical juncture of partisan disputes, and I don't know what the intention of this Ling Chi Fourth Prince is to enter Beijing at this time.

Meng Zhaoyan secretly speculated, the Song Painting Temple on the side was already dizzy, Song Qiaoshu was injured internally, she had no choice but to ask Meng Zhaoyan for help, and said: "Meng Zhaoyan, you can show my sister how she is now!" ”

Meng Zhaoyan looked over, stretched out his hand to take Song Qiaoshu's pulse, and said: "It's okay, the injury is quite serious, but it is not life-threatening, I will force out the residual internal force in her body, and then ask Lang Zhong to prescribe medicine to recuperate, and she will be cured in a few days." ”

Hearing this, Song Huaci was relieved, but he still frowned, it was one thing not to endanger his life, it was another thing to be in pain, Song Qiaoshu was so painful that he couldn't speak.

Song Huaci didn't care if he was sick at the moment, so he told Zhou Zhun to go quickly, and when he arrived at the palace, there was another period of chaos.

The Song Painting Temple sent people all the way back, and they didn't care about Meng Zhaoyan behind him at all.

Meng Zhaoyan looked gloomy and followed speechlessly, did she forget that she still needed Meng Zhaoyan to force her internal force out.

Sure enough, I saw the Song Painting Temple enter the Xiwan Pavilion and come out, and when I saw Meng Zhaoyan, I frowned and urged: "You should hurry up!" ”

Meng Zhaoyan was helpless, in the heart of the Song Painting Temple, he would never go to that sister.

Meng Zhaoyan's internal strength was profound, and Song Qiaoshu's pain was relieved in a moment, and she was now lying on the bed and falling asleep.

Lang Zhong had already opened the recipe, and now he started to cook the medicine, leaving Chang Yun in the house to take care of, and the two of them retreated together.

Thinking back to what happened today, the Song Painting Temple still has palpitations, and sure enough, as Meng Zhaoyan said, the incident cannot be avoided.

All the way back to the Painting Yan Pavilion, the Song Painting Ancestral Hall was all hesitant to speak, Meng Zhaoyan couldn't look past it, so he asked, "Ancestral Hall, what's wrong with you?" ”