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Gu Qinghong wiped the blood that overflowed from his lips and asked lightly: Do you have anything else?

Nie Wushuang stepped forward and took a closer look at his face. Gu Qinghong was swept by her beautiful eyes and felt a slight tremor in his heart. He couldn't help but look away: Gu has returned to the camp. His Highness Prince Rui's injury...

He wanted to say some polite words, but the words take good care of me couldn't come out of his mouth. Nie Wushuang looked at him, his expression unmoving, and he lowered his eyes as if sighing: You are also injured.

Gu Qinghong was about to say that he was fine, but the remaining poison on his body was not cleansed, but he saw Nie Wushuang had turned around: Since Mr. Gu saved His Highness Prince Rui, it was a favor to the country, and we cannot let Mr. Gu go back with injuries. At least let Wushuang do it. Please show your kindness as a landlord and bandage your wounds before going back.

She said and walked towards Yang Zhi's tent. Gu Qinghong looked at her swaying back as she walked, but her feet didn't obey her orders and she moved forward by mistake.

Yang Zhi's tent was simple, so Nie Wushuang brought a basin of water and put it in front of him, twisted a towel and handed it to him. Gu Qinghong's eyes trembled when he saw her hands as white as jade lotus roots. He silently took them and wiped the blood off his face. She knelt and sat aside, twisting a face towel for him, giving him tea, and gargling the taste of blood from his mouth. She does it all naturally and with great familiarity.

Gu Qinghong gradually fell into a trance. If she hadn't been wearing a scarf, he would have thought that he was still in a dream. Time has passed, but the two of them still have such a calm side to each other. After Gu Qinghong wiped his face, the two of them fell silent for a while.

He opened his mouth: Wushuang...

Mr. Gu, please take off your armor. Nie Wushuang suddenly said.

Gu Qinghong was startled. Nie Wushuang had already taken out a bottle of medicine from his sleeve: Xiang Gu has an injury on his back. It's better to bandage it as soon as possible.

She put down the medicine, stood up and walked outside.

Wushuang... His harsh voice suddenly came from behind: What did you do today...

No reason! Nie Wushuang interrupted him abruptly: Don't misunderstand, Mr. Gu!

Gu Qinghong looked at her lonely figure and immediately pursed his lips.

Wushuang is very clear about what is kindness and what is hatred. We have always been clear about what is kindness and what is hatred. We will not be ungrateful and unscrupulous like some people! She said coldly and walked out of the tent quickly.

Gu Qinghong watched her figure leave quickly, and sat down with a wry smile. I don’t know whether the injury on the back was due to a moment of relaxation or because the pain became more and more unbearable because of her lifting...

He should have known that this moment of peace was nothing but an illusion...

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It was late at night, and Nie Wushuang looked at Xiao Fengqing, who was already sleeping deeply, by the dim candlelight. In his sleep, his usual half-smile disappeared from his face, and his beautiful long eyebrows were slightly wrinkled. Long and thick eyelashes covered his face, casting a small shadow on his eyelids. The more feminine eyelashes looked on his face, the more he looked more and more coquettish.

Long ink hair spreads on the pillow, like the finest silk satin, glowing beautifully under the oil lamp. Her fingers gently brushed through his hair, again and again.

Xiao Fengqing was sleeping soundly. After a day of fighting and then personally charging into the battle, he had already lost his strength. Nie Wushuang looked at it silently for a while, then took back his hand. Suddenly, his hand was held by him.

Wushuang... He whispered softly in his sleep.

Nie Wu's hands trembled, but he couldn't get away for a while. He leaned against her hand, his breath slightly confused, and his brows furrowed more tightly: Wushuang, this king, you are not allowed... you are not allowed to leave...

Don't... leave...

Nie Wushuang felt as if a red-hot iron was slowly approaching her heart, ironing her to the point where she could not open her mouth to speak. She slammed his hand away and staggered out. The cold wind outside the tent was still chilly, and the cold air was sucked into the chest, dispelling the uneasiness just now.

She held on to the edge of the tent and looked at the blank night, feeling desolate for a moment.

Your Majesty, are you still asleep? Yang Zhi, who was standing outside the tent, quietly approached: My Majesty, you should go and have a rest.

Nie Wushuang shook her head. She looked up at the bright stars in the sky and suddenly asked, How many days have I been out of the palace?

Yang Zhi frowned and counted the numbers carefully before replying, It's been eleven days.

Nie Wushuang lowered his head and was silent for a while: Is there any news from Beijing?

Yang Zhi shook his head: There is no news yet that the emperor has no intention of visiting Donglin Temple every morning.

That's good, we will be able to lift the siege at Qixia Pass in five days. Nie Wushuang looked far into the north of the vast night and suddenly said word by word: As soon as the siege is lifted, we will go north and return to the palace immediately!

After she finished speaking, she turned around and entered the tent. Yang Zhi was so startled by the coldness in her tone that he couldn't help but froze for a moment. He opened his mouth, but in the end he said nothing.

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Fortunately, Xiao Fengqing's arrow injury did not cause post-injury high fever. Apart from his pale face the next day, there was nothing serious. In yesterday's battle, the commanders of Qi and Ying went deep into the Qin army's formation alone. Not only did they come and go freely, they also cut off half of the Qin army's flag among thousands of troops. This battle greatly boosted the morale of Qi and Ying. Especially Qi State, since Qin State invaded the south, it has suffered successive defeats, and even its occasional victory is a disastrous victory.

Now not only did they have reinforcements from Ying, but they also saw their own Prime Minister Gu Qinghong go into battle and defeat the Qin army. Everyone in the Qi army regarded Gu Qinghong as a god. And Xiao Fengqing's cutting down of the Qin army's commander's flag became a favorite among the Ying army.

Nie Wushuang was sitting in the inner tent, listening to Xiao Fengqing talking about the war with several generals in the outer tent, with no expression on Qingcheng's face.

Xiao Fengqing was seriously injured after all. After talking with several generals for an hour,

There is a tired look on the face. At this moment, the military doctor came in with herbs and wanted to change his dressing. Several generals quickly retreated.

Xiao Fengqing took off her outer shirt and suddenly said to the military doctor: Go down, I can do it by myself! The military doctor was startled and couldn't help but said: Your Highness must not move arbitrarily, otherwise it will be troublesome if the wound opens.

Xiao Fengqing looked at the motionless figure in the inner tent, feeling upset and said angrily: If I tell you to get out, just get out! Why are you talking so much nonsense!

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