After walking for about a moment, Qi Jingqin's physical strength became a little unbearable. His clothes, which were soaked with blood, stuck to his back. Qi Jingqin felt particularly uncomfortable in the cool night breeze.

After walking deeper into the jungle for a while, Qi Jingqin's hand holding Liang Huanqing was so sore that he lost consciousness, and the arm pierced by the crocodile's teeth was also bleeding out.

His strength was exhausted in an instant, and he knelt on one knee on the ground. His facial expression was very ferocious, and the pain behind him was unbearable. However, he held Liang Huanqing tightly with his hand, for fear that she would be thrown out.

Qi Jingqin found a relatively dry flat land and placed Liang Huanqing on the ground. Before he could take a few breaths, he quickly got up and cleared the surrounding jungle.

He pulled out some shrubs and grass around him and made an open space to light a fire.

Liang Huanqing was covered in cold sweat, muttering between his lips and teeth, and unconscious.

After a while, Qi Jingqin picked up some firewood from nearby and used dry wood wadding as pilot wood to make fire. This was the fastest way he could think of to make a fire.

Soon, the wood wadding was ignited by the sparks drilled out of the wood. Qi Jingqin placed the dry firewood he had picked up on it and lit a small but warm bonfire.

He helped Liang Huanqing up and asked her to get as close to the fire as possible to keep warm.

But the two of them were wearing soaked clothes, and the breeze blew through the trees at night, so they could easily catch a cold.

At this time, Qi Jingqin didn't care about the taboos between men and women. He took off Liang Huanqing's outermost clothes, leaving only a piece of underwear to cover his body. He put the Chinese clothes on the fire to bake, thinking

I'll wait for her to change into it later.

He took off the only piece of obscene clothing on his body. The wound scratched by the stone on his back was not deep. After rescuing some blood, it condensed into a scab, sticking the skin and flesh together with the obscene clothing. When he took off the obscene clothing,

The skin and flesh at the wound were involved. Qi Jingqin closed his eyes and gritted his teeth to endure it, while beads of sweat appeared on his fair forehead.

He sat next to the fire and kept turning over Liang Huanqing's fine clothes. The entire set of clothes, sewn with moon-white gold and silver threads, was dyed a faint rusty red by blood and water. The area on the shoulder was covered with arrows.

It was pierced and made a big hole visible to the naked eye.

At this time, Liang Huanqing felt the warmth of the fire, and his consciousness began to recover somewhat, but he was still unconscious, his body was shaking uncontrollably, and blood was still oozing from the wound on his shoulder that had been pierced by the arrow.

Qi Jingqin suddenly remembered that it was written in several medical books he had read out of boredom when he was a child: Thistles grow in ditches and weeds and can be seen everywhere. They can cool blood and stop bleeding, remove blood stasis and reduce swelling. Crush thistles and apply them to wounds.

It can stop bleeding.

Looking at the still bleeding wound on Liang Huanqing's shoulder, he began to look around to see if there were any usable herbs nearby.

He was not familiar with pharmacology and only relied on a few medical books he had read out of boredom when he was a child. However, he had an excellent memory and could still distinguish the appearance of thistles.

After a while, Qi Jingqin picked back a bunch of herbs. He picked out the available thistles and wanted to apply it directly to Liang Huanqing's wound. He hesitated, thinking that the book said that it must be crushed before it can be applied to the wound, but now

There are no tools for making medicine.

Qi Jingqin looked at the thistles in his hand that looked like wild vegetables, and hesitated whether to chew them in his mouth.

Liang Huanqing groaned softly at this time. She frowned and looked very painful.

Qi Jingqin was heartbroken and stuffed all the thistles in his hand into his mouth and chewed them. The juice of the thistles covered Qi Jingqin's mouth and tongue, and it was so bitter that he frowned.

When he felt he was done chewing, he lifted Liang Huanqing's clothes, revealing her smooth and mottled shoulders.

The skin and flesh were stuck to the clothes again. He tried to use the gentlest movements of his hands, but Liang Huanqing still cried out a few times in pain.

Qi Jingqin slowly applied the chewed thistle to Liang Huanqing's wound, tore off a few strips of cloth from his dried clothes, and wrapped Liang Huanqing's wound.

After seeing that the clothes were almost baked, he put those gorgeous clothes on Liang Huanqing and went to the river bank to fetch water wearing a tattered and dirty clothes.

After Qi Jingqin came back, he boiled the river water and fed it to Liang Huanqing to drink. Only then did Liang Huanqing's cold body gradually warm up.

However, the night is still very long.

Qi Jingqin leaned against the tree trunk, looked up at the blue night sky, and picked up some more firewood to make the fire more prosperous.

Liang Huanqing hasn't woken up yet.

Qi Jingqin looked at her frowning face, smiled bitterly, and said to himself: "You can't be arrogant now."

In his eyes, Liang Huanqing was arrogant, domineering, perverse, and extremely strong. He could imagine why Liang Huanqing risked her own life to let Wei Shen and the others escape. This was indeed in line with her character.

When Concubine Mei told Qi Jingqin that she had asked for a marriage from the Holy Spirit, he began to pay attention to Liang Huanqing, the eldest lady of the Liang Mansion, who tried her best to sneak out of the house to have fun all day long.

In the past, Liang Huanqing kept a low profile in front of the royal family. Even among the ladies from the official family in Beijing, her status was considered noble. But every time there was a banquet in the palace, she always tried her best to hide behind Qin Ruilan, as if she didn't want to let anyone know.

The rich and powerful knew her.

Lu Huiling, the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister's Palace, is extremely high-profile. She always wants everyone's eyes to be on her during banquets. She even tries her best to stand out in front of the royal family. For the official ladies who are more eye-catching than herself,

, he was always sarcastic and sarcastic when he came up. Every time during the banquet, he would choke with Qi Wangshu.

Qi Wangshu couldn't stand Lu Huiling from the Prime Minister's Palace the most. He knew that she admired his imperial brother, so every time he tried to find ways to make Lu Huiling embarrassed in front of the emperor's brother.

Every time there was a banquet in the palace, just to see the two of them bickering, Qi Jingqin would find excuses not to go or leave the banquet early.

He also paid very little attention to Liang Huanqing, who was hiding in the corner and trying hard to hide himself. When he learned that he was about to marry her as his princess, he resisted in his heart, but after Si Nanping analyzed the stakes with him, he began to

The woman became interested.

After each court visit, he and Chu Qi would sit for a while upstairs in Jingzhong Restaurant. Soon Liang Huanqing and her maid would appear on the bustling street downstairs, looking at the jewelry and eating something.

Snacks, and then being nosy and helping the weak.

He sat in the restaurant and ordered a pot of old wine without drinking it. He just poured it for himself and placed it in front of him. He watched Liang Huanqing wander aimlessly most of the time, and sometimes there would be a lot of capable retainers behind him.

She herself walked at the front with a dark face and an unhappy expression.

He always felt that this simple woman was really not suitable to be a princess. No, it should be said that she didn't look like a woman born in Shangjing at all.

Qi Jingqin thought about this, then looked at Liang Huanqing, who was asleep at this time. He lowered his head and smiled, then reached out to check her breathing and pulse. After feeling that it was gradually stabilizing, he breathed a sigh of relief as if a huge stone had been put down.

He leaned against the tree trunk and looked up at the sky above him. The bonfire in front of him kept making crackling sounds, and the surroundings were quiet...

The heavy affairs in the military, coupled with the fact that Liang Huanqing's whereabouts and life and death were unknown, affected the hearts of Liang Fengmian and Liang Ji. They felt confused and at a loss for the first time.

Imperial Palace, Mei Fei’s bedroom.

The candles that should have been extinguished long ago were still on. Concubine Mei should have gone to bed to rest after washing herself, but she felt flustered and paced back and forth in the palace.

Aunt Yun Xi looked at Concubine Mei's figure walking back and forth outside the palace, and couldn't help but exhort her: "Concubine, please rest. You are ruining your body like this, and you will feel bad when the prince comes back!"

Mei Fei looked out the window, and after listening to Yun Xi's advice, she had no choice but to lie back on the bed. She couldn't close her eyes, and she was still worried...

East Palace, the princess's bedroom.

After Zhao Peiyu came back from Qi Jingyang's place, she locked herself in the dormitory and refused to come out. She also had dinner. Until midnight, Hanyao was still holding dinner at the door and begging Zhao Peiyu to come out for a bite, but she still sat there.
Chapter completed!