Although the cold wind was howling, the entire military camp became lively because of the deer that Nangong Ling hunted.

Nangong Ling took a few generals, not only hunted a deer, but also seven or eight foxes, more than a dozen rabbits, on the fire, the meat exuded a strong meat fragrance, after the meat was roasted, everyone did not eat it first, but removed the best part of the meat on it and sent it to Nangong Ling's camp.

It's just that after half a cup of tea, the sound of a woman retching can be heard in the tent.

Everyone was originally sitting around the fire, eating meat, drinking wine, and chatting, but when they heard the vomiting sound of the woman inside, they instantly felt that the meat in their hands was not fragrant.

After a long time, Nangong Ling walked out of the tent with a calm face, and walked towards the tent where Feng Jiutian was placed with a dark face, but after walking a few steps, seeing the crowd around the door of the tent, Nangong Ling paused, frowned, and walked over.

All eyes were on the inside of the tent, and even if anyone approached, no one noticed.

Nangong coldly raised her eyes and looked inside, only to see the woman sitting by the fire wearing only a shirt, her face sank.

Feng Jiutian was not only wearing underwear, but even her shoes and socks were taken off and put aside, and the sound of dry wood cracking came from the fire on the side from time to time, she looked down at the wound on her ankle, and had to say that if a man is not ruthless, if he is ruthless, he is simply not human.

The wound was about the length of a finger, not shallow but not deep, and although it had been bandaged, it was still flesh turned out, with clotted blood clots on it.

Feng Jiutian took a deep breath, picked up the wine jar on the side, and poured the wine inside on the wound, the pain in the heart instantly spread from the wound to the whole body, making her body instantly break out in a cold sweat, and the blood clot was quickly washed away, revealing the flesh and blood inside outward.

And what made everyone even more surprised was that Feng Jiutian actually took out a quilted sewing needle, and then pulled out a green silk from his head.

The green silk passed through the needle hole, and the tip of the needle pierced into the flesh skin on both sides of the wound, and then skillfully tied a knot, only to see that the originally open wound was miraculously closed together, and the needle pierced into the flesh skin again, and everyone looked at it in amazement, and their hearts were secretly shocked.

After many years of fighting, injuries have long been taken for granted, and it is even more common to rinse with wine, but it is the first time to use green silk to mend wounds.

They could almost feel the piercing pain of the needle tip passing through the flesh, but the woman not only did not say a word, but even her brows never wrinkled, the only thing that changed was that a layer of fine sweat oozed from the woman's forehead, and her face turned a little pale.

After the wound was sewn up, Feng Jiutian bandaged the wound with a clean cloth and started the other one.

The woman's hands were skillful, her eyebrows were calm, except for the beads of sweat that kept dripping from her forehead, there was no extra expression, and everyone just watched, watching the girl treat the wounds on her two ankles and begin to deal with the wounds on her wrists.

"Lord Wang!"

Someone in the crowd suddenly saw Nangong Ling and immediately spoke.

When the rest of the crowd saw the people standing behind the crowd, their faces changed, they glanced at each other, and quickly withdrew from the account.

"Feng Jiutian, do you know your identity?"

Nangong Ling spoke coldly, and her gaze swept lightly from Feng Jiu's exposed jade feet.

After two years of marriage, he has not touched her, she is also in the palace to keep herself, gentle and considerate, virtuous and virtuous, but it turns out that all this is just a trick she used to confuse everyone, under her appearance, she is actually a femme fatale, using everyone's trust to wantonly steal Dayan's intelligence.

But now she is forbearing, wanton, calm, and calm, and she is like two people like the previous Feng Jiutian.

"Identity?"

Feng Jiu smiled wistfully, and raised his eyes slightly to look at Nangong Ling.

"Then what does the prince think I should be? Is it the down-and-out princess who was dragged behind by her husband, or the princess of the Western Regions who was abandoned in Dayan by the Western Regions? ”

Nangong Ling's face turned a little colder, her thin lips opened lightly, and she said word by word.

"No matter what your identity is, you are still the princess of this king, in such a large public, you actually appeared in front of many men in your underwear, and you still showed your jade feet, so debauched, shameless, you are shameless, this king will never let you wantonly smear the reputation of Shengwangfu."

"It turns out that the prince wants face?"

Feng Jiu's tone was a little contemptuous, and then he slowly spoke while rinsing the wound.

"It's not that I said, compared to the debauchery of the prince, I am really ashamed of myself in terms of shamelessness and shamelessness."

"Feng Jiutian, you are looking for death!"

Nangong Ling stepped forward suddenly, grabbed Feng Jiu's wrist, and pressed her fingers directly into the wound she had just rinsed.

"Hmm!"

Feng Jiu broke out in a cold sweat, she looked at the wound that had finally stopped the blood, because of Nangong Ling's movements, blood gushed out of it, and it flowed down her wrist drop by drop.

"What? Doesn't it hurt? ”

Nangong Ling laughed mockingly, and a pair of eyes were like the wind and snow in the cold winter, blowing into Feng Jiutian's heart.

"Feng Jiu pours you to this king to remember, I don't care if you were hypocritical before, or you are the real you now, you are just a prisoner of this king after all, this king wants to kill you, it's as simple as crushing an ant to death, you'd better not provoke me."

After speaking, Nangong Ling shook off Feng Jiutian suddenly, got up from the ground, took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped his fingers.

"Yu'er only ate some pastries today to satisfy her hunger because of your words, and since she can't eat it, you don't have to eat it."

A bloodstained handkerchief fell lightly from his eyes, and Feng Jiu tilted his eyes to look at the man's distant figure, his eyes red with anger.

Looking at the bloody wound, Feng Jiuji blinked her eyes to cover the tears in her eyes, the high-intensity training in the previous life let her know that tears were the most useless thing, and she waited until she got used to the pain in her wrist, then she got up from the ground and started to deal with the wound again.

By the time the wounds on her two wrists were sewn up, the sweat had already wet Feng Jiu's clothes, and she leaned against the pillar, panting heavily.

This night, except for Feng Jiutian, the rest of the people never slept all night.

The reason is that Nangong Ling is so painful that the witty girl in her bones almost eats and vomits, especially when she sees the meat, her little face is pale, Nangong Ling stayed by the bed all night, and the rest of the generals tried everything they could, but there was still nothing they could do.

The next day, Feng Jiuji opened her eyes and was a little surprised to see that she was still lying in the tent.

The curtain was lifted, and the young man who had poured medicine to Feng Jiu last night walked in again with a medicine bowl.

"Princess, drink the medicine!"

The young man put the medicine bowl aside, suddenly looked out vigilantly, and carefully took out something wrapped in paper from his arms and stuffed it into Feng Jiutian's arms.

"Princess, hurry up and eat, I secretly hid it for you!"