Wei Luo shrank his head into his arms and began to cry again.

Jing Ling stretched out his hand to stroke her hair, and listened to her cry so vigorously, somehow, the mountains of torment, pain, joy, and ecstasy that had piled up in his heart all calmed down very quickly.

He touched her face, stroked her little nose, and whispered, "Why are you crying again?" ”

When Wei Luo heard this, he cried even louder. She cried and cried, and suddenly there was a throbbing pain in her chest!

The pain came so violently, so intensely. Wei Luo cried hoarsely, and quickly opened his mouth to gasp for breath.

After gasping for two sentences, feeling the pain in his chest ease a little, Wei Luo lowered his eyebrows, held his breath decisively, and entered a state of internal breathing.

This series of changes came too fast and too violently, Wei Luo's crying stopped abruptly, it was a rapid gasp, Jing Ling just reached out and pulled up her little face, she was already motionless, her eyes were slightly closed, her face was as white as paper, and her breathing was so low that it was almost inaudible.

Jingling's handsome face suddenly turned pale.

He lifted Wei Luo's chin and called out with a trembling voice, "Domain Master? Domain Master? ”

"The minister is here!"

"Lonely child, why not?"

His voice was low, trembling with an indescribable panic. But he suppressed and restrained this panic to the death.

The carriage came to a halt in a hurry, and the driver quickly jumped out of the carriage, lifted the curtain, and looked at the two men.

He had just glanced over to Wei Luo. saw Wei Luo in Jingling's arms, and opened his eyes gently. As soon as she opened her eyes, she smiled brightly at Jingling, and said softly and weakly: "The lung injury is very serious, and the pain is unbearable, let me recuperate." ”

After saying these words, Wei Luo closed his eyes again.

Jing Ling lowered his head, he hugged her tightly in his arms, and ordered in a deep voice: "You can retreat!" ”

When the master heard this, he crossed his hands and said, "No! ”

The master took a few steps back, stared at the two people who were hugging each other motionlessly, and watched, he closed the curtain and sighed lowly.

As soon as the sigh sounded, several whispers shouted at the same time, "Madame is fine, the prince is unharmed, and the Jin Kingdom is unharmed, how can you shake it?" ”

"Master Chou, why sigh?"

"When there is no end to joy, why sigh?"

A few voices were all masters riding horses and guarding beside the carriage. At this time, they rarely asked the domain master with a rare unanimous caliber.

Master Chou was a man in his thirties, and in the face of the accusations of his companions, he reached out and touched his nose, and said sneeringly:

"It's just a sigh."

Minutes and seconds passed.

About half an hour later, Wei Luo opened his eyes again.

She raised her head and smiled at Jingling Yan first. In the blink of an eye, the smile turned into bitterness, and her hand involuntarily touched her lower abdomen.

She lowered her head, rubbed her face in his arms, sobbed, choked and complained, "You don't want me anymore, why do you come back?" ”

Jing Ling was bowing his head and smiling softly at her. Hearing this, he asked in surprise, "I don't want you?" His voice grew bitter, "Why do you say that?" ”

Wei Luo's mouth flattened, and he choked up: "You, you give me a fief, and leave in the morning, you don't leave me, and you don't let people stop me." I, I keep looking back, keep looking back, I, I really want you to catch up. But, you, you don't want me。。。。。。 ”

Jingling was stunned.

He looked at Wei Luo blankly, for a long time, but he could only smile bitterly, "My child, how can I not want it?" I, I just wanted to chill you。。。。。。 For the last few words, his voice was extremely low.

Jing Ling lowered his head, facing Wei Luo's watery black jade eyes, at her red little nose, and pity Dasheng in his heart, he couldn't help but sigh: "If you can really give up, you will give it up a long time ago, why 。。。。。。 ”

His voice was a little muffled, and Wei Luo didn't hear it clearly.

In order to hear his words clearly, she simply stopped sobbing and only pricked up her ears vigorously and listened intently.

Seeing that she finally stopped crying, Jing Ling lowered his head, gently imprinted his thin lips on her forehead, and said in a low voice: "Xiao'er, in the future, Hugh will scare me again。。。。。。 ”

When he said this, hatred suddenly appeared in his heart. As soon as his thin lips opened, he stretched out his teeth and bit her earlobe, only to take a bite, his heart, the tip of his lips and nose, smelling her familiar body fragrance, feeling the warmth and smoothness of her skin, and suddenly gushing out boundless satisfaction and happiness.

So, he let go, put his forehead against hers, closed his eyes, and hugged her tighter.

Wei Luo stretched out his arms around his waist.

When she didn't see him, she swallowed her tears. When facing death, she did not feel that she had the right to shed tears, and she had the need to shed tears. However, with him by her side, she didn't know why, the tears always stopped, and the grievances were even more surging like the Yellow River, and the flow was inexhaustible.

However, if she really wanted her to scold him a few words, she was reluctant.

Holding her like this, her lips trembled and trembled, the tip of her heart ached and hurt, and she wanted to tell him about the miscarriage several times, but she always couldn't help but think: Wait, wait, this moment, can't make him too uncomfortable.

The two hugged each other like this.

Jing Ling pressed her tightly in his arms, his lips kept close to her neck, and the tip of his nose kept breathing her body fragrance.

In the midst of the swaying, Jing Ling's hoarse voice came, "Xiao'er, you," he rolled his Adam's apple, wanting to comfort her child, but he couldn't open his mouth.

Wei Luo pressed his face against his chest and muttered, "What? ”

Jing Ling closed her mouth, she couldn't hear what was going on.

If you can't hear it, you can't hear it, and Wei Luo doesn't care. She just closed her eyes and rubbed in his arms, and rubbed and rubbed.

As we walked, the carriage stopped.

Jingling lifted the curtain and saw a hillside in front of him, the grass on the hillside grew neatly, but it was not deep, and the wild flowers on the slope were everywhere, and butterflies were flying.

He hugged Wei Luo and jumped out of the carriage.

Jingling strode towards the top of the slope.

After a while, the two came to the opposite side of the hill.

Below the slope is a stretch of primeval forest as far as the eye can see.

The two of them stood on the slope, and the south wind was blowing, and it was cold all over the body for a while.

Jing Ling put Wei Luo on his lap and sat down slowly.

He turned her face, and saw that on her little face, tears and snot were still muddled, and he couldn't help but pull his thin lips.

He stretched out his long sleeves and gently and gently wiped the scars from her face.

His movements are very light and gentle. This is true gentleness. In the past, even when the two of them were entangled, there was impatience in his gentleness, and that action hurt her at every turn. But at this moment, his stroking is like a spring breeze.

The two hugged each other like this, snuggling up to each other.

The south wind is blowing slowly. Behind them, there was the sound of fierce fighting. The sound of gold and iron resonates, sharp and piercing. In the sound of gold and iron, Wei Luo faintly heard the Marquis of Zhongshan shouting loudly: "Close the city gate!" Close the gates quickly! ”

Immediately after, there was the sound of the gate of the city closing.

However, whether it was the Chu people who rushed straight at the beginning and were arrogant, or the Chu people who were now in the middle of the battle and retreated step by step, none of them glanced at the Marquis of Zhongshan, and none of them retreated to the city in order to survive!

Therefore, the screams of the Marquis of Zhongshan, the hastily closed city gates, are extremely ridiculous in the eyes of every outsider.

All of this has nothing to do with Wei Luo, nor does it have anything to do with Jingling.

He just hugged her tightly and hugged her。。。。。。。

And Wei Luo, who had just calmed down, began to wonder at this time, she didn't know why Jingling was so excited? He, he behaves today as if she had been lost and regained. Could it be that he knew he was almost dead? He, he 。。。。。。

Her mind was in a mess, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps.

The footsteps walked down the hillside, and faintly, I heard the master of the driver whispering, "Wait a little one!" ”

"No."

Jing Ling raised his head, he slowly let go of Wei Luo and slowly stood up.

He held Wei Luo's hand tightly, turned his head and asked in a deep voice, "What's the matter?" ”

Master Zhou took a step forward, bowed to Jingling, and said loudly: "The minister thinks that these more than a dozen people are protecting their wives to the death, and the king will be rewarded!" ”

Master Qiu is reminding Jingling that those swordsmen have a mortal protection for Mrs. Jin, and he should be rewarded immediately, in public, to comfort the hearts of the aspirants. Don't just indulge in the love of your children, grievances and grievances can't be clear, rewards and punishments can't be timely.

Jing Ling nodded, he bowed deeply to the master standing on the side, and said gratefully: "Jing Ling is rude, thank you for mentioning a little bit or two." ”

Master Chou nodded, calmly accepting his salute.

After Jingling finished saluting, he turned his head to look at the swordsmen.

There were nineteen swordsmen standing in front of him. In addition to the twelve intact, there were seven other people, who were disabled by Wei Luo when he first entered the Zhongshan Post House to protect her.

Wei Luo looked at these people, and he also felt a sense of shame in his heart. She stood beside Jingling, facing everyone, and said ashamedly: "Fortunately, all the kings protect each other, and the concubine and the king can get together." Please accept one of the concubines. ”

The swordsmen straightened their chests and accepted Wei Luo's salute with a calm face.

Jing Ling's gaze swept over the swordsmen's faces one by one.

With a smile on his face, he asked gently, "But you have something to ask, but you can be straightforward. ”

A Jin swordsman stepped forward.

He crossed his hands towards Jingling and said loudly: "The minister is a minister of Jin, and he is also a minister of his wife, and he dare not ask!" ”

"Good!"

Jing Ling praised, his gaze swept over the Jin people, and ordered: "All the kings are not afraid of life and death, and the righteous are also sincere!" May I give thousands of acres of fertile land and be exempted from military service for life! ”

The people of the Jin Dynasty were overjoyed, they saluted Jingling together, and said loudly: "Thank you!" ”

The thousand acres of fertile land they received from this reward were equivalent to a small lord that could be passed down from generation to generation. Lifetime exemption from labor and military service, in such an era of frequent wars, are also extremely high rewards. Therefore, all the Jin people showed a look of satisfaction.

Jingling turned his head to look at a few Qi people, and said with a smile: "Can you ask for something?" ”

As early as when he rewarded the Jin people, several Qi people were talking to each other, and when they heard Jingling ask, the Qi people standing in the middle stood up. He crossed his hands towards Jingling and said, "I am adrift at the age of age, my body is like duckweed, and I am willing to appreciate it with you." ”

The monarchs in his mouth are naturally those Jin swordsmen.

Jing Ling nodded and said, "Yes." ”

"Thank you!"

After Jing Ling motioned to Duke Chou to register these people one by one, he turned his head and looked at Wu, who was standing quietly on the side, looking at Wei Luo blankly, his face uncertain.