Qingyun had a strange dream, in which she went back to her childhood, when her family was still living in the countryside, and there was a small river that meandered in front of the door.

In the dream, she saw her father, who had been dead for many years, who was young and handsome, and who was also a little dough ball, sitting on his shoulders and playing her favorite airplane game.

Because she was lifted too high by her father, she screamed in fear, and her two little hands pulled her father's hair tightly, and instead of being angry, her father talked to her loudly to comfort her frightened.

They laughed happily and made a fuss, but in the blink of an eye, the picture changed to her sitting by the river and crying, watching her father being swept away by the sudden surge of the river, and no one in this world was playing crazy with her.

"Don't go...... Don't go, please don't go! ”

She cried in her dreams, begging her father not to leave her, she was afraid that she would grow up alone, but no matter how much she pleaded, her father would not answer her, and only the sound of the rolling river was in her ears.

She cried helplessly, as if only crying could keep her from being afraid......

When Su Yi came in with the medicine, she saw Mu Qingao hugging the crying Qingyun and gently wiping the tears on her face.

"Lord Wang, let me come." Su Yi put down the medicine and said worriedly.

She actually saw a strong tenderness that could not be dissolved from the prince's face, you must know that the prince of Jing is a well-known iceberg prince, no matter what treasures the emperor rewards him, he can't get his smiling face, and even sometimes the emperor owes him a dragon body to recruit him to serve in Beijing, and I have never seen the prince have any warmth for the sick emperor.

"Feed the medicine." Mu Qingao didn't raise his head, his eyes were fixed on Song Qingyun, who was gradually calming down, and he said in a cold tone.

Su Yi didn't dare to slack off, and handed the medicine to King Jing with a tray.

She secretly raised her eyes to meow to the prince, at this time, the man's warm and jade-like face once again appeared incomprehensibly gentle, Su Yi couldn't help but secretly raised her foot and stepped on herself, trying to determine if she was hallucinating.

"Steady!" Mu Qingao raised his head and glared at her dissatisfiedly, Su Yi retracted his thoughts, only to realize that he had spilled some of the decoction in the bowl.

"Yes!" Su Yi only felt that there was a cold gaze above his head that glanced at him, and he hurriedly lowered his head and stood motionless.

Mu Qingao didn't feed the decoction into Qingyun's mouth after a long time, it wasn't that he couldn't take care of people, but Qingyun was still in a nightmare, his teeth were tightly closed, and he didn't cooperate with his movements.

Just as Su Yi racked her brains to help the prince come up with an idea, Mu Qingao suddenly picked up the soup bowl and took a big sip, attached himself to Qingyun's mouth, pried open her teeth with her tongue, and pushed the bitter medicinal juice into her throat little by little.

Instantly plain clothes blushed like boiled prawns, I never expected the prince to come up with such a solution, but ...... It really works.

Song Qingyun's consciousness woke up for a moment, and when she was crying, she felt something on her lips, soft and warm.

She suddenly remembered the scene when she was pushed down on the bed by Zhao Xianling before she fell unconscious, and fear quickly took over her heart, and she began to twist her body wildly, waving her hands vigorously, trying to push away the people who were close to her.

Unexpectedly, her hands were clamped hard, and then she felt that what was attached to her lips suddenly left, and she was confused for a moment, and before she could think clearly, the cold feeling covered her lips again.

So she began to struggle harder, repeating it several times, her strength was exhausted, the burning disappeared, she opened her eyes with difficulty, her eyes touched an unfamiliar face, and her eyes were ...... Deep, but it's a pity that she didn't wake up for a few breaths, and passed out again.

After feeding the medicine, Mu Qingao stared at Qingyun's ruddy lips and was stunned, and Su Yi, who was so nervous that he couldn't breathe, couldn't help but be curious, and secretly looked at King Jing, and what caught his eyes was Mu Qingao, who turned into stone.

"Lord Wang, are you okay?" Su Yi asked in fear, she couldn't figure out why the prince's painting style had returned to its previous coldness.

"Hmm!" Mu Qingao moved his stiff body, put Song Qingyun on his side on the soft big bed, covered the quilt, and then stood up and looked out the window.

"Lord Wang......" Su Yi couldn't help but shout again at the risk of being beheaded.

Ten hours have passed since Song Qingyun was rescued, and it was pitch black outside, what was the prince looking at?

That night, Wang Shuqi's dead soldiers went to the village to sneak attack, and she was indeed smoked by the sweat medicine that went down to wash her feet.

However, she had been trained rigorously for many years, and the drugs could only make her coma for a short time, and she was soon awakened by the noise of the courtyard when the north wind howled and the snow fell.

The wound on her shoulder ached faintly, and she couldn't sleep and wanted to go out to check it, but before she could come out, she heard footsteps in the east wing.

What can Wang Shuqi do in this weather? It was nothing more than as she guessed, leaving Song Qingyun's house.

She chose to leave in this way, which was already weird, so Su Yi hurriedly held her breath, pushed open the door and flashed out.

She was worried that Wang Shuqi's dead soldiers would poison Qingyun and Doubao, so she slipped along the root of the wall to the upper room, and happened to see a black shadow prying Mrs. Song's window lattice.

Without thinking about drawing her sword, she leaned over, and before she could hear the man's scream of pain.

The roaring north wind swept huge snowflakes and smashed them on her face frantically, Su Yi couldn't see what was going on at all, and soon ran over and several people squatted on the ground to check the wailing man, Su Yi had to retreat into the darkness again and watch the changes.

The wailing became smaller and quieter until it disappeared, probably the person fainted in pain, and several people hurriedly carried the person into the house, and in less than half a cup of tea came out one after another, and soon the courtyard was calm, but a fire burst out of the east wing.

The fire battle and wind soon reached the point where it was uncontrollable, and Su Yi was just about to shout to Qingyun to get up, when she heard a voice in the house, she jumped up, flew out, and chased the dead soldiers.

In the end, no one chased after him, and the people of the government also arrested Song Qingyun and put him in prison, Mu Qingao rushed to Liujia Village non-stop to get the news, if it wasn't for Jiang Jue and others to intercede, he almost killed the Suyi who failed to protect the master.

So now Su Yi saw his expression solemn, and her heart tightened for no reason, she was not afraid of death, but she was unwilling, Wang Shuqi put her together, so that Song Qingyun suffered so many crimes, her guilt and self-blame were enough to kill herself thousands of times.

"Get out!"

Mu Qingao's eyes were cold, and the breath exuding from his body was trembling, Su Yi lowered his head in a panic and quietly retreated.

Jiang Jie, who was standing by at any time under the corridor outside the door, saw her come out, hurriedly ran over, and asked nervously, "Is Mrs. Song awake?" ”

Suyi shook her head mechanically, and when the cold wind blew outside, her mind was a little clearer.

"How? Did you find Wang Shuqi? ”

Jiang Jue pursed his lips, with a hint of worry in his eyes, "I have been picked up by someone sent by Wang Xueyuan." ”

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