Your Majesty, don't worry

Su Qingbai hugged Qi Yan horizontally, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, it's fine."

All the way up, Su Qingbai's robe was already blood-stained, turning from sky blue to jet black.The strong and pungent rancid smell made Qi Yan frowned.

"Don't frown, don't dislike me, I will take a good bath when I go back."

"Can you go back?" Qi Zhen sneered.

"Hmm." It seemed to be responding to Qi Zhen and comforting Qi Yan.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't even look at Qi Zhen.

Su Qingbai picked up Qi Yan and walked slowly forward two steps against the wind, stopped, looked up at the sky, and a very faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Qi Yan in his arms followed Su Qingbai's eyes, and saw red clouds all over the sky, dazzlingly gorgeous.

"Does it look good?" Su Qingbai asked.

"It looks good." Qi Yan replied.

"It's Akabane. Lots and lots."

"Ah."

Looking up at him in Su Qingbai's arms, he was surprised that his chin became sharper, and in just a few days, he became so thin.

Back then, he led a flock of red-feathered birds to scare away three thousand enemy troops in the Mocha River. This man was obviously weak and could fall apart whenever the wind blew, but he didn't let anyone take it for half a cent.

"Su Qingbai, I'm afraid you won't be able to kill all the way up?! Besieged by half a mountain of living dead, even if there are red feather birds, so what?"

Qi Zhen's voice rang in his ears.

Su Qingbai lowered her head and kissed the lips of the person in her arms, glanced sideways at Qi Zhen, with a smile on her lips, and said: "My red-feathered bird, if I let it kill ten thousand, it won't just kill one thousand……"

Not long after, the sound of sobbing echoed in the mountains, and the world was red with blood.

The mountain road is difficult, and the feet are muddy.Su Qingbai staggered and walked for a while with Qi Yan in his arms, and was shocked to find that her face was wet and her body was getting colder and colder. Maybe it was raining. I don't know if it was blood rain or midsummer rain. It became sticky, but Qi Yan in his arms was unusually quiet, with his eyes closed tightly, as if he had fallen asleep.In a daze, Su Qingbai glanced at Qi Yan, seeing that he was sleeping so soundly, sleepiness also hit his head, and could no longer walk, and fell down.

The rain was long and incessant.Qi Yan woke up first, he felt pain in his limbs as if they had been smashed, and then half opened his eyes, only to see an oil-paper umbrella covering his face, Qi Qing bowed and looked at him holding the umbrella, Qi Yan moved his fingers , I wanted to say something, but after all, I couldn't make a sound because my throat was dry.

"Your Majesty, don't worry..."

Hearing Qi Qing say such a sentence, Qi Yan's eyes darkened, and he passed out again.

In the dream, Qi Yan walked the long road against the light, and a figure appeared in the light, he recognized that it was Su Qingbai, every time he ran a certain distance, Su Qingbai was far away from him , I couldn't catch up, and the anger in my heart woke me up.

"The emperor is awake?"

"The emperor is a noble person, the true son of heaven, he has his own protection from heaven."

"The rescue was timely, and the injury is no longer serious."

Qi Yan opened his eyes, but before he woke up, he heard two voices chattering endlessly.

He looked sideways, and saw Qi Qing's face, white and delicate, and another face behind, which was exactly like Qi Qing's, like Qi Qing's 20 years later.

He glanced around again, and knew that he was lying on the bed, and the room was empty except for the two standing people.

This is where?Who can save himself?How could Qi Qing appear here?

"Where's Su Qingbai?"