With the support of Zhan Yuheng, Feng Qingyin, who was crying so hard that her tears were still wet, sat down on the bench.
"Brother Prince."
She held Zhan Yuheng's palm in one hand, her body still trembling.
Zhan Yuheng lowered his eyes and sat down next to her.
Feng Qingyin held the man's arm, and the situation seemed to be getting better.
Linglong stood inside the tent door, hesitating and not daring to move forward.
"exquisite."
Feng Qingyin’s hoarse voice sounded, “What’s wrong with you?
How could..." Before she finished speaking, she covered her lips and raised her head carefully.
With just one glance, she tightened her grip on Zhan Yuheng.
"Who is it?
Linglong, tell me, who did it?
I will definitely give you justice."
Not only her body, but also Feng Qingyin's voice was trembling.
"Miss."
Linglong stepped into the tent and knelt in front of Zhan Yuheng and Feng Qingyin.
Taking a deep breath, she raised her eyes and glanced at Zhan Yuheng.
"Your Highness, your subordinates did not do their job well and let Feng Jiuer escape."
"After I narrowly escaped death in the battle at the West City Gate, I followed Feng Jiuer's footsteps here."
Before she finished speaking, Linglong coughed weakly a few times, and blood even overflowed from the corner of her mouth.
As soon as she raised her eyes and took a look, Feng Qingyin immediately pushed Zhan Yuheng away and walked towards Linglong.
"Linglong, you are seriously injured, why don't you take a good rest? You are like this..." Feng Qingyin came to Linglong and carefully helped her up.
"Come, sit down and talk, and I'll ask the doctor to take a look at you."
"Miss, I have nothing... to do."
Linglong covered her heart, and with Feng Qingyin's support, she came to the low chair beside her and sat down.
"Linglong, don't worry, I will have someone cure you, and your face will definitely get better. Don't worry, it will definitely get better."
Letting go of Linglong's arm, Feng Qingyin was about to turn around and leave.
Linglong held her sleeve, but didn't dare to raise her eyes.
"Miss, let me finish what I said, otherwise, I..." With a "pop" sound, a mouthful of turbid blood spurted out of her mouth. Linglong immediately grabbed her robe and covered it to her mouth.
"Miss."
She took a deep breath, stood up, and knelt down on the ground.
"His Royal Highness, Feng Jiuer... returned to camp, probably three or four hours ago."
"She returned to the camp with... thousands of reinforcements from Desert City. Our brothers and the prince arranged for 5,000 troops in Crowwood City. Now... there are about 1,000 left."
"According to the information I have gathered, Feng Jiuer intends to use the thousand surrender troops in her hand to... coerce the prince into submission."
"Your Highness, please don't... be fooled. Feng Jiu'er is a member of the Ninth Prince, and they want to plot... a rebellion."
"My face was also ruined by Feng Jiu'er. Her kindness is all fake and disguised. Your Highness, don't... be fooled..." After finishing what she needed to say in one breath, Linglong's body softened and she fell down.
"exquisite."
Feng Qingyin, who had no strength in her hands, tried to help her, but was unable to do so.
When she was about to squat down, Zhan Yuheng appeared beside her and held her arm to prevent her from squatting down.
"Here comes someone."
Zhan Yuheng's voice spread out, and Qingyun appeared in the tent in an instant.
The two guards carried Linglong out, and the only sound left in the tent was Feng Qingyin's sobs.
"Brother Prince, you must avenge Linglong!"
Sitting back on the bench again, Feng Qingyin hugged Zhan Yuheng's waist tightly and buried her head in his arms.
“Brother Prince, Linglong is so miserable, why is Jiuer so cruel?
Even if you kill Linglong, don't ruin her appearance."
"Linglong, she...wuwu..." "Brother Prince, will Jiu'er be so cruel to me?"
Brother Prince, I’m so scared!”
Looking up at Zhan Yuheng, Feng Qingyin cried even more sadly.
"Linglong is mine, but Jiu'er is actually...Brother Prince, I'm really scared!"
"Linglong also said that we still have a thousand surrendered troops in Jiuer's hands. What if she uses the surrender of troops to blackmail the prince brother into handing me over?"
"Brother Prince, I don't want to fall into Jiu'er's hands. She hates me so much and will definitely torture me. She... wu wu..." "My stomach... has a stomachache! Brother Prince, my stomach hurts..." After a while
, two or three imperial doctors hurriedly walked into the prince's tent.
This kind of situation is completely normal these days... On the other side of the mountain, seeing Xue Gu and Tuoba Keyan coming back, everyone was worried all night and finally relaxed.
The sky had just dawned, smoke was rising from the kitchen, and Feng Jiuer's war camp was unusually lively.
The soldiers who had had enough rest were in high spirits. The soldiers who had been on guard all night had a casual breakfast and then went to rest.
After breakfast, Feng Jiuer and Xue Gu returned to the tent.
"Jiu'er, sit down and let me take a good look."
As soon as the curtain was lowered, Xue Gu's voice rang out.
Looking at Xue Gu, who was leading her back to the tent in a hurry, Feng Jiuer frowned, a little confused.
"Xue Gu, what's wrong?"
"You don't look good, come here."
As soon as she finished speaking, Xue Gu sat down on the blanket in the corner of the tent.
Feng Jiuer touched her face, her eyebrows still slightly frowned.
She walked over and sat down next to Xue Gu.
Xue Gu picked up her hand, placed it on her crossed legs, and placed her long fingers on her veins.
Looking at Xue Gu's frown, Feng Jiuer blinked and asked softly: "Xue Gu, is there something wrong with me?"
During these days, she had some thoughts.
The true energy in her body alternates between strong and weak, and she cannot control it at all.
When it is strong, she is very energetic and can fight with ease; but when it is weak, she becomes so weak that she is too lazy to even eat.
But during this period of time, they were either escaping or fighting, and Feng Jiuer didn't have any extra time to pay attention.
Seeing Xue Gu's expression, she became anxious.
Xue Gu didn't say anything, she took Feng Jiu'er's hand and pushed it out.
Following her strength, Feng Jiuer turned around and turned his back to her.
When Xue Gu stretched out her hands and placed them on her back, Feng Jiuer crossed her legs and closed her eyes.
An hour later, Xue Gu slowly retracted her palms.
When she retracted her palm, Feng Jiuer slowly fell down towards her.
Xue Gu caressed her gently and asked her to lie down.
Looking at the girl lying on the blanket, she sighed lightly, stood up, went over and brought a quilt over, covering her body.
When Xue Gu went out, Tuoba Keyan was waiting outside the tent.
Seeing Xue Gu coming out, he immediately went to greet her.
"Godmother, how is Jiu'er doing?"
"I don't know yet. I'll continue to observe it for a few days before deciding."
Xue Gu sighed lightly, "Let someone guard her and wait for her to rest for a while."
"This girl, just like her mother, always thinks she is an iron man."
"I can just keep her company."
Tuoba Keyan turned around and stood guard outside the tent.
