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"Does it hurt?"

Yeluling treated the palm of his hand briefly, then took over Ke Yada's work, and personally cleaned and applied medicine to the place on his body that was injured by the whip.He was a person who fought all the way on the battlefield, so he was very skilled in dealing with wounds, but looking at the blood on Song Yi's body, Yeluling didn't know why, he had seen more tragic injuries than this, and even worse than this. Thick blood, but still frightening.

"It doesn't hurt," Song Yi pulled his bloodless lips and smiled, "I want to see Ha Rinu's body later."

Yeluling paused the bandaged hands for him, seemed to be talking, and finally said after a long time: "You... don't blame Buertong, he is too impatient to listen to other people's words, today I will take Chisang The Dawan border was investigating information. As soon as Chisang and I left, Hu Heqin did not have anyone who could persuade him. In the end, it was my responsibility to get you hurt. I was careless, and I forgot that you came back today... "

"What are you talking about, Ah Ling?" Song Yi's eyes suddenly dropped softly, and fell on Yelu Ling's hand, "I don't really mean to blame him, but you, don't leave scars on your palm..."

Song Yi knew in his heart that if he really had trouble with Buertong, it would be Yeluling who would be the most difficult.Buertong and Chisang are the capable generals of Yeluling's subordinates. To Yeluling, the subordinates who have lived and died together for so many years are actually better than family members, and Yeluling must trust them very much in his heart.If he really wanted to blame Burton, Yeluling would not go against his will, but he would not feel so comfortable.

After bandaging, Song Yi went to see Ha Rinu's body alone.Hari Nu's face was blue, but his lips were lavender, which is a characteristic of poisoning.Song Yi squeezed his mouth open, and sure enough, he found some light blue liquid in the back tooth socket. Song Yi remembered his pale face when he was talking to himself, and suddenly figured it out. It should be at that time, this man didn't The intention of surviving, bit the poison in his teeth, no matter the success or failure of the matter, he would never reveal any news about his master.

An idea flashed through Song Yi's mind, but he was quickly attracted to another place.He squatted down, pushed away Hari Nu's neckline, and then leaned forward to ask, a familiar scent lingered in his nose, which made him startled.

This kind of fragrance of magnolia is not something that can be found on the grassland.

With a vague powder smell, and a smell of ointment - this is clearly a balm for women!

Song Yi already had the answer in his heart, but this answer caused him too much pain. He closed his eyes and sat on the ground. After a long time, he opened his reddish eyes and left the dungeon.

sleepless nights.

In the early morning of the next day, he sat up from the bed very early, and then waited for Ke Yada to enter the tent, and soaked the hot cloth for him as usual.But this time, Song Yi didn't take what she was holding, but just stood at the head of the bed, staring at her quietly.

"Codon?"

"Ke Yada, I remember... You said before that you have a younger brother? Where is he now?"

"Back to Ketun, I haven't seen him for a long time... He's in the Central Plains."

"That's it...then how are you and Chisang doing now?"

Key Yada showed a bitter smile: "But don't make fun of it, it's impossible for me and him."

"Why is it impossible? Impossible... You still use the balm he gave you? You don't like him?" Song Yi finally took the cloth towel in her hand and put it aside, his voice was very soft, but the content was enough to stir up The monstrous waves, "Or...Actually, are you afraid that things will be exposed and cause him trouble? Or, are you simply afraid that Chi Sang will find out that you are actually harboring evil intentions?"

Ke Yada's expression was very calm, she knelt down at Song Yi's feet, and smiled: "You still know... that's good, I don't have to worry about it every day anymore."

Song Yi frowned, his voice full of pain: "Ke Yada, why did you do this, who is your master?!"

"This is the end of the matter, and Keyada has nothing to say." Keyada raised her head, her almond eyes were already filled with steam, and she said to Song Yi word by word in Chinese, "Mr. Song, you are a good person...and you It's really Ke Yada's luck to be a master and a servant, but some things are caused by fate and accidents, but my son, if you still believe my last sentence, Ke Yada never thought of harming you."

"That's enough! Ke Yada, if you don't harm me, I have one life," Song Yi said with blood in his words, "But the lives of hundreds of people in Huheqin are not human lives?!"

At this time, someone suddenly came in through the curtain: "Come here, put Ke Yada in the dungeon!"

Song Yi wanted to say something, but looking at Yeluling's thinner side face due to running around these days, all those begging words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say a word. In the end, he could only look at the soldiers as if they were detained that day. Just like him, tied up Keyada and took him away.

"Ayi, I knew it wasn't you," Yeluling walked up to him and patted Song Yi's shoulder lightly, "I can't blame you, it was my negligence. If this Keyada didn't know how to speak Chinese and Mongolian Language, how could she have any chance to come to you and approach me, because there were too few people who could speak two languages ​​at that time, so I took her lightly."

Song Yi forced a smile, but his thoughts drifted back to the time when he first met Keyada.

It was when he first came to Huheqin. On that dark and lonely night, a girl stood in front of his tent with an oil lamp against the cold night wind of the grassland, and drove away the old man in fluent Chinese. When he first arrived on the grassland, he was panicked and helpless, unable to understand a word.

That girl has bright eyes, and she smiles beautifully, like a crescent moon in the sky.

Song Yi didn't dare to think about it anymore, he was afraid that if he continued to think about it, tears would flow out uncontrollably.

That night, Song Yi still couldn't fall asleep peacefully, he left the bed lightly, put on a coat and left the tent, wandering aimlessly on the grassland.

A cold hand gripped his wrist, Song Yi was startled, he squeezed his fist and turned around to attack him, saw the person coming, suddenly withdrew his strength, and stopped half an inch away from the tip of Yeluling's nose down.

"Why are you, Ah Ling," Song Yi sighed, "Why don't you talk when you come here, it's so scary."

Yeluling answered irrelevantly: "Song Yi, what are you thinking?"

"I didn't think about anything, I just couldn't sleep, so I came out and followed..."

"You're thinking about Ke Yada, aren't you?"

The calm expression on Song Yi's face couldn't hold back anymore, he let out a breath slowly, then closed his eyes, nodded, his face was very pale under the bleak moonlight.

"After all, she is a girl. Maybe there is some hidden secret behind her. I...I am willing to be tortured for her. I know this is a bit unreasonable, but..."

"But people's hearts are made of meat, Ah Ling. On this grassland, she was the first person I met. I always treat her like a younger sister. I really can't see her being executed like this. "

Yeluling touched his face, and said softly, "I understand...tomorrow, you and Chisang will go and see her first, okay?"