"If you dare to come, I will ...... I'll just ......"

"We're here, what are you doing?" The leading brute stepped forward, picked up the woman's jaw with the whip in his hand, and said with a lewd smile.

Outside the firewood room, a tall and thin man in a brown armor shirt pressed his face against the crack in the window lattice, staring intently at the scene inside.

Seeing that the woman in the green dress had no way to retreat, and her face gradually showed a desperate expression of lovelessness, he took a few steps back, turned around and walked to a tall man in silver armor standing in the courtyard, and said in a low voice, "I see that it's almost over, let's go in?" ”

"I didn't even hear the cry, wait." The man looked up at the laurel hanging from a branch in the courtyard with straw cages, and said with an indifferent expression.

"But she's just a boudoir girl after all......"

"A woman's kindness." The man interrupted coldly.

The brown-armored man was silent for a moment, then leaned closer to the window lattice to look inside.

"Whoa—"

Suddenly, there was a rapid and strange cry from the room, as crisp as the striking of a silver bell. The man in the silver armor was surprised, and there was a movement on the laurel tree, and the hanging straw cages suddenly swayed, and then there was a "whoosh" response, one long sound, one covered the other, and then the group of voices converged, and the sound became one, straight as sharp and piercing as a cracked silk brocade.

The barbarians in the room were stunned by this sudden strange noise, and they turned their ears to it. Just as a few people were distracted, the woman in the green dress suddenly pounced on the brute with a knife beside her. The brown-armored man peeping out of the window suddenly said urgently, "Oops, that girl committed suicide......"

The silver-armored man's face sank, and he immediately rushed towards the firewood room, and when he kicked open the wooden door violently, and rushed in with the afterglow of the setting sun in silver armor, the woman in the green dress covered in blood was slowly sliding to the ground.

"Brother Ling Li......"

At the moment when the eyes of the two were intertwined, the bloodless face of the woman in the green dress suddenly squeezed out a pale and strange smile, and she slowly stretched out her arm towards him, but before he could respond, she fell weakly with her limp body. Fall.

At the moment when Ling Li was stunned, the brown-armored man rushed in, and with a "swish" he pulled out the long sword at his waist and fought with the barbarians in the room.

"Song You, be careful!" Seeing that the brown-armored man was attacked in the back, Ling Li reacted quickly, he backhanded out the double knives on his back, and connected the big scimitar of the leading barbarian with a "clang". He clamped the blade of the scimitar with his double knives, and then flipped it, and the brute's scimitar flew to the ground with a "bell". Before the brute could bend down to pick up the knife, he leaned over and sent it, and the frost-white blade stabbed into his chest.

"You, you ......" The leading barbarian stared at Ling Li with round eyes, and before he could finish speaking, Ling Li flicked his wrist, and the blade reversed in his chest, and he instantly fell to the ground like a scarecrow that had removed the scaffold.

The sound of "ping-pong" swords in the firewood room is intertwined with the piercing "shouting" sound outside the window, which is extremely irritating. Ling Li's knife is more ruthless than the other, and the knife takes his life.

Strange to say, after the barbarians in the firewood room were killed by the two of them, the shrill cries of the group of gnats on the laurel tree outside also stopped.

"Your Highness, does this girl know you?" After wiping the blood from the sword on the barbarian's body, Song You turned around and asked.

"I don't know. Hurry up and send the military doctor, she can't die yet. Ling Li threw away the double knives in his hand, hugged the woman in the green dress in his arms, and pressed the knife that was bleeding from her abdomen.

"Yes." Song You took the order and rushed away.

She called him "Brother Ling Li", and no woman in his memory had ever called him that.

Ling Li stared at the pale face of the woman in his arms, and from her slender eyebrows and straight nose, he could see the slightly curled lips like a bow. Valve, finally determined that he should have no contact with her. Over the years, although he has been affectionate, he always remembers the women he has dealed with. Because whether he is awake or drunk, he always wants to find a trace of Shen Chan's shadow from the faces of the women around him. If you look closely, you will remember it.

Since she is Shu Shi'an's granddaughter, she may have seen herself at some party in the palace.

His hand on her wound was soaked with blood, and the moist and sticky feeling of the palm of his hand was upset. Over the years, he had killed countless barbarians in the border city, and he had long been accustomed to being accompanied by blood, but this was the first time he felt so uncomfortable. Is it because she's a woman?

Why isn't this damn medic yet?! The impatience in Ling Li's heart is better than a moment. If she hadn't called "Brother Ling Li" to confuse him, he would have asked Song You to hold the knife for her and call someone himself......

"Your Highness, the military doctor is here!"

As soon as Song You's voice sounded behind him, Ling Li let go of the woman in his arms as if he was running, turned to Bai An, a young military doctor who was running out of breath with a medicine box, and shouted, "Running so slowly, you will practice with the soldiers in the army from tomorrow on......"

Bai An, who was about to cross the threshold, was frightened by these words, and with a "clang", the person fell on the threshold of the firewood room with the medicine box. Ling Li became more and more anxious, stepped forward and grabbed his belt, and threw him in front of the woman in the green dress with the medicine box, "If she dies, you will be dealt with by military law." ”

"Your Highness, you are ...... by a strong man"

Before Bai An's words were finished, Ling Li had already turned around and walked out of the firewood room.

"This girl is Shu Shi'an's granddaughter. Only if she is alive, the nineteen people in this courtyard will not die in vain today! Faced with Bai An's aggrieved face, Song You explained while opening the medicine box for him.

"Nineteen?!" Bai An looked around at the crooked corpses of the barbarians in the firewood room, and suddenly said fiercely, "His grandmother's, these beasts of the western plough!" ”

Knife stabs are commonplace for the military doctor Bai An. But the wound on this Shu girl's abdomen made him very nerve-wracking. What stabbed her was the big scimitar of the West Plough, the blade was wider than the ordinary knife, not to mention the bending arc of the knife edge when stabbing and pulling out, causing the nearby organs to be hooked, and the wound in the abdomen was also doubled. Looking at the bloody and terrifying knife edge, Bai An's stitched hands couldn't help but tremble a little.

Bai An stayed in front of her bed for a few days and nights without closing her eyes, and it can be said that he racked his brains and worked hard to finally save her life.

Ling Li came to inquire about her injuries almost every day, and he couldn't wait to take her back to Yongding and report An Yuan's barbarian incident to the imperial court.

On this day, in the face of Ling Li's inquiry again, Bai An finally gave an affirmative answer, "If you use a carriage to take the post road, you can leave tomorrow." ”

"With a carriage? How long will this go? Ling Li frowned.

Bai An explained, "Miss Shu's wound can't withstand the bumps, even if she walks the post road, she has to ...... slowly."

"Has she woken up?" Ling Li asked.

"Woke up." Seeing that Ling Li lifted the curtain and wanted to enter the tent to see, Bai An added, "I woke up for a while, and I fell asleep again after taking medicine." She was too badly injured, and sleeping more helped the wound heal. ”

"How much can a knife wound weigh?" Over the years, Ling Li has suffered countless injuries, and he has become accustomed to knife wounds.

Bai An whispered, "That scimitar has slashed through the organs in her abdomen. The villain estimated that she would not be able to have children in the future......"

Ling Li was stunned for a moment, and when he turned around, he saw Bai An's face was sad, but he said coldly, "It's okay, she won't go to the ghost gate one less time in the future." ”

"Ghost Gate?" Bai An was a little puzzled.

It wasn't until Ling Li strode away that Bai An understood, as the saying goes, a woman giving birth to a child is passing the ghost gate, and he means that she will not experience the pain of childbirth again. Bai An couldn't help but shake his head, he said it easily, a woman can't have children, how can she settle down in her husband's family?