Jiu'er ...... Jiu'er ......

With such eyes, he was obviously looking at Jiu'er, all his feelings were just poured into Jiu'er, why did her heart hurt so much, and even, she still minded a little.

What does she mind? Mind if he treats her as Jiu'er? Do you mind that he is so affectionate not to her Lan Ling, but to the already dead Feng Qinyu?

Damn it!

Feng Qinyu cursed in annoyance because of this ridiculous mind in his heart.

Twisting her eyebrows, she let herself be ruthless, not looking at his bleeding wound at this time, and said, "How is it?" Either let me bring the prince with me, or we'll see you on the battlefield tomorrow. ”

Dongfang Yunlie looked at her helplessly, his eyes changed from begging to gloomy, and finally nodded, "If you are happy, then take him with you." ”

Dongfang Yunlie's answer made Feng Qinyu's heart show a happy look, but it was not too obvious.

"Then it's decided, I'll go back with you tomorrow, and you withdraw your troops."

"Okay."

A low voice came from Dongfang Yunlie's mouth.

"Then I'll go first."

Feng Qinyu didn't plan to stay longer, and was about to turn around and leave, but saw that Dongfang Yunlie was still holding her hand a little reluctantly.

"I'm leaving, you let go of your hands."

Feng Qinyu twisted his eyebrows, and his tone was a little impatient.

Although he was reluctant in his heart, since Feng Qinyu promised to return to Beijing with him, Dongfang Yunlie still let go of his hand.

At this time, if Feng Qinyu is provoked and she regrets it, he should regret it.

"Then be careful."

He still reassured.

"Hmm."

With a stiff tone, she left Dongfang Yunlie's camp, and when she turned around, her eyes still subconsciously glanced at Dongfang Yunlie's wound, and a trace of strangeness crossed her heart.

After Feng Qinyu left, Dongfang Yunlie covered the painful wound, walked to the edge of the stool, and sat down on the table beside him.

The hand, gently removed from the wound, the blood, had soaked his palm.

Leaving the Baiyan Barracks——

"What? You want to go back to Beijing with Dongfang Yunlie? ”

When Li Baiyan heard Feng Qinyu's words, he suddenly turned over from the bed and sat up, and his great movement involved the freshly bandaged wound on his shoulder.

"Senior brother, be careful of your injuries."

Feng Qinyu stepped forward and said comfortingly.

Li Bai Yan didn't care about the injuries on his body at all, grabbed Feng Qinyu's arms, and said affectionately and seriously: "Ling'er, is Dongfang Yunlie threatening you with something?" ”

"Nope."

Feng Qinyu shook his head, "I went to Dongfang Yunlie myself and negotiated with him on the terms, as long as he withdraws his troops, I will return to Beijing with him." ”

"Ridiculous!"

Li Bai Yan was furious, his pale face was full of anger, his eyes locked on Feng Qinyu, and there was very little anger on his always calm face, and he said to Feng Qinyu: "Ling'er, you are not Feng Qinyu, you don't need to go back to Beijing with him, and you don't need to do such a ridiculous deal with him." ”

Li Bai Yan was so anxious that he even got down from the bed resolutely, "I'm going to find Dongfang Yunlie, I don't need him to withdraw his troops!" ”

"Senior brother!!"

Feng Qinyu wrinkled his brows in distress, stepped forward and pulled Bai Yan back, "Senior brother, this is a decision I made, even if you don't need him to withdraw the army, I will go back to Beijing with him." ”

Her tone was very resolute, which made Li Baiyan, who was in an excited mood, stop the movements under her feet.