"Doctor, try my healing medicine." Nangong Jin trembled, took out the bottle that Zhuge Fengyin handed him from his waist, and put it in the doctor's hand like holding a jack.

If these bloods are not stopped, Song Jiayao will die of excessive blood loss!!

"This ......" As soon as the doctor opened the small bottle, the fragrance in it came to his nose, and just by smelling it, he knew that it was the best medicine to heal his wounds.

The doctor immediately put the small bottle close to Song Jiayao's sword, sprinkled it along the perimeter, and finally poured all the powder into the deepest sword.

The blood, which had been unstoppable, stopped in an instant, and the doctor immediately bandaged the prepared linen cloth for her to prevent other things from contaminating the wound.

"Nangong ......" Song Jiayao gradually recovered from the pain, her forehead was dripping with sweat, her eyes were still dull, and her face was pale.

"I'm here." Nangong Jin immediately clenched her hands, as if this could transmit power to her.

Song Anguo originally wanted to disturb loudly, but after seeing the affectionate atmosphere of these two people, he had no choice but to give up.

"I'm not hallucinating, right......" Song Jiayao completely fainted after saying this.

"Jia Yao, Jia Yao!!" Nangong Jin said anxiously, wanting to shake her, but was stopped by the doctor.

"This girl is just exhausted, it's not a big deal, and the son is not as hard as this." The doctor said euphemistically, otherwise you would have worked so hard to save the person, and you would have cracked the wound again.

"So what now?" Song Anguo asked, the matter of Kyoto is urgent, and Song Jiayao looks like this...... God is really good at rectifying people, making them in a dilemma in an instant.

"Song Anguo, you go back first, now, set off immediately, and then mobilize all the people in the Kyoto defense camp to take this tough battle." Nangong Jin ordered.

"Zhao Si ......"

Nangong Jin glanced at Song Jiayao's identity token, which was still tightly held in the palm of her hand even though she was unconscious, shook her head helplessly, and broke it out of Song Jiayao's palm and threw it into Zhao Si's hand.

"With it, you can command all the people of the Dark Reign who have gathered in Kyoto!! You and Song Zhang's envoy immediately rushed back to Kyoto. Nangong Jin ordered.

Song Jiayao lost this jade pendant in her palm, and her whole person moved uneasily, her brows furrowed, and her mouth murmured: "Run away......"

Nangong Jin put her hand on her palm, and Song Jiayao held it tightly, as if it was her life-saving straw, very hard, and instantly scratched Nangong Jin's hand through the skin, and a trace of blood overflowed.

"My sister will bother you to take care of it." Song Anguo bowed to him and said, Nangong Jin's affection, he saw it in his eyes and remembered it in his heart, if Song Jiayao could let go of what he was afraid of in his heart and join hands with Nangong Jin for a lifetime, it would also be a good thing.

After all, such a lover is hard to find.

"You two, be careful on the road." Nangong Jin admonished, and then watched them leave.

"Childe, if this girl has a lot of sweat on her head, she should work hard to wipe it frequently to prevent her from catching a cold and causing a fever after her body is weak. The doctor admonished, and placed a basin of warm water and a rag beside him.

"Thank you, doctor."

"It's a little bit of caution on my part." Nangong Jin casually took out a gold ingot from the purse on his waist and handed it to him.

The doctor hurriedly blocked it with both hands, and said frankly: "This is too much, and the old man can't afford it." ”

Nangong Jin directly stuffed the ingot of gold into the palm of his hand, and then sent him out of the room, meeting such a doctor with a pure character, he and Song Jiayao's luck was not bad.

In the middle of the night, Song Jiayao was covered in cold sweat as the doctor said, while Nangong Jin wiped the cold sweat on her forehead with a towel, and touched her forehead every once in a while to see if she had a fever.

Although Song Jiayao fell into a coma, she could still feel the warmth on her forehead, as if she was injecting a trace of warmth into her in the cold winter and expelling the cold in her body.

"Oh oh oh ......" At this time, the rooster crowed, and the sky gradually brightened, Nangong Jin, who had taken care of Song Jiayao all night, couldn't stand the fatigue anymore at the moment, and fell on the side of the bed.

The moment Song Jiayao woke up, Nangong Jin's handsome face was imprinted in front of her eyes.

"It turned out that it wasn't an illusion, it was you who took care of me all night......" Song Jiayao muttered, and then reached out and touched Nangong Jin's face lightly.

People's hearts are long, Nangong Jin not only had a life-saving grace for her when she was a child, but now, especially after he has sorted out what his feelings are for him, he protects her everywhere, cares for her, and lets her do her own things as she wants, and does not impose his emotions on himself.

Such a person uses his outer coldness and inner heat to gradually ignite his already dry heart, but unfortunately, now is not the time to fall in love, there are big things waiting for them in Kyoto, and she has unfinished business to complete.

"Buckle Buckle ......"

Someone knocked on the door, Nangong Jin's eyelids moved, and Song Jiayao immediately reflexively lay back and pretended to sleep.

"You can't blame me for this, otherwise I will be misunderstood by Nangong Jin, and it will really smell big." Song Jiayao muttered in her heart, but at this moment, she was nervous, and her hand unconsciously grasped the quilt.

Nangong Jin smiled dotingly, then got up to open the door and welcomed the doctor outside the door.

"Childe, you have worked hard to take care of this girl, don't you ...... It should be your sweetheart, right? The doctor smiled, so frank that Song Jiayao, who pretended to be asleep, couldn't help blushing.

And Nangong Jin's "um" what, she didn't agree!!

The doctor walked in with a small medicine box, wanting to check Song Jiayao's wound, Song Jiayao, who was originally pretending to be asleep, couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore at the moment, and moved her eyelids slightly, and her long eyelashes were fanning like butterflies flying at the moment.

Nangong Jin smiled at Song Jiayao, who woke up, causing her deer to crash, and her whole heart beat violently, as if she was going to drown her.

"Why are you here?" Song Jiayao said shyly, she could still be very arrogant before, and even indifferently turned a blind eye to Nangong Jin's kindness to herself, or got along with him ambiguously because of his identity.

At this moment, I feel that I can't be too hypocritical, otherwise how can I be worthy of this person's kindness for taking care of himself for a day and a night...... It's just that why some bad memories are flashing through her mind?

He seems to have been coerced by this person not long ago to bandage and change the dressing for him who was injured, and even took the opportunity to tease him in Shuifu, so why did she blush!!

Are you not worthy of hypocrisy? And I just had a love vein, a shy fart!!

"We met you seriously injured on our way back to Kyoto, what happened to you?"

"Where's Zhang San?" Nangong Jin asked calmly, he was frightened by Song Jiayao's injury last night, and forgot about the existence of Zhang San.

"That's right, hurry, go back to Kyoto!!" Song Jiayao said eagerly, struggling to sit up, but she didn't expect to be involved in the wound on her shoulder, which made her scream in pain.

"You...... Calm down first, there is a wound. Nangong Jin said helplessly, and then helped her lie down.

"But Kyoto, Kyoto is going to be in chaos!!" Song Jiayao said eagerly, for fear that Nangong Jin would not know this important news.

"I've already asked your brother and Zhao Si to rush back first." Nangong Jin said calmly, looking strategic, which made Song Jiayao feel inexplicably reliable.

"But you are the Marquis of Ping'an, at this time, you should be in charge of the overall situation." Song Jiayao reminded, instead of talking to her here.

With a "bang", the copper basin held by the doctor in both hands fell heavily to the ground, and all the water in it splashed on the ground.

"Grass people, grass people knock to see Lord Hou!!" The trembling husband knelt on the ground and said respectfully, this person is actually a "ghost and sorrow" that everyone is afraid of, and he actually stayed under the same roof with him for almost a day and a night......

God, a thunderbolt will stun him!!

"Doctor, don't kneel, my wound, can you go on the road now?" Song Jiayao said bluntly, she doesn't know what happened to Zhang San now, she hasn't been to Kyoto for a day, and she can't let go of her heart.

"Girl, as long as it's not a big move, it's okay to go out." The doctor said truthfully, and Song Jiayao breathed a sigh of relief.

"No, you've got a wound." Nangong Jin refused, making Song Jiayao almost want to jump up and beat people, she was not so noble.

"The doctor said it was fine." Song Jiayao retorted, glaring at Nangong Jin fiercely, could it be that she was a little bit more friendly to Yan Yue, so he treated this as a dyeing room, and then climbed up?

After Nangong Jin met her firm eyes, she nodded helplessly in agreement, because it was useless to argue any longer.

Seeing that they had reached an agreement, the doctor began to change the medicine and linen for Song Jiayao, and checked the wound by the way.

"Girl, you're recovering well, if you don't want to leave a scar, please stick to a vegetarian diet for a while when you get home." The doctor said earnestly, after all, this injury is too obvious, if this girl is not married, this will affect it.

Song Jiayao actually didn't listen carefully to the doctor's instructions to her, nodding vigorously no matter what the doctor said, and then said goodbye to him with Nangong Jin.

"Come, I'll help you get on your horse." Nangong Jin stretched out her hand to her like a gentleman and said gently, Song Jiayao handed his right hand to him, but he didn't expect Nangong Jin to lazily hold her and sit in front.

"Ahh Song Jiayao exclaimed, wanting to break free, only to find that she had been imprisoned in his arms.

"Your wound is not suitable to sit in the back, can I better protect you in the front, or do you prefer to sit in the back and put your arms around my waist?" Nangong Jin was quite a hooligan.

"Stinky rascal." Song Jiayao raised her little pink fist and slammed his chest, which made Nangong Jin laugh loudly.

Nangong Jin deliberately pulled the reins hard, the horse suddenly raised two forwards and roared, Song Jiayao threw herself into his arms like fear, and grabbed his clothes.

"Drive!!" Nangong Jin stepped on the stirrup hard, and the horse flew out like an arrow, and after getting used to it, Song Jiayao looked forward.