Feng Qiuyin seemed to be suddenly hugged into the warm quilt from the ice water, warm and comfortable, in a coma, he desperately hugged the warm source, as if he wanted to integrate himself with the warm source.

Wanqing didn't resist, just let him hug her tightly...... ...... tightly.

The night is deep, the night is thick...... Everything, quiet everywhere, began to fall asleep.

She couldn't sleep peacefully, looking at that beautiful face, her heart slowly calmed down, closed her eyes, and fell asleep lightly.

In his arms, from the initial unsteady, to gradually sleep peacefully, no longer trembling badly, the fever on his body began to recede.

I don't know how long it took, but she felt that someone gently pushed her, and she woke up suddenly, only to find that it was Shuang'er.

She had already decocted the medicine, and got up slowly, as if she was afraid of waking up Feng Qiuyin, Wanqing took the medicine bowl in her hand and said softly: "Give me this medicine, it's not dawn yet, you go back to sleep for a while." ”

She saw that Wanqing was not sleeping well, and the circles around her eyes were red, so she shook her head and said with concern: "Miss, let's feed the slave maid, you go to the slave room to sleep peacefully, lest you will be dizzy again tomorrow morning." ”

In fact, she didn't say it, Wanqing still knew the truth, she didn't have a miscarriage for long, and if she stayed up late, her body would definitely not be able to bear it.

Looking back at Feng Qiuyin, his face was no longer red, and his face was no longer as pale as before, although his eyebrows were still frowning, but at least it wasn't so painful.

But after all, I couldn't rest assured, so I persuaded Shuang'er again, and said: "It doesn't matter to me, it's better to stay and sleep, if I go to your room, I'm afraid that it will be easy to be discovered, and when the time comes, I will be speechless." ”

Shuang'er felt that Wanqing was reasonable, so she didn't insist anymore, and left cautiously after handing over the bowl of medicine to Wanqing.

Wanqing put down the bowl of medicine, then spread a rag on Feng Qiuyin's chest, and then slowly picked up the bowl of medicine, scooped a spoonful, blew it, and then carefully handed it to his mouth.

Sure enough, just as she expected, some of the liquid slowly trickled down his mouth and down his neck to his wound, but she was fortunate to think of it, and the rag was there to cover his wound.

After the medicine was fed, Wanqing couldn't help yawning, this night, she basically didn't sleep, she was unbearable sleepy, so she lay on the side of his bed and took a nap for a while.

At the same time, in the camp of the Yue Kingdom, there were bursts of mournful wails, and everyone who passed by would stop and look at it with strange eyes.

"Oh, my son, you died so miserably!" In the tent, a rickety old man knelt on the ground and wept bitterly, a piece of letterhead in his hand had been crushed by him, and a group of subordinates beside him also knelt on the ground, looking closely, their eyes were filled with tears.

"City Lord Ouyang, please mourn and change, I really didn't expect such a thing to happen to Ling Lang." Next to him, the monarch of Yue Guo bent down and stretched out his hand to help him up.

But Ouyang Jian was indeed stunned by grief, he waved away the hand stretched out by the monarch with one hand, stood up, and arched his hand and said: "Please attack the whole army under Your Majesty, and you will definitely break Feng Qiuyin's body into ten thousand pieces, so as to avenge my son!" ”

Seeing him say this, the monarch of the Yue Kingdom made a mistake for a while, the army of the Yue Kingdom is less than half of the Niwa Dynasty, and the small invasion on weekdays is okay, if it is a frontal hard fight, it really needs to be considered in the long run.

Seeing that the monarch was embarrassed, Ouyang Jian couldn't help but get angry, and threatened: "The military strength of the Yue Kingdom is strongly supported by the Ouyang family, if His Majesty feels embarrassed, then I, Ouyang Jian, will have no choice but to cut off the economic support of the Yue Kingdom!" With that, he turned and was about to leave.

"Wait!" The monarch of Yue Guo panicked, and immediately chased after him, saying: "The city lord must not, everything is negotiable!" ”

Ouyang Jian turned his head, a bitter smile rose at the corner of his mouth, and said: "Please understand the pain of the old minister's loss of his son, and allow the old minister to return to the field and return to his hometown!" ”

The monarch of the Yue Kingdom wanted to say something, but it could be seen that he looked firm, and he didn't know where to start, and at this moment, a crisp voice came, and then he saw a young man dressed in white walking out, "Please also ask the city lord Ouyang to stay!" ”

Following the prestige, the person who came was the prince of Yueguo, Bai Fengyun.

"The old minister's intention to retreat has been decided, and the prince doesn't need to say much!" Before Bai Fengyun could speak, Ouyang Jian had already opened his mouth to refuse.

Bai Fengyun looked calm after hearing this, and said: "Ouyang City Lord's support for our country is very important, and my country will not abandon its partners, it is nothing more than Ling Lang's hatred, and our country will definitely let Feng Qiuyin have an explanation." ”

"Oh? Does Your Highness have a clever plan? Ouyang Jian was puzzled, so he asked.

"To put it too clearly, you tend to lose the mystery of the thing itself, but please rest assured, as long as you continue to support our military strength, I have a way to make Feng Qiuyin die without a place to be buried!"

"It turns out that His Highness has a wishful thinking!" Brushing his beard, Ouyang Jian and Bai Fengyun both laughed.

Early in the morning, before dawn, Feng Qiuyin woke up, her butterfly-like eyelashes trembled slightly, she stretched out her hand to support herself, but she felt more and more weak, and there were bursts of pain in her chest from time to time. Thinking back to the situation last night, he suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly, maybe, Wanqing, has already left, right?

He sighed softly and looked sideways, and when the porcelain face came into view, there was shock, doubt, and a faint relief on his face.

It turns out that she has her own in her heart.

But in the next second, his face darkened, and he kicked Wanqing down fiercely, and roared in an extremely disgusted tone: "Hey, woman, get up, is this your place to be?" ”