Song Qingyun, who had nightmares all night, woke up and found that she was holding a soft pillow in her arms, she saw Doubao in her dream, thinking that the child was in her arms, so she was not so sad as crying.

She lowered her head and sniffed the soft pillow, there was a faint scent of sandalwood, it should have never been used, and the only one in the entire team who could enjoy this kind of treatment was Lord Jing, could it be that he stuffed it for himself?

Just as she was thinking wildly, Mu Qingao helped Jiang Jie, who was covered in blood, in, and she sat up directly from the bed in fright, pulled the wound on her head, and gently "hissed" in pain.

Mu Qingao's eyes drifted over and looked at her worriedly.

Song Qingyun couldn't care about his wounds, pointed at the unconscious Jiang Jue and asked, "...... Jiang, what's wrong with Master Jiang? Who beat him like this? ”

As soon as the words fell, Liu Yanping came in with a medicine box on his back, and then several more people came in with hot water.

"Miss Song, please bear with me, there is no stove in other tents, and Jiang Jue has lost too much blood, so I have to wronged you."

Liu Yanping bowed to her, and the men behind him neatly pulled up a piece of black cloth to separate Song Qingyun and prevent her from seeing the bloody scene.

You don't need to look at it to know that he was seriously injured, and the tent was filled with the smell of blood, and suddenly a white hand reached in from outside the black cloth and threw a plain white silk handkerchief into Song Qingyun's arms.

Song Qingyun raised his head and met Mu Qingao's cold eyes, with a hint of tenderness between his eyebrows, "Cover it." ”

She did it mechanically, but in her heart she didn't think so, her workshop was filled with this smell of blood every day, let alone look at the wound, it didn't matter if she looked at the dead.

Soon Jiang Jie's wounds were taken care of, and through their low-pitched conversation, Qingyun learned that Jiang Jue had been attacked by someone.

Wasn't he here last night?

Song Qingyun had a plan in her heart, Jiang Jue was escorting her home, and she was attacked halfway, I am afraid that she will not be able to get rid of it.

After everyone retreated, Song Qingyun coughed his throat, and soon Mu Qingao's handsome face appeared on the top of the black cloth.

"That...... I want to ask, is it because of me that Master Jiang was injured? ”

"It has nothing to do with you, the Hu people have been making a lot of trouble recently, and even in the mountains, they can't stop the attack of the outlaws."

"You didn't lie to me?" Song Qingyun asked uncertainly.

"Of course, I have no reason to lie to you, but Yanping said that your foot injury is very serious, and you have to bleed every day, and Jiang Jue is injured again, you must follow me during this time, understand?"

"I'm not that squeamish."

Her son's life and death are uncertain now, can she stay with peace of mind? As long as she still has a breath, she will not leave Doubao alone in the deserted side, last night's dream has made her physically and mentally exhausted and heartbroken.

Mu Qingao seemed to see through Qingyun's thoughts, he raised his eyebrows and said, "I have already sent someone to look for Doubao, you are a woman, you still don't walk around outside." ”

"Are you discriminating against me?" Song Qingyun frowned dissatisfiedly, was he talking too casually? And it's still machismo, and there is mockery in her tone.

"No, it's not, I'm just for your good."

After leaving a sentence with unknown meaning, Mu Qingao went out, and soon someone came over to bring her food, noodles and beef.

However, Mu Qingao never went into the tent to visit her again, but Liu Yanping came diligently, pricked her foot with a needle, released a lot of black blood, and after applying the ointment, soon her toes were not so cold and piercing.

During this period, Qingyun asked him about the inn, and learned that Su Yi was gone, and he was suddenly in chaos and panicked.

"Madam, there is a person named Zhao Mingzhu, do you know him?" Liu Yanping saw that her face was gloomy, so he pricked a needle on her acupuncture point to dredge the depression.

"Yes, she burned to death?"

"No, the prince went to the inn and didn't find anyone, but he saved her, and she insisted that Miss Wang hurt you."

"Huh!" Qingyun sneered, the dead girl has a little conscience.

"She's right, it's a ghost made by Wang Slut, as long as I don't die for a day, I won't let her have a good time." At this time, Song Qingyun's gritted teeth were really hideous, and he couldn't wait to break Wang Shuqi's corpse to relieve his hatred.

Liu Yanping was speechless, women were crazy and could do anything.

"What did Lord Liu mention about her?" After sulking for a while, Song Qingyun came back to his senses and asked in a deep voice.

"The prince saw that she was pitiful, so he sent someone to send her to Shudi, and in the future, when the lady enters the house, she will have a good care."

Hearing this, Song Qingyun's face was so cold that it was like a layer of silver frost, Liu Yanping shook his legs, and said with a sneer, "What's more, Miss Wang has the holy decree in her hand, and the prince has to arrange her to live in the Shudi palace temporarily. ”

Song Qingyun's eyes widened instantly, and the mood that had been hazy for a long time was broken by a sudden happy event, and his smiling eyebrows and eyes were full of happiness.

"It's rare for your prince to be so understanding, please tell your prince and tell him to rest assured, Zhao Mingzhu is the best at taking care of people, and he will definitely satisfy Wang Slut."

Liu Yanping nodded sheepishly and said again.

"Madam, for now, you still have to recover from your injuries, Little Master Doubao Jiren has his own natural appearance, and he will come back safely."

"Thank you for your good words."

After a day of trimming, the team continued to move towards the deep mountains, the continuous snow line could not be seen, the mountains looked deep and vast under the cover of snow, if it was not for the war, Qingyun really wanted to spread some joy and relax in the snow.

"Where are we going?" When she was resting at night, Liu Yanping came over to give her acupuncture, and Qingyun asked curiously.

"Rongcheng, the palace of King Beihu."

"Huh? Didn't you go to the border to fight? ”

"If you don't enter the tiger's den, you can get the tiger, catch the king of Beihu, and then teach him a lesson, telling him to take good care of his people, and they are not the only ones who suffer from snowstorms, and the people of Dazhou have no food to eat, and they have not seen them go to Beihu to burn and loot."

Qingyun was stunned when he heard this, if he could rely on his lips to fight, Liu Yanping would definitely be able to do it.

"Lord Liu, whose idea is this? Was the king of Beihu easily caught? ”

"It's difficult, so far, no one has ever seen the king of Beihu Xinli, who is said to be brave and good at fighting, ruthless, and insidious and cunning."

Song Qingyun had a white face, and spit out a few words to Liu Yanping for a while, "You princes, you are really crazy." ”

No one has ever dared to scold Prince Jing so freshly and refinedly, the corners of Liu Yanping's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but admonish, "Madam, be cautious in your words and deeds, Lord Wang, he doesn't like to be praised like this." ”

"Thank you Lord Liu for reminding me, I trespassed." The two were polite, and Liu Yanping, who couldn't hold back his laughter, slipped away with the medicine box.

Song Qingyun fell into deep thought, since Mu Qingao made the decision to go to Beihu, does it mean that Doubao is no longer in the loess pit?

At least one thing is certain, Doubao is not in Wang Shuqi's hands, and what she said before was to scare herself.

Although he had been in contact with Mu Qingao for a short time, somehow, Qingyun didn't have any doubts about him, and he might save himself from Wang Shuqi's hands and treat him kindly.

Another point, Song Qingyun always felt that he had seen him somewhere, and when he tried to think about it, his mind was blank again, and he felt a faint pain after thinking too much, so he had to give up.

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