"Yingzi, are you okay?" The tall woman's surname is Xie, her name is Xie Min, and she is from Gusu.

"Sister, I'm fine, you have a wound on your leg, hurry up and wipe this." Xie Ying threw over a porcelain bottle, Xie Min caught it neatly, pulled off the cork and got some bright yellow liquid into the wound, and soon the wound stopped bleeding.

"Let's go, get out of here." She stood up and carried Xie Ying, who was so tired that she collapsed, and after her figure gradually disappeared into an alley, the street returned to calm.

At dawn, the house where Mu Qingao and Song Qingyun settled suddenly caught fire.

The fire spread rapidly, and Song Qingyun, who was choked up, didn't understand what was happening, and his body was held in Mu Qingao's arms, he whistled quickly, Ji Chen ran over in the heavy snow, and at the moment when the beams collapsed, Ji Chen rushed out of the fire and jumped onto the street.

"How could there be a fire?"

Song Qingyun is now terrified when he sees the firelight, the first time Wang Shuqi burned down her four rooms and caused property damage, the second time Wang Shuqi burned down the Loess Pit Inn, her son Doubao is still missing, this third time ...... It is estimated that it is inseparable from her.

"Someone threw a lot of stone paint into the yard."

There was some stone paint stained on the hem of Mu Qingao's clothes, because the color of the clothes he was wearing was black, so Qingyun didn't notice it, but he could smell some strange smells.

"Stone paint? How do I smell a smell of oil? ”

Mu Qingao didn't know what the oil she was talking about, but stone paint was very precious, and it was extremely flammable with fire, and there would be no more than three people in the entire Great Zhou Dynasty who could get this substance, including him.

The other two, the crown prince Mu Qingsong and the head of the Gusu Xie family, Xie Changming.

Mu Qingao was silent and didn't speak, Qingyun didn't want to ask again, some things were clear, Su Yi told her about the situation of King Jing, but she didn't expect that these people would try their best to deal with him, he is now solving the border plug problem for the Great Zhou Dynasty, why is he so unpopular with some people?

Out of the city and looking back at the black smoke behind him, Qingyun's heart was as uncomfortable as pressing a boulder, Mu Qingao is still like this, what about her baby son? Does anyone in the court know his identity and keep Doubao's life?

Mu Qingao didn't give her any explanation, just blindly urged Jichen to run forward, the snow was falling, the endurance of people and horses reached the limit, and when he turned a large woods, something happened that worried Song Qingyun.

Ji Chen was too tired and lost his vigilance and discernment, its hooves suddenly stepped into the air, and the two people on its back shifted their center of gravity, and they were unguarded and planted into the unfathomable snow hole with Ji Chen.

"Light clouds!" Mu Qingao hugged Song Qingyun's waist tightly, but he forgot that there was a creepy wound on his arm, and without accident, blood bubbled outward, and the snow beside him quickly turned red.

At the same time that Jichen fell into the blood hole, Song Qingyun instinctively grabbed its mane, closed her eyes and held her breath, so as not to let herself inhale too much snow foam, so when Mu Qingao screamed nervously, she turned around, held Mu Qingao's other arm, and said with a short breath, "I'm here." ”

The snow was blown here because of the wind, forming a huge empty shell, except for the hard surface and the soft mess underneath, people and horses had no support, so they could only let their bodies fall down quickly, and Mu Qingao hugged Song Qingyun tightly from beginning to end, not daring to have a trace of relaxation.

They are both unfortunate and fortunate, the place where Jichen fell is a dirt slope, the difference between the top and bottom is dozens of meters, but there are no sharp stones, there is no danger.

In addition to pouring a stomach full of cold snow, his body was not hit by a hard object, and after stopping, Song Qingyun reacted for a while, his head had been carefully protected by Mu Qingao's arms, afraid of experiencing another impact.

"Lord Wang, is it safe now?"

She didn't get a response, and couldn't help but raise her head in surprise, only to see Mu Qingao's eyes slightly closed, her face bloodless, and her lips were pale.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me! ”

Song Qingyun, who was panicked, wiped the snow on Mu Qingao's face three or two times, hugged his head and checked it back and forth, left and right, and found no injuries.

Her gaze moved downward, attracted by the blood stains on the snow that were dotted like red plums blooming, and then looked at the arm that was all from him, Song Qingyun's brain was buzzing, and there was a blank for a moment.

She tore off a corner of her middle coat and reached out to touch Mu Qingao's sleeve pocket for a long time, but she didn't find the porcelain bottle that gave her medicine yesterday, and she suddenly sweated lightly.

She remembered that night Mu Qingao had sealed the acupuncture points on her arm with a few random clicks to stop the bleeding, and in a hurry, she made a gesture, but it made the blood flow faster.

"Damn it!"

Knowing that today, she would bring more trauma medicines such as gold sore medicine with her, she hated that she didn't think well when she left Liujia Village, no matter how hard she tried, the wound on the bandaged would soon ooze fresh blood, and Song Qingyun cried loudly.

God used to joke with her, why did he bring a new disaster to her when she was hoping to find Doubao soon?

She can't abandon Mu Qingao, no matter whether she has feelings for him or not, along the way, Mu Qingao has always taken good care of her.

Just as Qingyun was crying hoarsely, the sound of chaotic footsteps suddenly sounded behind her, and Jichen swayed around her restlessly with his hooves, while gently hitting her back with his brush-like tail.

Song Qingyun turned around, Ji Chen's long face spewed out a breath in front of her eyes, then raised her head, and in the direction Song Qingyun saw several black shadows running towards her.

Song Qingyun didn't care about wiping her tears, she stood up in a panic and helped Mu Qingao, but she was powerless and couldn't pull up the unconscious Mu Qingao.

Seeing that the people were getting closer and closer, she simply pulled out Mu Qingao's long sword and stared at those people with cold eyes, looking like a female leopard protecting her calves.

The other party's clothes were exactly the same as those in the loess pit, and he smelled a fishy smell before he got close.

Song Qingyun stared at them vigilantly, and the people who came did not act rashly.

"Girl, we are on a caravan to Rongcheng, and we found an avalanche here, so we came over to take a look."

Seeing that the other party had no malicious intent, Song Qingyun nodded at the person who spoke, "We went to Rongcheng to find someone, and we got lost in a storm halfway. ”

"In that case, please come with us, you should be from the Great Zhou Dynasty, right? When we meet old acquaintances in other places, we should take care of each other. ”

There is no better way at this time, and they must have carried medicine with them when they walk on the side all year round.

Acquiescing to a few people to lift Mu Qingao onto Jichen's back, Song Qingyun was still holding the sword in his hand, walking behind, his body tense.

She didn't know why she was still on high alert, maybe it was the assassinations that had been going on all the time these days, or the moment when Mu Qingao gave up her life to protect herself, which moved her.

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