She panicked and ran back onto the main street.

The soldiers on the street were cleaning up the invaders, and Su Yuanyuan was lucky, hoping that a soldier would come to his rescue.

But the three people behind him were chasing after him, and they were about to catch up with Su Yuanyuan.

A man in front of him was riding a white horse, his clothes were flying, and he had completely lost his warm appearance before.

Qi Rui's eyes were sharp, and there was only Su Yuanyuan's panicked face in his eyes.

He stretched out his arm towards Su Yuanyuan, trying to scoop her up from the ground.

But at this moment, another black horse came out of nowhere, almost falling from the sky, Jiang Wenzheng, dressed in a dark robe, bent down to scoop Su Yuanyuan up from the ground and put it in front of the saddle.

The horses were too tall and constantly bumping, Su Yuanyuan was afraid that he would fall, so he hugged Jiang Wenzheng's waist tightly.

The tip of his nose was filled with familiar temperature, and even his back was protected by his big palm, Su Yuanyuan's nerves that had been tense finally couldn't support it, and with a snap, all the grievances and fears were released.

Her face was all buried in Jiang Wenzheng's chest, and she could only see the situation outside through the narrow gap.

Jiang Wenzheng held a long sword in one hand, a large bow hanging on the belly of the horse, and many arrows in the arrow basket on the other side, exactly the same as the one that shot the Mongol who was about to kill her.

Not only Jiang Wenzheng, but also Jiang Xuan and Jiang Erye, as well as the group of brothers in the dart bureau behind them, all came to clean up the invaders on the Mongolian steppe.

Qi Rui didn't expect to be cut off, but after watching Su Yuanyuan turn to safety, his heart also relaxed, and the horse lost the momentum just now, and walked in place with disdain.

Xingyun caught up from behind, and just now His Highness seemed to suddenly see something, and rode his horse and galloped, and now he stood here alone, with a look of amazement in his eyes.

"Your Highness?"

Qi Rui slowly came back to his senses, and only then did he hide his emotions when he looked at Xingyun.

When I raised my head again, I had already turned back to that clarity, as if the emotions of gain and loss just now had not appeared.

"It doesn't matter."

He tugged at the reins, reversed course, and walked slowly back the way he had come.

Although Xingyun didn't understand what was wrong with His Highness, he could see a trace of loneliness and loneliness in His Highness's back.

Su Yuanyuan, who was in Jiang Wenzheng's arms, didn't see the lonely back, she pulled the hem of Jiang Wenzheng's clothes, "Wen Zheng, go to the store and get a stretcher to save Shen Yun!" She's giving birth! ”

Jiang Wenzheng pulled the reins, picked up the horse's belly and galloped towards the store.

Jiang Xuan and a few brothers from the dart game followed, and the two carried the stretcher and went to the hiding place of Fu Shen and his wife according to Su Yuanyuan's leadership.

By the time people arrived, Shen Yun's labor pains had become once a minute.

Su Yuanyuan first turned her body over and put the stretcher on her back, which allowed her to turn over, and Shen Yun lay on the stretcher without the pain of being carried.

The two brothers of the dart game carried her, and Jiang Xuan and Fu Shen followed her to protect her.

Su Yuanyuan and Jiang Wenzheng opened the way ahead.

Two hundred meters away, a few people walked for a quarter of an hour.

When he arrived at the pharmacy, Su Yuanyuan placed Shen Yun in the side hall and surrounded the side hall with a curtain.

Jiang Xuan and a brother from the dart game went to boil hot water, and Su Yuanyuan specially instructed him to boil a little more.

Fu Shen was arranged to accompany the birth in the side hall.

Jiang Wenzheng took a dart player to move a chair and sat at the door with such a big grin, the long sword standing in front of him, and he put his hands lazily on it.

The Mongolians who passed by had bad intentions to come in, but a pair of Shangjiang Wenzheng's ghost-like cold eyes shivered.

He looked around, the doors of other shops were closed, how could this man dare to sit here?

Jiang Wenzheng hooked his lips slightly, and his smile was charming and uninhibited, as if he was provoking.

When the Mongol saw that he did not dare to come forward again, he ran away and went elsewhere.

Shen Yun's painful voice came from the side hall, Fu Shen had never seen a woman give birth before, and when Shen Yun gave birth to two children last time, the midwife blocked the door on the grounds that the delivery room was filthy and the man could not enter.

He knew that the woman gave birth to nine deaths and lived a lifetime, and she went to the ghost gate to close it once, but he didn't know the real situation, only that the child was born after standing outside the door for more than an hour.

But Su Yuanyuan wanted him to accompany the birth, breaking the previous rules and etiquette.

Only then did he know what kind of crying he was going through in childbirth.

Fu Shen's hand was tightly held by Shen Yun, and she also followed the regular breathing that Su Yuanyuan taught her.

"Yun'er, don't be afraid...... I'm here. ”

Fu Shen looked at Shen Yun's painful appearance, and his heart was pounded fiercely.

This time, the production was carried out smoothly with the help of Su Yuanyuan.

When the baby cried for the first time, Shen Yun and Fu Shen both shed tears.

Su Yuanyuan's body was covered with blood, she cleaned the baby, wrapped it in a small quilt, and put it next to Shen Yun's pillow.

"It's a pretty little girl."

The baby is a small lump, wrinkled and red, but the big eyelids are particularly conspicuous, and looking at Shen Yun and Fu Shen's eyes, it makes sense.

Su Yuanyuan covered Shen Yun with a quilt, and then pulled Jiang Wenzheng in to show him the female doll.

She clenched her clenched hand to touch the baby's little hand, and suddenly, the little hand that was still clenched into a fist suddenly opened like a small flower, and clenched the clenched fingers tightly.

"Wen Zheng, she likes you!"

The little baby held Jiang Wenzheng's hand tightly and didn't let go, his little eyes rolled around, looked at it, looked at it, and was full of curiosity about the world.

But she had just been born, and her body was wrapped in a thick layer of vernix, no matter how she looked at it, it was dirty, but Jiang Wenzheng didn't dislike it, so she let her hold her hand tightly.

Maybe...... It's not bad to have such a small life......

She can tie two people who are not related by blood together, which is both their bond and the crystallization of love.

This attack was quickly quelled under the suppression of the two Ye Zhixing brothers.

At night, the city of Flyhill returned to calm again, and the foreign captives were tied up and lined up in a long line and walked slowly in the direction of the prison.

Jiang Wenzheng also rode on a horse and watched this scene on the side of the street.

When Ye Zhixing and Ye Zhiren saw the quiet Su Yuanyuan in his arms, the heart they were carrying finally fell, and it was okay.

The two of them and Jiang Wenzheng looked at each other, and both nodded their heads, and the two Ye brothers clamped the horse's belly and accelerated the pace of progress.

Su Yuanyuan looked at the captives in sheepskin jackets and asked Jiang Wenzheng quietly, "Is this a Mongolian?" ”

Jiang Wenzheng shook his head and looked at the captives, "No, the grassland is a tribe." ”

The people of Narahachi.

It's just that he once signed a convention with Daqi, but now he is attacking the Daqi frontier, is it possible to be treacherous?

(End of chapter)