After I traveled through the book, I was spoiled by five little villains

Yan Changqing didn't say anything, but his face showed disbelief.

How could the Tibetans appear in this place where there is not much to gain?

To make an inappropriate analogy, flies don't bite seamless eggs.

Even if there is an oasis, it is not worth it for the Tibetans to send troops there.

The consequence of his disbelief was obviously very serious. Burigude did not dare to gamble, and quickly told him the reason why he appeared here, like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube.

They were attacked by Tubo at night. If Bater had not suddenly appeared, there would probably be few people left in their tribe.

Even so, most of them died.

In order to save his life, Burigude struggled to recall the night he did not want to recall, with a painful expression on his face.

Yan Changqing looked around and Fang Ting nodded at him.

Anyone with experience could see that he was not lying.

As for why the Tibetans attacked at night, Burigude explained honestly that it was because of Atuma in their tribe.

"What Atuma?"

Another man interrupted him in dissatisfaction: "At this time, you still call her Atuma? She is the source of the disaster, she is the white disaster!"

Burigude covered his face in pain and said, "It has nothing to do with her. She is dead. Don't talk about her like that."

The two men were arguing in their own language, which Yan Changqing could not understand, but the guide's eyes grew wider and wider, with a look of horror on his face.

Although he was only a guide, he knew that the turmoil on the grassland and Dajing's mobilization of troops were all in search of their eldest princess.

The commander-in-chief leading the army was the eldest princess's husband.

And this eldest princess was the woman called Atuma in the tribe.

She, she died?

The guide could hardly believe his ears and started asking quickly and urgently in the local language.

Burigude didn't understand why the other party was suddenly interested in Atuma, but the situation was beyond his control, so he had to answer every question.

During the question and answer session, he recounted everything from his encounter with Qin Yaoguang to the night of the Tubo night attack.

The guide's body shook, and he didn't dare to look at Yan Changqing again.

He didn't dare to think about what would happen if the general knew that his wife was dead.

Their conversation was so quick that everyone around them was confused.

Yan Changqing's heart was filled with gloom, and he stared at the guide with a dagger-like gaze: "What are you talking about?"

The guide didn't dare to answer but had to answer. He pointed at Burigude and said, "He saved a woman and her son in the desert. They lived in the tribe for seven or eight days..."

He explained the facts in the shortest possible sentences.

At the same time, he avoided using the sensitive word "Princess", for fear of irritating Yan Changqing.

But anyone who heard it could tell who the woman he was talking about, called Atuma, was.

The guide said this fearfully and glanced at Yan Changqing.

The man with the iron will showed an unprecedented fragility in his expression.

The world seemed to collapse completely at this moment.

My heart suddenly shrank, as if it was tightly grasped by an ice-cold hand, and it hurt so much that I couldn't breathe.

Yan Changqing's mind went blank. The dazzling sunlight, the people around him, the scenery in front of him... everything around him became blurry and everything was moving away from him.

Only the three cold and cruel words "she is dead" remained, echoing in my ears like the most vicious curse.

"It's not true, it's not true..."

He tried to numb himself with these words, not knowing whether he had spoken them out loud or just muttered them to himself.

The lips of the people around me were opening and closing silently, and the scene in front of me began to shake and the world was spinning.

"General, great general!"

Amid the shouts of the crowd, Yan Changqing's body fell straight backwards.

Fang Ting reached out to catch him and looked at the deputy general: "The general is very anxious, you should calm the troops and not leak the news."

An army of more than a thousand people is not a mob.

No one will move around without military orders.

What happened here is not known in other places, and there is no need to let everyone know to avoid causing unnecessary panic.

It would be fine if it was in the Central Plains, but now it is a desert with harsh natural environment and we cannot afford to cause trouble.

Fang Ting put his hand on Yan Changqing's pulse and clearly felt the disordered true energy in his body, which was sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

From the moment he set out, the string that had been tense in Yan Changqing's heart broke.

"Quick, please ask Doctor Qu to come."

Fang Ting held Yan Changqing in his arms and retreated to the deepest shadow under the rock wall. He ordered Qing Bai to guard him well, and he used his inner strength to protect Yan Changqing's heart meridian.

Qu Liang came quickly, with Yan Shiyan following closely behind him.

Seeing the unconscious Yan Changqing, Yan Shiyan pursed his thin lips tightly, and his eyes were filled with unconcealable panic.

What happened in the end?

Why did my father suddenly fall into a coma when my mother hasn’t been found yet?

Fang Ting didn't have time to explain to him. After Qu Liang took his pulse, his expression was solemn.

As the saying goes, heart disease needs to be treated with heart medicine, and Yan Changqing is the most obvious example of heart disease.

According to his physique, he would not get sick easily. But now his internal energy was out of control due to his impatience, and it was out of control in the eight extraordinary meridians.

Yan Shiyan didn't dare to speak, sweat soaking his back.

"What's going on?" Qu Liang looked at Fang Ting and asked, "What exactly happened?"

Since it is a mental illness, we must know where the disease comes from.

Fang Ting shook his head and repeated what had just happened. "Atuma's murder" was an unavoidable topic.

"No!"

Yan Shiyan screamed, his face pale: "This is impossible! It's not true!"

Mother is a fairy who descended from the sky. How could she die?!

He absolutely doesn't believe it.

Fang Ting and Qu Liang were also in a heavy mood and were unwilling to believe this fact.

How could the princess, who made them follow her willingly, die silently in the desert?

Just like when they heard the news that "the eldest princess is dead" in the capital, they didn't believe it.

Qu Liang opened the medicine box, took out a tranquilizer pill, and asked Yan Changqing to hold it in his mouth to protect his heart meridians.

Yan Changqing's condition is not suitable for strong medicine. The stronger the medicine, the more it will encourage the true qi to run wildly in his body.

Then, he took out a special silver needle and said, "I need two quarters of an hour."

It is not an easy task to dredge the chaotic true qi in other people's meridians.

In this world, perhaps only Qu Liang can do this.

"Okay, I'll protect you." Fang Ting nodded seriously.

Qu Liang looked at Yan Shiyan, whose lips were white, and said, "I need you to whisper something in the general's ear."

"Okay, what?"

"Tell the general that the princess is definitely not dead, and she is still waiting for him to rescue her."

No matter what the facts are, they must have this firm belief.

Otherwise, not only Yan Changqing, but everyone will not be able to hold on.

Yan Changqing’s heart disease cannot be relieved by Qu Liang’s external force alone, and his own consciousness must be awakened.

"it is good!"

Yan Shiyan looked determined as he walked to the unconscious Yan Changqing and knelt down beside him.