It was okay to faint that day, but when someone touched her hands up and down, Wen Qingwu only felt goosebumps all over her body. wanted to avoid it, but was pressed by Jiumu: "Don't move." As he spoke, he glanced at Wen Qingwu coldly, full of threats.

Hold back the discomfort in your heart, and after Jiumu finished touching it carefully, she asked with an embarrassed face: "How?" "She is also very concerned about this physical condition.

What I usually feel is more reliable than the doctor's personal investigation.

Jiu Mu didn't speak, frowned, and looked at Wen Qingwu's body thoughtfully.

So it will?

Such a serious injury, not to mention so fast, there is not a trace of it, just like ...... I haven't been hurt at all.

If it weren't for the wound he had personally taken care of that day, he would have wondered if the person in front of him had not been injured at all.

"How so?" Jiumu's eyes were full of incredulity, and his hand was still touching Wen Qingwu's shoulder blades.

Wen Qingwu didn't think of how to answer, but he saw Jiu Mu's eyes change, and he hugged Wen Qingwu into his arms, and a long thin soft sword flew out of his sleeve, and he reached out to block the dagger that stabbed in the air behind him.

Ji Fang covered his heart with one hand, and blood flowed from the gap in his fingertips, but he looked indifferent, only staring at Wen Qingwu in Jiumu's arms.

Then the dagger turned and stabbed straight towards Wen Qingwu.

Jiumu threw Wen Qingwu next to the willow leaves, and wrapped it with a soft sword, and before Ji Fang's dagger got close, he was wrapped by Jiumu's soft sword and couldn't get out.

After Ji Fang turned a few times, more blood flowed out of his heart. His face was getting paler and paler, and his face and lips were losing their color.

His body became weaker and weaker, Ji Fang was entangled with Jiu Mu for a few rounds, and then he no longer hesitated, his body jumped in the air, and slashed at Wen Qingwu in the air, not caring at all about Jiu Mu's soft sword stabbing at his life gate from the side, murderous.

There is quite a posture of dying with Wen Qingwu.

This soaring murderous aura frightened Jiu Mu, and when the soft sword stabbed towards Ji Fang's life, he moved, avoided his death point, turned around, wrapped Ji Fang's waist and abdomen with all his strength, and pulled the body that stabbed at Wen Qingwu towards himself.

Wen Qingwu stood in front of Liu Ye, knowing that with his current skills, he really wanted to match, and he couldn't even beat one of Ji Fang's fingers, so he directly picked up Liu Ye and turned over on the horse.

"You get him, I'll leave first." After saying that, Wen Qingwu did not hesitate to raise his whip and drive the horse down the mountain. She is here, she will only cause trouble for Jiumu, and if she is discovered, it will be even more intelligible, but Ji Fang and Jiumu are both able to avoid people's ears.

Wen Qingwu is very self-aware.

Jiu Mu used a soft hand to deal with Ji Fang, who wanted to turn over and chase Wen Qingwu, and at the same time squinted at Wen Qingwu who was galloping away without hesitation, disgusted and slandered in his heart.

She just shook her hands and left, ignoring him?

Obviously, his skills are better than himself, and he tried his best to protect her. It's good that she doesn't care about his life and death at all, she doesn't care, she doesn't care, she walks so chic and neat.

Although I knew that it was the best arrangement for her to leave now, I still felt a little uncomfortable in my heart.

And Ji Fang in front of him gradually fell behind in the obsession with Jiumu, and became more and more angry, until he was finally stabbed in the abdomen by Jiumu, knocked over to the ground with one palm, and couldn't get up for a long time.

His chest was already stained red with blood pouring out.

Jiu Mu held a soft sword in his hand and looked condescendingly at Ji Fang, who was lying on the ground and couldn't get up.

"You're a dead man?" Although it was an inquiry, the tone was firm. Only a dead soldier would kill a person like this.

Ji Fang was silent, stroking the wound on his heart that was still bleeding.

"On whose orders?" Jiu Mu asked again, and the soft sword turned, and the sword pointed at Ji Fangmen.

The midday wind suddenly rose and rustled through the leaves, startling a tree of birds.

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……

When Wen Qingwu took the willow leaves back to the pergola of the arena, Mei Shufei's sharp eyes saw it at a glance. stopped what he was talking and looked at Wen Qingwu, who was riding a horse straight towards him. There was also a little maid right away.

The people who were talking in the pergola, because of Concubine Mei's movements, couldn't help but turn their heads to look at Wen Qingwu who was running back from the arena, with different faces.

In front of the pergola, Wen Qingwu got off the horse with the willow leaves in his arms.

Willow was still unconscious, but the bright red blood stains on the plain white bandage around her neck made the pergola stir.

Concubine Mei also saw it, she sat upright, and looked at Wen Qingwu who strode in, her face was not pale.

Wen Qingwu put the willow leaves on the ground on the side, and bent forward in a regular manner, his face did not change, but he couldn't see any emotion: "Sumire has seen Concubine Niangniang." ”

The eyes of everyone nearby always swept over the willow leaf lying on the ground, intentionally or unintentionally, and they didn't know if this little girl was dead or not.

Concubine Mei also glanced at the willow leaves lying on the ground. It is a trivial matter whether a little maid dies or lives, but in this autumn hunt, it is not a good thing to die in the small hunting ground she manages.

If he dies after a person, he can be revealed in one sentence, but in front of so many people. Isn't that a slap in the face? Concubine Mei thought about this, and looked at Wen Qingwu's face even worse.

"What's going on?" Concubine Mei Shu was obviously displeased, and her voice became stern. Since she wants to make a fuss, let her take the blame.

"Back to Niangniang's words, it was the concubine and slave who was greedy for fun for a while, ran into the forest, took the horse and fell on the broken branch, and her neck was cut open." Wen Qingwu replied calmly. This tone means that this little girl has no worries about her life.

Everyone in the panicked pergola of Jiang Cai Wen Qingwu saw it, and this little maid could let her go directly to the face of the concubine. Now it's like this, but there is no emotion on his face, and he has a good temperament.

Yang Zhaoyi, who was sitting next to her, leaned against the table, and her eyes turned back and forth from Wen Qingwu and Mei Shufei with a good look.

Where is this good character? It's obviously just a grudge, and his face is just not revealed.

"Tsk, it should be said that it is good concentration." Yang Zhaoyi leaned over and approached Zheng Zhaorong, covered his mouth with a fan, and muttered in a low voice.

Zheng Zhaorong glanced at Yang Zhaoyi helplessly: "Sister, be cautious ......"

Yang Zhaoyi turned back nonchalantly: "What can she do with me?" She can't even do anything about this little talent. ”

'She' naturally refers to Concubine Mui. Yang Zhaoyi's increasingly unscrupulous appearance recently made Zheng Zhaorong sigh, but it was not good to say more.

"All the maids know to follow the master obediently, but you don't keep your duty, how can you set an example if you don't blame you?" Concubine Mei looked at the willow leaves lying on the ground with a cold gaze.

Kindness must be there, but the rules of the harem cannot be less.

"Drag it down, hit ten boards." Concubine Mei waved her hand and instructed the waiter next to her.

If you don't pay attention to the rules like this, hitting ten boards is already a very light punishment.

The lady is so kind.