You Song caught him and immediately felt something bad. He stretched out a hand and saw that it was full of blood, soaking his entire back.
When I touched Yinxiao's forehead, it felt frighteningly hot.
He quickly took off Yinxiao's clothes to prevent the wounds from drying up with the clothes. When he took them off, he saw that fire had burned through his back, which was very dazzling.
You Song looked at the wounds on his back, and a trace of doubt flashed in his mind: "Has he been a dead soldier?"
Only dead soldiers cannot fall. Falling down means death.
You have to stay sharp at all times, even in your sleep, to fight back at any time.
At this moment, King Jin walked out of the resting place.
He was dressed in a soap-colored military uniform with narrow sleeves, embroidered with large groups of auspicious cloud patterns, wrapped in a cloak of the same color, and simply wore a hair crown on his head.
At first glance, he still has hair as sharp as a knife, eyes as bright as paint, and handsome, but he can't help but take a closer look. When he takes a closer look, he feels like he has been worn by the world, and his clothes have old wrinkles, even the boots.
It's all covered with mud spots.
"Yin Xiao?" He frowned, and his eyes were like two gleams of cold light, shooting towards the unconscious Yin Xiao like lightning.
You Song laid Yin Xiao flat on the ground and whispered about Yin Xiao's intrusion into their warning circle.
"Your Majesty, let me take a few brothers back first and take the eldest lady back. If I walk faster, I can get there in half a day."
King Jin gently fiddled with the fingers on his hand and thought.
The branches and leaves hung like a waterfall behind him, and the dense pale green enveloped him. Next to him was the motionless Huang Ting, making him look even more cold and gloomy, making people dare not approach him.
After thinking about it, he looked at Huang Ting: "Water."
Huang Ting quickly took the water bag, opened the stopper and handed it to King Jin. After King Jin took it, he took a sip first, then raised the water bag high and poured the cold mountain spring water on his face.
Fatigue and sleepiness disappear instantly.
"Let's go." He threw the water bag to Huang Ting and continued to move forward with rapid strides.
After the instructions, many silent and powerful figures stood up, packed their bags, and took steps without saying a word. Even though they had walked all day and night without sleep, they did not complain at all.
The sun only shone brightly for a brief moment, and was soon covered by thick clouds. The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the weather was extremely bad.
The dense trees overwhelmed everyone's figures, and King Jin's low-pitched instructions and arrangements were all mixed in with the chirping of birds.
At the Fu Family Villa, Song Huiyue was dizzy and hungry with hunger. She felt that if King Jin didn't come, she would starve to death without Zhang Xutang taking care of her.
Yue Huaiyu's food was very delicious, but the portion was comparable to bird food. She could barely eat it herself, and even giving it to Song Huiyue was not enough to fill the gap between Song Huiyue's teeth.
Yue Huaiyu asked Yue Huaiyu to find an excuse to send the maids out, leaving them alone in the house.
Yue Huaiyu picked up the teapot: "Want to drink?"
Song Huiyue waved her hands weakly: "No, I will be even hungrier after drinking."
Yue Huaiyu chuckled and said: "Are you hungry now? When I entered the palace, I stopped eating water and rice since last night. The palace is too big. It would be really embarrassing if I had to wash my hands halfway."
Having said this, she smiled mysteriously and thought of other things.
"Do you know why I am obsessed with you connecting me with Prince Jin?
It's because I have seen many chamberlains in the palace. Chamberlains are very interesting - very powerful. They clearly don't like you, but they can show that they like you. They clearly like you, but they can show that they are not close to you at all. It all depends on the master.
I find it very interesting how people behave with their faces, and I have liked to think about them since I was a child."
"Although Huang Douzhi only glanced at you casually in the Lotus Garden, I could tell at a glance that he regarded you as half his master."
Song Huiyue smiled and said nothing.
The eyes of thoughtful people are always brighter than others, and even the smallest clues cannot escape their discernment.
The same is true for Zhang Xutang, and the same is true for Yue Huaiyu.
The sound of rapid footsteps was heard outside the house. Yue Huaiyu stood up quickly, walked quickly outside the screen, and pretended to be embroidering as if nothing had happened.
As soon as I took the embroidery cloth and needle and thread in my hands, the flute girl whispered from outside the door: "Fifth lady, King Jin is here and is in the front hall."
The sharp embroidery needle pricked Yue Huaiyu's finger mercilessly. She screamed in pain, dropped the embroidery fabric and needle and thread, and took her finger into her mouth.
The tips of her fingers were burning and her heart was pounding, making her confused.
She thought that King Jin would come as quietly as Yin Xiao and would not cause any ripples, but she did not expect that King Jin would come from the front hall with such a big fanfare.
Compared to her getting a token from the King of Jin, when the King of Jin came to visit like this, the marriage between the Zhang and Yue families did not require her to waste words, but she had to think more.
"Fifth Lady?" Di Gu raised her voice and asked.
Yue Huaiyu raised her legs and walked away, leaving Song Huiyue behind.
The front hall was brightly lit, and there were many guards outside the door, two in pairs, five steps apart, lining up from the main entrance of the front hall to the main door.
Seeing Yue Huaiyu coming, the guards consciously lowered their gazes to the ground without any offense.
She gently lifted her skirt, stepped onto the steps, and walked in.
The footsteps were brisk and the sound was as sweet as ice breaking.
Even the steps have hidden intentions.
The first thing she saw was King Jin's white clothes.
The white crew-neck shirt was spotless and covered up all the filth, making him appear unusually clean.
Seeing Yue Huaiyu salute him, he raised his eyes and looked over. His eyes were clear, his nose was straight, his expression was gentle, and his posture was graceful: "No need to be too polite."
Yue Huaiyu walked to the old lady. The old lady had a kind smile and just the right amount of enthusiasm, but she lacked a bit of respect for the current Jin Dynasty king.
After just one or two idle words, King Jin stood up.
The old lady and Yue Huaiyu also got up and saw each other off. King Jin asked them not to see each other off and left under the protection of his own bodyguards.
The old lady really did not send Prince Jin to the gate.
She used her experienced experience of "walking on more bridges than young people to walk" and sighed: "Prince Jin does not have the royal style."
Yue Huaiyu smiled and thought of King Yan.
King Yan was very royal and commanding, but I don't know how many of his courtiers obeyed him.
Prince Jin didn't care what the old lady thought of him. He walked out of the gate and strode toward his broad carriage. When he got into the carriage, his feet were unsteady and he fell to the ground. His head hit the carriage and he was knocked on the spot.
All red.
"Your Majesty!" Huang Ting was startled and quickly bent down to help him. Before he could reach out his hand, Prince Jin had already climbed up on his own, climbed onto the carriage in three steps at a time, opened the curtain and got out.
Go in.
"Ezuki!"
Song Huiyue opened her eyes and smiled at him: "Your Majesty, I'm fine, don't worry."
The carriage shook, started to move, and started walking towards the city. During the shaking, King Jin saw a centipede-like wound on her face, extending from the end of her eyebrow to the bottom, and her heart almost jumped out of her throat.
However, looking at Song Huiyue's expression, she didn't seem to be aware of the injuries on her face. She probably hadn't looked in the mirror yet.
He is also much thinner than before, his eyes are sunk in shadows, and his long eyelashes cover up the light in his pupils.