"Little two, two upper rooms."

Song Ling took out a silver ingot from Murong Chong's money bag and put it on the table.

The gates were closed, and she could not go out to-night, except for the early to-morrow morning, when she rode her horse in a hurry.

Murong Ling and they should be on foot now, I don't know if they will change horses temporarily after the next level, hey......

Only tomorrow will speed up......

She went out of the city late at night, one, she might not be able to get out, even if she did, it was too suspicious, whether it was for King Wu or the Song family, it would bring trouble.

It's all because she didn't stop when she looked at Murong Ling at that time!

"Guest officer, I'm really sorry, there is only one inferior room now, you see ......"

"Let's go!"

"Stay!"

Murong Chong was stunned and couldn't help but look at her.

He was still in a daze, and Song Ling had already taken the key first.

"Girl, go upstairs to the end of the right-hand side."

She had already strode upstairs, and Murong Chong hurriedly chased after her.

"Are you sure you want to live here? There was only one room left. ”

"I'm afraid your wound is going to be inflamed, this big night, are we still looking for inns everywhere in the dark?"

"What if you alarm the people of the court, your face is very conspicuous, okay!"

Song Ling said, looking at him with disgust.

Being too good-looking can sometimes be a nuisance.

"You are the king of Zhongshan in the Great Sima, you were injured and bleeding and walked to the gate of the city, the guards were scared to death, they must have sent you to the palace to see the imperial doctor as soon as possible, how dare you be let out of the city!"

"If the Queen Mother is to blame, who can afford it!"

She muttered, and casually pushed the door open, his wound needed to be treated in time.

"Don't make so much trouble, just stay there, and we'll go our separate ways early tomorrow morning."

Murong Chong was stunned for a moment, how could this girl speak like a master.

She put her sword on the table and looked at the unfamiliar furnishings in the inn, a trace of loss crossed her heart.

The Song Mansion was sealed, and she could still live in the Wu Wangfu before, but now, where can she go except for the guest house?

Big brother, our home is gone.

"What's wrong?"

As if to see the sadness in her eyes, he suddenly lowered his voice and asked.

"Nothing."

She replied hastily that even if she told him, he wouldn't help her.

The heavy rain at the car door and his determination will be clearly printed with the word respect and humility.

"Sit down, I'll bandage your wound."

"No need, I'll do it myself." Murong Chong subconsciously refused.

She raised her eyebrows impatiently, and said angrily, "Your Highness, if you can bandage one hand, I count you as capable." ”

"Song Ling, you dare to talk to this king like this!"

Murong was so angry that his eyes lit up, but he was helpless against her.

"Anyway, I'm homeless, even if I offend His Highness, at most I will go to prison to accompany my eldest brother, which is not bad."

Song Ling's eyes darkened, and no matter how bitter he was, he sighed silently.

She gently lifted Murong Chong's sleeves, only to see that the two openings were already swollen, and the cracks were swelled by a fingernail.

She couldn't help frowning, the wound was already a little inflamed, but fortunately he didn't want to go out of the city first, otherwise the wound would be delayed any longer, and he didn't know what it would swell into and how much blood would be shed.

Unexpectedly, this time, he did not refuse.

Murong Chong was stunned for a moment, he didn't know why, listening to what she said, his heart was inexplicably distressed.

She is a woman, and it is very difficult and tiring to support a family.

Even if she is Song Ling, even if she has some brains and skills, she still sighs in vain on this cold night, looking at the sealed door.

Suddenly, she grabbed Murong Chong's trouser leg with one hand, and pulled it violently with the other, and before he could react to what she was going to do, he heard her cry of pain.

"It's really good material, and I can't tear it off." She shook her hand and grumbled.

"What are you going to do!"

Murong Chong was uncomfortable and pushed her away.

"Your wounds need to be treated immediately, immediately!"

With that, she walked straight to the table, picked up her long sword, ripped off the scabbard, and walked over domineeringly.

"Song Ling! What are you doing! ”

Murong Chong stood up suddenly, and when he saw her holding a long sword, pressing step by step, he subconsciously stepped back.

Seeing this, Song Ling couldn't help but laugh in his heart, and a trace of cunning immediately crossed his bright eyes.

"King Zhongshan, it's just you and me tonight, and your subordinates think you're out of the city." After speaking, her eyes were cold, showing murderous intent, "I just want to ask you, will you help my eldest brother?" ”

"If you had the intention of killing me, you wouldn't have saved me just now."

Murong Chong looked quite calm, "I'm just afraid that you will be clumsy, holding a sword, and your clothes will not be cut, and you will add a few scars to me." ”

Song Ling's long sword swirled, and in the blink of an eye, she had already cut two long cloths from her sleeve, "Hey, you have too much to do." ”

She dipped a long cloth in water, and without saying a word, pulled him to the table and sat down, lifting his sleeve again, carefully wiping the blood from the side of the wound.

After shedding blood all the way, Murong Chong seemed to be a little tired, so he fiddled with her.

The blood stain from the wound gradually cleared away, and she could clearly see the two scars that were diagonally opened.

Although the wound was already swollen, she could still vaguely see the smoothness of the knife marks, and only a fairly fast knife technique would leave such a scar.

Thinking about the man in black, she couldn't help but be a little afraid, such a powerful left-handed knife technique, how could she not know its name when she was in Yecheng?

Even though she made him lose his hand, the slanted knife mark was shallow, but it was not unusual.

It's a one-of-a-kind master!

"Do you know who attacked you?"

Murong Chong was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought again, such a fast sword technique, such a sharp shot, he really wanted to know, is this person a descendant of the Yang family?

If you are a person from the Qin State, you must be a brave general, and if you sneak into Yecheng, you must have a plan!

Don't be careless!

"I don't know."

"His knife technique, I've seen it, it's quite weird, not like an idle person."

When she saw Murong Chong's frowning and contemplating appearance at this moment, she knew that this person was by no means ordinary.

"Dare to kill your big Sima Zhongshan King, the courage is really not ordinary."

"Do you know that his skills are by no means ordinary, and he rushed over just now, not looking for death?"

Although he said disdain, there was still a trace of warmth in his heart.

At least, she chose to go out of her way to save him.

"Two people, I guess I have some chance of winning."

She put down the blood-stained strip of cloth and replied nonchalantly.

"You saved me to help your eldest brother?"

"I didn't think about it that much."

"You don't always feel like everybody has something to do."

She frowned, to be honest, she didn't like the way he always looked at him, as if he had to see through someone.

"Is it wrapped?" As if seeing the displeasure in her eyes, he asked coldly.

"Alright."

As soon as Song Ling finished speaking, Murong Chong withdrew his arm.

"I'm just bandaging you briefly, before you leave the city tomorrow, you'd better go to a doctor and get some medicine."

He was a little tired, and lay down on the bed, waved his hand at her, and motioned for her to be quiet.

He looked at the careful bandaging on his left arm, his eyes moving slightly, and then slowly closed his eyes heavily.

With so much blood shed, it was time for him to rest.

Song Ling opened the window, moved a few stools, tilted one leg to the edge of the window, looked up at the starry sky, and gradually remembered him again.

Murong Ling, are you okay now?

I hope the time will pass soon, and tomorrow morning, she will go to him.

About an hour later, she was a little sleepy, but she was afraid that if she fell asleep, she would miss the hour tomorrow morning.

She got up and opened the window wider, trying to let the cold wind blow her to her senses.

At this time, she just inadvertently looked downstairs, but saw a figure shuttling quickly in the dark night, extremely fast, like a phantom, but the long knife he held in his left hand made her see it clearly.

She looked around, but found the man stopped at the corner of the long street, and saw him put away the long knife, took off the longbow on his back, and seemed to have taken some paper out of his bosom and pierced the tip of the arrow.

And the direction that the tip of the arrow points in is the Fanyang Palace.

Whether it was his body shape or the long knife in his left hand, it looked very much like the man who fought with Murong Chong just now.

This person's behavior is quite suspicious, I'm afraid he is doing something unspeakable!

Song Ling glanced at Murong Chong, who was sleeping, picked up the long sword on the table, and chased him out.